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A poem about the ocean from the point of view of standing on a cliff, with a strange ending.

The soft, burning sand scorches my feet, bare,

A sharp, clear smell fills my nose,

The strong, whipping wind combes through my hair,

A crisp, salt water spray stings my skin and clothes.

 

I'm standing on the edge of a cliff,

Water and land clashing below,

Listening to crackling waves as rocks shift,

And rustling palm branches swaying to and fro.

 

The ocean is such a wonderous place,

The many creatures dwelling throughout,

Stretching off into empty space,

Carrying into the distance my shout.

 

So why be born on land, a timeline of dump,

With the water placed so near,

And with those thoughts, I jump,

Falling into the ocean to disappear.

 

Reviews

[CJ]

Sabrina, my BFF, u did it again!!! you are an amazing writer and always show it with your incredibly detailed and picture-creating poems.....i love them all so much. Jumping into the cool ocean sounds good to me right now; with the salty taste and the wonderful sent......you write so beautifully, it really shows everyone reading what you are thinking (at least i think it does, cuz i really cant read ur mind).... :P
keep going with ur writing, for all ur fans

[Jason Henry]

this is lovely...truly a work of art

[Nigasa]

I really like this, Sabrina. It's stirring, yet at the same time calm and soft like the sand. Beautiful!

[Kayla]

This is so beautiful. My godness you are an excellent writer. This poem really captures the picture you had in your head while writing this and the excitment and emotion you feel from the ocean and the cliff. WONDERFUL JOB!!

[Justin Tobey]

Beautiful. Your poem really captures the essence of the ocean, and you had incredible sensory details. I'm definitely looking forward to reading more of your stuff! : )