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Welcome to Rhythms of the Tide: Poetic Expressions. Here, you will find a collection of poems that ebb and flow like the tides, capturing the beauty and power of the ocean’s movements. From the gentle lapping of waves to the fierce crashing of surf, these poems explore the many moods of the tide.
Dive into the depths of emotion with poems like Golden, which reflects the warm glow of a sunset over the water. Or feel the thrill of adventure in Boat, a poem that takes you on a journey across the sea. And don’t miss the whimsical charm of Charming, a poem that will bring a smile to your face.
Explore the beauty and power of the tide through these poetic expressions. Let the words wash over you like the ocean’s waves, leaving you refreshed and inspired.
Ocean’s Rhythm
Tides that flow in moonlit night,
Ocean’s rhythm, pure delight.
In every wave, in every crest,
Nature’s dance, never rest.
Through your flow, life’s thread,
Ocean’s whispers, softly spread.
High and low in constant play,
Tide’s sweet song, night and day.
In every ebb, in every flow,
Nature’s touch, softly show.
Sea’s Pulse
Tides that pulse in ocean’s heart,
Sea’s sweet rhythm, life’s start.
In every wave, in every splash,
Nature’s dance, pure and brash.
Through your flow, beauty’s grace,
Ocean’s touch, life’s embrace.
High and low in constant dance,
Tide’s sweet song, life’s romance.
In every rise, in every fall,
Nature’s wonder, all in thrall.
Marine Dance
Tides that dance in moon’s embrace,
Marine rhythm, nature’s grace.
In every swell, in every wave,
Ocean’s touch, softly gave.
Through your ebb, life’s flow,
Nature’s beauty, gently show.
High and low in constant play,
Tide’s sweet song, night and day.
In every surge, in every retreat,
Nature’s wonder, pure and sweet.
Tide’s Ticklish Toes
The tide loved to tickle the toes,
Of beachgoers in neat rows.
“Hee-hee-hee!” it’d laugh so loud,
As it washed in, happy and proud.
The kids would giggle, jump and play,
In the tide’s ticklish spray.
With each wave, joy would ride,
On the ocean’s playful tide.
Tide’s Tango
The tide decided to dance one night,
Under the moon’s soft light.
It swayed and swirled, a watery dance,
In a rhythmic, ocean trance.
The crabs clapped, the seagulls cheered,
At the tide’s dance so revered.
With each move, laughter spread,
In the tide’s tango thread.
Ocean’s Dance
Along the shore where waves retreat,
Tide whispers, in ocean’s heartbeat.
Sands that shift in lunar’s sway,
Tide’s whispers, in coastal play.
Gulls that call in morning’s flight,
Tide poems, in dawn’s delight.
Amidst the shells and driftwood’s lore,
Tide whispers, on sandy shore.
Each ebb and flow, a rhythm sublime,
Tide poems, in ocean’s rhyme.
In the shoreline’s embrace, their whispers blend,
Tide’s symphony, from start to end.
