[loosygoosy007]

A pigment of dark teal,
Slips through your hands as not to feel,
Motionless in the open,
Dangerously crashing near the shore,
Silhouetting the bleak horizon,
Standing forever more.
Bioluminescent in the dark depths,
Creatures lurking through the dark,
Omniscent in its perfection,
Scattering when light's a spark.
Light shines through the tip,
Shimmering in the spotlights,
As plentiful wildlife takes a dip,
Swimming in relaxation, not in fright.
Poison trashes through its waters,
Taking lives and spreading disease,
Although some may stay alive,
Our littering is not to please.
Crustaceans scrape the ocean floor,
Daring to leave their protection,
While preadators sift through their remaining scraps,
Lacking their own satisfaction.
Survival of the fittest,
A habitat of mystery,
Beautiful in its own way,
From dark to light to see.
To some people, the sea is a safe haven,
A sea of a hopeful scene,
To me, it is a place for people,
People who dare to dream.

[Lubesh]

A thoughful piece..you have two spelling errors....fitest -fittest and litering - littering.

[Epsilonist]

Wow....it touches the solid ecologist core of my heart. You have beautiful descriptive abilities.

[BookWhale***]

She does, don't she? lol... Great stuff, Goosy!

[Storiesmaniac]

i really enjoyed that, but i wonder is making stanzas in the poem would improve it? It is good how it is, and it is really your call as the authour.

[Dark Kitten]

Beautifully descriptive and very well written. This is a wonderful poem. Triple YAY. ~DK

[sensitive1]

I love the ocean myself, so I really enjoyed reading this. Great descriptions. Maybe take out the cliche "survival of the fittest"? It just didn't seem to fit with the language of the rest of the poem for some reason. The rest of it is so original and uses great words. Maybe replace the cliche with something else that says basically the same thing? I don't know......Great language in the poem, though.