Tidal wave


Tidal wave

   The tidal wave of crystal blue with thier tips crusted in white. Crashing on to the sand, higher each time the tide pushes in. The deep pull, deep from the belly of the ocean causing the waves to ripple. The deeper the swallow the ocean takes the harder the tidal waves will brake. Thrashing around against the sand battering it like it's a broken man. When the tide pulls in it pulls at the land as if a gaint hand. As I struggle to caught my breathe and wipe the sweat off my brow... I remember not to thrash around, going on for the ride of my life this time it's me.
  Opening eyes to see the sunrise, a new day to sympathize. The sea is calm, one with its taking. This rides done body broken, battered and beaten. A new day arise for the taking.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

ThatGurl’s Poems (27)

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Tunnel Wind 0
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Tidal wave 0
Suffocating 1
Seperate me 2
Mirror 1
Inhale... 1
Goodnight 3
Are you kidding me??? 0
Changes 0
Searching 2
Who am I??? 1
Sleep 2
Blackflag 1
Silence that grows 5
Smile 3
So genuine, So innocent, So pure 2
Screaming 1
Unborn Child 0
I Gave You 2
Stare into the Shadows 2
All those unskopen words 1
I've missed it... 0
Dark Days 1
Lonely Tear 3
I Dream... 2
Catching my breathe 1