Whether you’ve visited it yourself or only seen it in pictures (like this one by YWP's Graceful), the ocean is likely to conjure up a specific image, memory, or emotion unique to you. Nurture that natural response to write a poem or story inspired by the sea.
The first time I went to the ocean all that I thought about was getting eaten or attacked by a shark. Now whenever I go to the ocean all I think of now is all of the pollution that's getting into the oceans and killing most of our fish and everything else in the ocean swell. When I go to the ocean the summer breeze on my face is calming and makes my soul feel happy. When I went to the ocean the salt water was salty but something nice stood out, out of all the salty taste. Like that the animals were trying to tell me something like "Help us!" or "Stop the pollution!" I feel like they're just completely trying to speek to me like they want me to save them. But most of all I just feel like the animals are trying to speek to me.
Hot air wisps around my body, soaked in salt water. I stare out to the ocean, the waves seeming like They're looking back at me. The schools of fish join in a wave, crashing down With the waves. I sit down in the hot sand, wavy and blonde like my hair.
I clutch a small handful of sand with my tight fist, And wait. I wait for the sand to spill out of my hands slowly, To join the rest of the grains of sand. When that happens, I will dive into the ocean, Wishing that I could stay there forever.
The sand has spilled out. I get up, Shake away the wavy sand, and run. Run away from the fear, the sadness Of life away from the beach. The beach, so magical, So healing. Beauty.
I jump to catch a wave, My body getting wet against the soft touch Of the salty waves. This is where I'm supposed to be.
My sensitive toes are frozen - yet there is no snow.
The wind billows through my shirt - but there is no sound of rustling maple leaves.
Beneath my feet, the soil is loose - no glacial till of granite is too be seen.
Shadows of birds are cast on the ground - though they are to big to be sparrows
My glasses darken - but the sun shines down on a different land.
After a moment of reverie, the crashing of distant waves fill my ears. I look up, absorbing the mountainless landscape.
Aspects of home comforted me, though there was no doubt that I wasn't in Vermont.
It was all so familiar, yet so different. No matter how many times I have visited, the Atlantic always puts me in my place. It's as if the prescence of the ocean was there to remind me of our position in nature. We are bound by land.
waves beating on the sand breath fading in and out with the tide time falling away pull me down let me drown in the great vastness of this ocean let my name only leave a faint smile upon the face of this planet and let my memories fade and discolor in this salty water let me go set me free give me wings once more and allow my feelings to soar carrying me higher than the pain kiss me till you cant breathe and then fall away let me go set me free take the hurt and make it disappear wash the anger off and hold me in the waves oh please let me go set me free to water cold and clear the northern ocean's crashing call among the rugged rocks hold my secrets in your heart the worn glass in your hands as you return me to the sand of my distant past oh please stay with me
I fear the ocean and treat with respect It is like a great beast breathing slowly with every tide Somedays it sleeps peacefully lapping the shore and somedays it rages sweeping whole cities into its watery depths It has its beauty its peaceful waves and tranquil shores But it is equally frightful its deadly currents and stormy waves When I walk beside it it laps gently against my ankles and I retreat from the mild surf giggling but keeping in mind that this docile facade could change in a second with the turning of the earth and the pull of the moon And so I fear it and treat it with respect
By: Sierra Breault “I’m leaving!” said CC. “Fine then leave!” said CC’s mom Mia. CC ran to the beach to the ocean. Whenever her mother and her fight she always runs to the ocean. She finds comfort with the ocean. The ocean can be calm and crazy and when it’s calm it makes her calm. Yesterday CC found out that she was adopted and she doesn’t know who her birth parents are.
Her birth mom left when she was born and gave her to Mia.
“Honey come back inside,” said Mia.
“No,” Trying to be quite.
Whenever CC gets into a fight she doesn’t yell, she’s always quiet.
“I need to tell you about your birth parents well really your birth mom. When you are ready you can come in and we can talk,” Mia said.
The waters laughing gainst the shore Come play with me it chuckles, The sand is soaring in the sea Come twirl with me it mumbles. The seaweed dances merrily I'll tickle you it giggles. A little crab walks side to side I sea a shell it wiggles. The wind is singing in my ear The waters so refreshing... So finally I run to it, and get a joyful drenching.
In and out... In and out... pulling me into the tide. The sand, like creatures swelling beneath my feet. churning up around my legs. Bubbles rising, generously giving up their air for me. Shells wash up on the shore, looking and then looking again. When the waves sweep me into the cold, I stand back up and walk to the shore. the waves erasing my footprints. taking back my past as theirs. in and out... in and out... my breath the coming tide.