Julie McLeod

Waves From Melbourne - Poem by Julie McLeod

The waves used to hit the shore lightly
They would glimmer and shimmer brightly
They used to crash so brilliantly
Shinning a nice pure blue so brilliantly
Now the waves have gotten rough
They crash the shore really rough
Wheighing down on me, it hits
It hits like tons of bricks.
But you're surrounded by waves,
You're also haunted by their ocean graves,
So they will crash over you, harder than me,
And they will float back out to sea.
When they come in and go out,
You hear them as they cry out,
But at least I hear them, and nothing more,
At least I can see them hit the shore,
So there's one thing I know for sure,
Your not innocent, nor as pure.
as the waves that hit the shore.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is dedicated to my best friend... I will be writting more on the same topic. By the looks of it, I will probably have like Pat 100 lol! I hope you enjoy it. Like the waves do flow, and tell some more.
waves :)

Comments about Waves From Melbourne by Julie McLeod

  • Rookie - 0 Points C.ann Penning (6/17/2013 8:19:00 AM)

    Nice imagery in this write :) Well done poet! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 2, 2013

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