Learn more about other poetry terms

The water crashes over my body and my ears are invigorated with its sensation: It's cold in here.   I close my eyes. I see colors and hues Dripping. Down. Down. Down.
I watch the ocean, reckless and vast, Patient and calm it makes me, But why? Why does something so harsh, Make me feel so alive.
to think he made himselfwithout the helpof an Olympian Godwho molded men from clay.  nor did he risefrom bone and ashor the fires of Hell. he did not comefrom the seawith a pod of vengeful whalesfor an army. he was not bornholding a silver spoonor
Endless ocean of stolen tears Only the waves know your fears Crashes and ashes and waterfall gears Irrelevance fades as you soak up the beer
My lonely ship, Navigating the endless sea Of work, Of love, Of life. Feeling lost,
My hands, like rope tying over my cracking neck  Whispers and murmurs
Subscribe to 'Ocean'