Enigmas Poem by Pablo Neruda
You’ve asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
bell? What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,
and I reply by describing
how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
You enquire about the kingfisher’s feathers,
which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
Or you’ve found in the cards a new question touching on
the crystal architecture
of the sea anemone, and you’ll deal that to me now?
You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean
spines?
The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
in the deep places like a thread in the water?
I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
jewel boxes
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the
petal
hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.
I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.
I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
Brink Of Eternity Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
– -no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.
I Met A Genius Poem by Charles Bukowski
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it’s not pretty.
The Breath Of Life Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
The Breath Of Life
To smell The Sun
to feel The Wind
to breathe the Fresh Air from within
to experience The Stormy Weather
to walk on Top Of The Ocean
to talk with The Highest Emotion
to live The Real Life
to know The Real Love
to say Good Morning to The Dove
those are Steps in The Breath of Life
those are Parts in The Breath of Our Life
we’d care for it with Gentle Love, no knife
A Summer Day By The Sea Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.
From the dim headlands many a light-house gleams,
The street-lamps of the ocean; and behold,
O’erhead the banners of the night unfold;
The day hath passed into the land of dreams.
O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
*** A Poem For You *** Poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
The distance, laden with terminal disease
Counting the days to eternal abyss
Fragile, a vein ruptures
Agile, a mood bursts
Your scent is across the ocean
I smell the stinky you, in notion
Desire so beautiful, like a poppy
Blossoms, sugar coated with honey
I got no means to come to you
If I can walk the ocean blue
I don’t have to write this poem
Just bury ourselves in a dorm
For a start, before luxury unleashes
We bravely, overcome love patches
Loneliness Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
dissapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise eachother
have to sleep together in one bed-
that is when loneliness receives the rivers…
** Stop Killing Your Own ** Poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
Twinkling stars reflection
On the blue ocean
Have become the nuts and bolts
Of vessels plying their way to destination
Bright colorful lightning
Unwittingly exhaling
The breath of infinite horizon
Giving a sensible life to boredom
Orchestra of thunders astonishingly unleash
The music of Mozart and Beethoven
Bullying the weakened hearts to a standstill
The crews and the captain were stunned
In the middle of nowhere
They’ve witnessed the rhythm of enormous blue waters
The sparkling of bluer space above
Ransacking their minds in believing
Shouldn’t the world be as calm as these?
There’s life everywhere
The planktons and corals
And Nemos were dancing
Harmoniously in the crystal clear waters
Attracting billions other species of the sea
Maneuvering the vastness of living
Beauties of dry land
Is no match to the lucrative wet world?
Mankind is brighter
Killing each other were no better
We‘re killing our own
Send them to the ocean
To appreciate the creation
How I wish they were there
Stream Of Life Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Do Not Leave Me Poem by Mirabai
Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
My heart’s music, you help me
In my world-crossing.
You protected the king of the elephants.
You dissolve the fear of the terrified.
Where can I go? Save my honour
For I have dedicated myself to you
And now there is no one else for me.