The powerful ebb and flow of words that evoke waves of emotion and can't help but make you think of the ocean.
My Favourite Three Poems About The Sea
TO THE WATER WOMAN
by Brooke Solis
You have no idea, how fucking powerful you are. Water woman. You could
drown this world, If you wanted. You could tsunami the shit out of
everyone who crosses your path, if you wanted. You roll around in deep
waters, for fun. The same damn waters, we would drown in. So don't
underestimate your rivers. most humans can't survive under water. But
you, you can.
OCEAN’S LOVE TO IRELAND
by Seamus Heaney
I
Speaking broad Devonshire, Raleigh has backed the maid to a tree As
Ireland is backed to England
And drives inland Till all her strands are breathless: ‘ Sweesir,
Swatter! Sweesir, Swatter! ‘
He is water, he is ocean, lifting Her farthingale like a scarf of weed
lifting In the front of a wave.
II
Yet his superb crest inclines to Cynthia Even while it runs its bent
In the rivers of Lee and Blackwater.
Those are the splashy spots where he would lay His cape before her. In
London, his name Will rise on water and on these dark seepings:
Smerwick sowed with the mouthing corpses Of six hundred papists, ‘as
gallant and good Personages as ever where beheld’.
III
The ruined maid complains in Irish, Ocean has scattered her dream of
fleets, The Spanish prince has spilled his gold
And failed her. Iambic drums Of English beat the woods where her poets
Sink like Onan. Rush-light, mushroom-flesh,
She fades from their somnolent clasp Into ringlet-breath and dew, The
ground possessed and repossessed."
THE WORLD BELOW THE BRINE
by Walt Whitman
"The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the
branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick
tangle, openings, and pink turf,
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the
play of light through the water,
Dumb swimmers there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes, and
the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling close
to the bottom,
The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting
with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy sea-leopard,
and the sting-ray,
Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths,
breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by
beings like us who walk this sphere,
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres."