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Ocean Poem

The poem describes the ocean calling the narrator out into the crashing waves. The breeze and rain envelop the narrator's body until the waves grow too high, overwhelm them, and carry their lifeless body away.

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Ocean Poem

The poem describes the ocean calling the narrator out into the crashing waves. The breeze and rain envelop the narrator's body until the waves grow too high, overwhelm them, and carry their lifeless body away.

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Ocean Poem

This is not meant to be sad. I can't seem to write anything happy. I should
get that checked out.

The Calling
© Lonelygirlxoxo
The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand.
The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand.

The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair.


The wind encloses my body, acknowledging I'm there.

The clouds clotting out the sun, turning gray with anger.
The sky no longer blue, a clear warning of danger.

The rain pelting my skin, as cold as ice.


The water seeping in my bones, undeniably concise.

The world calling to me, pulling me out.


The atmosphere thicker, it's my sorrow no doubt.

The waves grew higher, crashed over my head.


The breath blown away, unmistakably dead.

Poem Source: The Calling, Ocean Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/nature/poetry.asp?


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Colors Of The Rainbow
© By elli toristo
The Colors Of The Rainbow Are So Beautiful
They Gleam In The Sky So Bright
All Colors From Red To Blue
They Seem To Unite And Hold Hands
And Dance With The Rain
The Rain That Falls Like A Teardrop
A Teardrop With Such Happiness
For Every Rainbow...
There Is A Pot Of Gold At The End
A Pot Of Gold That Hold The Power...
To All Happiness
When I Look At The Clolors Of The Rainbow
It Makes Me Think...
Why Can We Not Be Like Those Colors Of The Rainbow?
Why Can We Not Unite And Hold Hands?
We Could Be Like That Rainbow
With Every Drop Of Graceful Rain...
Can Make A Beautiful Color...
A Color That Dances With Such Glory
When They Come Together...
It Is Like A Colorful Smile
A Smile With Such Peace
So Next Time You Look At The Colors Of The Rainbow...
Remember The Smile Within...
And Smile Along With This Rainbow...
Because This Rainbow...
Will Be Smiling Back...
And Saying To You...
Remember That You Are Like These Colors Of Me...
That Dance Along With Every Raindrop...
That Is Glistening By The Sunshine...
Of Inner Peace.

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