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Writing Prompt

WRITING OBSTACLE

Write a poem about the sea that does not use the words

Deep,

Blue,

Shimmering,

Cold.

Synonyms and creativity will help you find ways to convey the enormousness and beauty of the ocean without using these common descriptors.

Writings

Ocean Beauty

Waves, wind, and floating ice

This wide of water is really quite nice.

No matter the dangers of all that is in there

I still think to fear it is not really fair.

The widespread of water. The clear ocean color bouncing the sun.

The shimmering of light off of the water makes my mind run

The horizon, the beauty, I take in it all

As much as I love it, it’s definitely not small....

A Story Without Context

The drop is steep,

The waters shine,

From those who weep,

The troubles mine,


The moon shines down,

On secrets lost,

A forgotten crown,

Now paid the cost,


The cool waves around,

The dark stillness over me,

They lap my feet with little sound,

On nights last hear my plea,


The moon shines bright,

The time has come,

Hear my plight,

Under shadows numb,


The sea calls,

The waters reach out,

With birds...

Ocean

Mighty ocean ever rolling heaves her salty breast,

perpetual rolling ocean tides that swell from creat to crest.


She breaks upon her sandy shores

ferrying the breeze,

refreshing draughts of cooling wind that rustles in the leaves.


Mounting, breaking, crashing o’er,

her power she displays,

while I upon her bank reside,

am awed beneath her misty spays.


Mighty ocean ever rolling

from start un...

The Sea’s Sting

The sea does not harm me; she waves, oblivious, as if she is unaware of her existence,

she has more to do, more things that don’t rely on me or you.

She serves as a reminder, creating a doleful shift, sending a dull needle through my skin. It’s not intentional, but it leaves a sting, a thought, a chill.


The way she ebbs to the shore,

so unbothered, so busy and unconcerned.

Her sting follows me; h...

Der SĂĽden

Der Himmel grĂĽn, das Meer grau, der Sand schwarz.


Prähistorische Welt.

Flugsaurier kreisen ĂĽber mir und die Welt dampft.


Hier in der Hitze ist das Leben.

Es ist so stark, es vernichtet alles.


Hier in der Hitze des Äquators.


Hier im Chocó, an der Küste des pazifischen Ozeans, in der Schönheit und dem Tod, liege ich auf einer Bambuspritsche und kann nicht mehr denken.


die Wellen peitschen ewig...

Jetsam

Black bubbles over

Pockets of air fade away

The abyss takes me...

The Ocean’s Melody

As I walk along the promenade…

I stop for a moment…

I look out…

And see the ocean view…


I gaze at it for a while…

Taking in the view…

One of the best I’ve seen in a while…

Of the glistening ocean next to me…


I close my eyes…

And I hear, a song..?

I turn to where I hear it…

But there is nothing but the ocean in my stead…


That’s when I realize…

It’s not someone playing a song…

Someone singing or ...

Watch The Waves

I just want to watch the waves

As they crash against the shore

Parents sit on blankets

While kids run and play

Air smells of salt

Seagulls cry

And I

Smile...

Final Fall

(TW: suicide)


A vast world –

Stretching before and below.

Unfathomable expanse

waiting in inky darkness

to welcome me.


Fear holds me fast.

Fear pushes me forward.

I adjust the bulk

surrounding my body –

the heft that will carry me

to my final fall.


Waves and rocking work in tandem

with my heartbeat –

here faster,

slower now.

I am already one with the sea.


Splash. ...

Imagination

The cool, shiny water.

A glimmer of my imagination.


How I wish I could be,

A fish or dolphin,

How wonderful,

That I could see,

Through the eyes,

Of a wonderful world.


Never thought I could dream,

A dream so worth it,

A dream that would please,

My undying imagination.


(Sorry to torture y’all…

Had to write something?)...