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In The Foam.
Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
And dasheth thee and me apart.
I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave.
And reach the shore, Sweetheart.
Beat back the backward-thrusting sea.
Thy weak white arm his blows may thwart,
Christ buffet the wild surge for thee
Till thou'rt ashore, Sweetheart.
Ah, now thy face grows dim apace,
And seems of yon white foam a part.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore, Sweetheart?"
Now Christ thee soothe upon the Shore,
My lissome-armed sea-Britomart.
I sweep out seaward, never more
To find the Shore, Sweetheart.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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It Comes Secondhand
Hills are around for all the mind,
Lull him the scarecrow so he flies,
And whether he loved or hated,
The hills are existing due to bad health
As wealth became boring, and the
Mountains are creeping in to subdue.
Mountains are made of stone, just grey
Foam, the very foam of the sea that has circuits
On us at night or at the shore,
This is where catching thieves of sudden nature
Comes secondhand.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Paradigms of an ocean
The paradigms of the ocean
Dissolve in your eyes
I look away
But my eyes keep returning
To yours
And when they meet
At the fringes
Of the eternal ocean
I drown in a bubble
On the foam
On the shore
Perhaps the time has come
For another ocean
I shake off the drops
But the water clings
To me
And every nuance of skin
Is wet
With the moisture
Of your sweat
On your lips
Emancipation will not be mine
Until you have left the shore
Free me
Leave the shore
Or draw me into your depths
Forever
Pratip
17 November 2007
poem by Pratip Sen Gupta
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I'm Through With This War
don't worry
let you know i love you
don't hide
we'll find ourselves soon
listen to the sound
do you see the tide rising like victory
listen to the echoes
do you hear the sound of freedom in me
alone in the sea of infamy
i'm letting go of the anchor to find the shore
i'm through with this war
i'm through with this ending
im going to find another one to write the story that we're in
i'm tired of waiting
i'm tired of looking at the mountains and the sky
while i'm standing on the shore
i'm through with this war
run foward
find the answer tonight
we're closer
this battle is the last fight
i'm through with this war
i'm through with this ending
im going to find another one to write the story that we're in
i'm tired of waiting
i'm tired of looking at the mountains and the sky
while i'm standing on the shore
i'm through with this war
the last page
we feel in in our veins
i'm through with this war
i'm through with this ending
im going to find another one to write the story that we're in
i'm tired of waiting
i'm tired of looking at the mountains and the sky
while i'm standing on the shore
i'm through with this war
poem by Annie Cordelia Adams
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Drifting Too Far
Out on the perilous deep,
Where danger silently creeps,
And storm's so violently sweeping,
You're drifting too far from shore.
Chorus:
Drifting too far from shore,
You're drifting too far from shore,
Come to Jesus today,
Let Him show you the way
You're drifting too far from shore.
Today, the Tempest rose high,
And clouds o'er shadow the sky.
Sure death is hovering neigh,
You're drifting too far from shore.
Drifting too far from shore,
You're drifting too far from shore,
Come to Jesus today,
Let Him show you the way
You're drifting too far from shore.
Why meet a terrible fate?
Mercies abundantly wait.
Turn back before it's too late
You're drifting too far from shore.
Drifting too far from shore
You're drifting too far from shore (peaceful shore)
Come to Jesus today. Let him show you the way
You're drifting too far from shore...
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A Wave of the Sea
I am a wave of the sea
And the foam of the wave
And the wind of the foam
And the wings of the wind.
My soul’s in the salt of the sea
In the weight of the wave
In the bubbles of foam
In the ways of the wind.
My gift is the depth of the sea
The strength of the wave
The lightness of foam
The speed of the wind.
poem by by unknown author
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The White Birds
I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!
I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Madagascar
I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No, I..
No, I...
Forgive that they teared down my soul
Bless them that they might grow old
A dream that's forgotten may know
That it's never too late
So many times that I've seen life before me
I searched and found the way to choose to the end
I found a way, to know, why it had to be
Mired in denial and saw all the rain
If we ever find it true
Love will have its way to choose
Three more to tame
We can be ever
I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
And I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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Drifting Too Far From The Shore
(traditional)
Out on the perilous deep,
Where danger silently creeps,
And storms so violently sweeping,
Youre drifting too far from shore.
Chorus: drifting too far from shore,
Youre drifting too far from shore,
Come to jesus today,
Let him show you the way.
Youre drifting too far from shore,
Today, the tempest rose high,
And clouds oershadow the sky.
Sure death is hovering nigh,
Youre drifting too far from shore.
Drifting too far from shore,
Youre drifting too far from shore,
Come to jesus today,
Let him show you the way.
Youre drifting too far from shore,
Why meet a terrible fate?
Mercies abundantly wait.
Turn back before its too late
Youre drifting too far from shore.
Drifting too far from shore
Youre drifting too far from shore (peaceful shore)
Come to jesus today. let him show you the way
Youre drifting too far from shore.
