Ocean Poems | Best Ocean Poems That Bring Relaxing and Soothin


    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
    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
    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
    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.