Endeavouring, Ferocious Waves
What wasted waves upon these shores,
Not a breathe, not a figure to watch their rage.
They roam, they see no endless spree,
The crashes, the roars and the impacts shan't cease.
But they remain where they are no matter our ways,
They shift only to invade our very dreams.
They invade with passion, resolution and zeal,
They are grand, intense and enchanting indeed.
In our dreams we might see the swells ascend,
They pilfer the sands away with the foam.
At times, we might visualize the waves subside,
It is then that we see the gathering brown sands.
The waves are soft, they are calamitous,
The waves are smooth, they are disastrous.
The seas in their vast glory and mesmerism
Are wonderful and valiant indeed.
They are guided by the waves' strange aroma;
Those undaunted desirable billows.
Let the waves rush away,
Let them surge by night and day.
For without such beauty and magnificence,
No brilliancy shall come our way.
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Rise Above All Fantasies
PoesiaThe first poem, And We Shall Rise, involves a reflection on the corruption and pain that has been affecting several people in light of current times and the transformations required to overcome such detrimental and noxious qualities. The second...