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when we came further it was lost sight of, and nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the rigging, and a small circle of foam.
quote by John Millington Synge
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Searching For Meaning
some travel far and wide
sailing the oceans
flying the skies
from edge to edge
shore to shore
to find the meaning
of their lives
some just stay
and listen
and be so silent
listening to
the beatings of their hearts
and find something
steady inside
a flame
alive
and they say
they found
themselves
there
without even using
any word
or even
a sigh
because
there is nothing there to see and speak
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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some travel far and wide
sailing the oceans
flying the skies
from edge to edge
shore to shore
to find the meaning
of their lives
some just stay
and listen
and be so silent
listening to
the beatings of their hearts
and find something
steady inside
a flame
alive
and they say
they found
themselves
there
without even using
any word
or even
a sigh
because
there is nothing there to see and speak
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Driftin Too Far From Shore
I didnt know that youd be leavin
Or who you thought you were talkin to.
I figure maybe were even
Or maybe Im one up on you.
I send you all my money
Just like I did before.
I tried to reach you honey,
But youre driftin too far from shore.
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
I aint gonna get lost in this current,
I dont like playing cat and mouse.
No gentleman likes making love to a servant.
Especially when hes in his fathers house.
I never could guess your weight, baby,
Never needed to call you my whore.
I always thought you were straight, baby,
But youre driftin too far from shore.
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Well these times and these tunnels are haunted,
The bottom of the barrel is too.
I waited years sometimes for what I wanted.
Everybody cant be as lucky as you.
Never no more do I wonder,
Why you dont never play with me any more.
At any moment you could go under,
cause youre driftin too far from shore.
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
You and me we had completeness,
I give you all of what I could provide
We werent on the wrong side, sweetness,
We were the wrong side.
Ive already ripped out the phones, honey.
You cant walk the streets in a war.
I can finish this alone, honey,
Youre driftin too far from shore.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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SEA-MAD (A Breton Maid)
Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me!
One said:
"Away! he is dead!
Upon my foam I have flung his head!
Go back to your cote, you never shall wed!—
(Nor he!)"
Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me.
Two brake.
The third with a quake
Cried loud, "O maid, I'll find for thy sake
His dead lost body: prepare his wake!"
(And back it plunged to the sea!)
Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me.
One bore—
And swept on the shore—
His pale, pale face I shall kiss no more!
Ah, woe to women death passes o'er!
(Woe's me!)
poem by Cale Young Rice from Sea Poems (1921)
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Persistence
MY hopes retire; my wishes as before
Struggle to find their resting-place in vain:
The ebbing sea thus beats against the shore;
The shore repels it; it returns again.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Longing
IF you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;
I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray,
And not so loud the waves complaining at the shore.
If you could sit with me upon the shore to-day,
And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old,
I think I should not mind the chill baptismal spray,
Nor find my hand and heart and all the world so cold.
If you could walk with me upon the strand to-day,
And tell me that my longing love had won your own,
I think all my sad thoughts would then be put away,
And I could give back laughter for the Ocean's moan!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Love Is Passion / U Have to Sing It to Get It
love is passon love is true
love need to come and find you
whenever i'm on a walk i want to scream
and sout its another
lovely day in the naberhood
in the naboerhood
in the naboerhood
its another lovely day in the naborhood
in the naborhood
in the naborhood
its another lovely day in the naberhooooooooood
of paso rubles californa ooh yaaaaaaaaa
i want to come and hang it with my friends and me
with my friends and me
with my friends and me
i want to come and hang it with my friends and me
with my friends and me
with my friends and me
i want to come and hang it with my friends and meeeeeeee
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and you
just me and you
just me and you
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and you
just me and you
just me and you
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and yoooouuuu
its another lovely day by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
its another lovely day by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
its another lovely day by the beach and shooooorrrreee
of morrow bay
its a good life with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
its a good life with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
its a good life with my best friends and meeeeeeeeee
ooooooohhhhhhh yaaahhh
ok lets go its another lovely daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy! !
in the naboerhoooooooooooooooooood yah
by the way u have to sing it to get it ok thanks
poem by Valya Madden
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Portrait of a Lady
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.
Which sky? The sky
where Watteau hung a lady's
slipper. Your knees
are a southern breeze -- or
a gust of snow. Agh! what
sort of man was Fragonard?
-- As if that answered
anything. -- Ah, yes. Below
the knees, since the tune
drops that way, it is
one of those white summer days,
the tall grass of your ankles
flickers upon the shore --
Which shore? --
the sand clings to my lips --
Which shore?
Agh, petals maybe. How
should I know?
Which shore? Which shore?
-- the petals from some hidden
appletree -- Which shore?
I said petals from an appletree.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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Opel
On a distant shore, miles from land
Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
A dream in a mist of gray...
On a far distant shore...
The pebble that stood alone
And driftwood lies half buried
Warm shallow waters sweep shells
So the cockles shine...
A bare winding carcass, stark
Shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...
Dry tears...
Crisp flax squeaks tall reeds
Make a circle of gray in a summer way, around man
Stood on ground...
Im trying
Im trying to find you!
To find you
Im living, Im giving,
To find you, to find you,
Im living, Im living,
Im trying, Im giving
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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When my body arrives at the shore
When the time comes.
And my body washes up on the shore.
Be it not a shock to you please.
I didn't want tohurt you.
When my bloated body arrives at deaths shore.
Washed up and battered I'm dead on the shore.
And have arrived at deaths door.
Yes I was scared kind of.
But I knew it would over and done.
I knew it wouldn't be long to die.
Here lays my body at deaths shore.
I am dead of that you can be sure.
I am sorry of that you are to be sure.
I loved you that's for sure.
I could'nt stay with pains shore.
So Here I am at deaths shore.
I couldn't go on like this.
Here I lay washed up on the shore.
Iam now in deaths door
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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