The fierceness of the ocean is a fearsome sight,
With waves as high as mountains in their strength.
The breeze wails and the mists obscure the sky,
As the sea thunders with a furious cry.
Its power is outside the human ability to grasp,
As it whips and furs with no goal.
The power of the waves can crush ships like toys,
Furthermore, suffocate even the most valiant of mariners and their delights.
The ocean is an animal of tumult and obliteration,
A cruel power totally neglecting check.
It takes what it needs, and it won't ever offer in return,
Furthermore, abandons just destruction and a feeling of need.
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In any case, in the midst of the wrath of the ocean, there's likewise magnificence,
As the waves dance and shine with a feeling of obligation.
The sun sets behind the skyline, painting the sky with tints,
Also, the ocean reflects everything with an ethereal dream.
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The waves run into the stones with a booming thunder,
Sending splashes of saltwater high hanging out there, and that's just the beginning.
The ocean is an animal of limits, with no center ground,
It tends to be delicate and quiet, or furious and significant.
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The fierceness of the ocean is an indication of our delicacy,
Furthermore, how we are simply simple humans in its visibility.
We should regard its power and never underestimate it,
For the ocean is a power that can never be told.
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So let us watch in wonderment as the ocean releases its rage,
What's more, recognize its incomparability, along the way.
The wrath of the ocean is an awe-inspiring phenomenon,
A sign of the force of nature, in the entirety of its fantasy.
About the Creator
JANE AYU
A person with an insatiable love for letters can reduce life's difficulties by reading and writing letters, which brings peace to the mind.
Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom4 days ago in Fiction
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The ocean - all water really - is amazing in it's power and ability to inspire. :)
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