The restless waves

The restless waves

A Poem by Christopher Withers
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Sat on the beach this morning and felt the need to create something.

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I used to think the restless waves,
Touched the beach in sweet embrace,
Shaped its form with loving hand,
Bestowing gifts to charm its swain.

Now I see indifferent march,
Cold consumer of the land,
Loving hand replaced by teeth,
Eternal rock reduced to sand.

I used to think the restless waves,
Whispered softly to the wind,
Reaching up with frothing lips,
Imparting secrets with each kiss.

Now I see the silent words,
Shouting rage against the land,
A totem of the cold and dark,
Ever waiting for our hand.

© 2017 Christopher Withers


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This is really good. While I was reading I was wondering: What would be the reason for changing his mind about what he sees? Would it be a realization or transformation within himself or situations in life? Regardless, this is a well written poem.

Posted 5 Months Ago


This one hits me kind of hard. The fact that naivety is the opener, really makes the cynicism following a lot more notable. Love it!

Posted 2 Years Ago


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I recently discovered a user on this site had been posting my poems as his own. To combat this, I've decided to post my poetry here, hopefully stopping this from happening again. The poet in questi.. more..

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