Ocean poems capture the joy and beauty of this watery world. Oceans are gigantic bodies of salty water covering a large part of the Earth. They are Earth’s weather controllers.
They influence the weather, making sure things aren’t too hot or too cold. They act as magic factories, making oxygen. Ocean poems are a source of inspiration.
They address environmental concerns such as pollution, climate change, and the impact of human activities on the ocean. The sea, in the poems, is portrayed as a comforting place where, even in death, there is peaceful sleep.
The calm and quiet parts of the ocean symbolize peace. Below are the best examples of ocean poems written by famous poets. Let’s go and read them.
A Sea-Change
By Jessie Belle Rittenhouse
Once in a year of wonder
I brought to you a dream,
And all your waves gave back to me
Only its gleam.
But now I come again, O Sea,
Under a changing sky,
And all your waves lie gray and still
As dreams that die.
Out of the Sunset’s Red
By William Stanley Braithwaite
Out of the sunset’s red
Into the blushing sea,
The winds of day drop dead
And dreams come home to me. —
The sea is still,— and apart
Is a stillness in my heart.
The night comes up the beach,
The dark steals over all,
Though silence has no speech
I hear the sea-dreams call
To my heart; — and in reply
It answers with a sigh.
The Moon Is Distant From The Sea
By Emily Dickinson
The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along appointed sands.
He never misses a degree;
Obedient to her eye,
He comes just so far toward the town,
Just so far goes away.
Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand,
And mine the distant sea, —
Obedient to the least command
Thine eyes impose on me.
Moonrise at Sea
By Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Up from the dark the moon begins to creep;
And now a pallid, haggard face lifts she
Above the water-line: thus from the deep
A drownéd body rises solemnly.
O Sea With Good Arms
By Annette Wynne
O sea with good arms, loving and strong,
Folding the dear lands all the year long,
Holding quite gently the mountain and tree,
And the birds that build nests, and the children like me.
The Sea
By Emily Dickinson
An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
Smooth Between Sea And Land’.
A. E. Housman,
Nothing: too near at hand,
Planing the figure sand,
Effacing clean and fast
Cities not built to last
And charms devised in vain,
Pours the confounding main.
‘The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner’.
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner’s hollo!
The Ocean
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Ocean has its silent caves,
Deep, quiet, and alone;
Though there be fury on the waves,
Beneath them there is none.
The Sea Is History
Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,
in that gray vault. The sea. The sea
has locked them up. The sea is History.
Song Of The Sea
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.
BY The Sea
By Emily Dickinson
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me.
Ocean Mightier Than the Land
by Annette Wynne
Ocean, mightier than the land,
Wilful, turbulent, and wild,
Will you love a little child
And kiss her hand?
Ocean, when I play with you,
The pretty waves are soft and blue,
But sailors who have sailed away
Tell you do not always play.
Far off you toss the great big ships
Just like tiny wooden chips;
Tell me, for I want to know
Why you act just so?
Ocean mightier than the land,
Wilful, boisterous and wild—
Will you love a little child
And kiss her hand?
Dover Beach
By Mathew Arnold
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
This is all about the ocean poems.