tide

June 22nd, 2010 | 818 Entries

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818 Entries for “tide”

  1. did you ever go to the ocean and put your stuff down, go swimming, and then come back to find all your stuff had been swept away by the tide? like seriously tide!?!!? wtf, not cool homie :/

    Falan
  2. i was at the ocean. at high tide. with a breeze through my hair, i skipped along the shorline, finding all the shells i could. I squinterd in the distance, noticing horses trotting

    katrina
  3. The waves. The way they move. I’ve always dreamed about just sitting for hours just watching it come a go, touching my feet. So what about your kids sand castle.

    Amanda
  4. Everyone’s been writing about the tide of the ocean, how it drifts back and forth, slowly and carefully. But what everyone has forgotten is the way it gets rough. The way it gets angry. The way it pulled me back under time and time again no matter how hard I tried to stay afloat.

    Laila
  5. The tide rolled in and she was ready for it. “Here we go!” She thought she’d master it this time. Her surf instructor was watching, proud of his student. After mastering the the wave- maybe she’d get a chance with him!

    Keartine
  6. the ocean tides pull me in, swifly away from what i’m used to. this is where i come whenever i need peace of mind, hard to find in the city. cape cod is my sanctutary, my savoir from this crazy world. i deeply breath in and once again feel whole. this is what it must feel like, to be a person. to be a human being. to connect with the earth, to be free of society and everything. this is what it’s like to be truely liberated.

    Alyssa
  7. The tide came in, it seemed higher than normal. Is that even possible? Could the moon be exerting some stronger force on the water of the ocean? I don’t think so, at least not in my lifetime. If anything it is getting weaker.

    Charles
  8. Nothing compares to the feeling of the tides rushing to greet my broken feet. Nothing compares to the feeling of being wanted. I pretended the ocean cared about me, and I cried because no one could tell the difference between my tears and the ocean breeze. Tonight I’ll run as deep as I can. I’ll only consider turning back when it’s too late.

    Alexander Noyes
  9. i ran, crawled, walked, slithered on – i just had to keep going. back and forth. the moon high in the night sky; i felt it pull at my insides, my very blood. much like the tides, it had complete control over me.

  10. I see the word tide and I think of oceans. When I think of oceans, I think of the great oil spill. Now with that oil spill, I’m sure BP would come to everyone’s mind. Then all those people would think horrible things of how they’re not stopping it. Lay off, I’m sure they’re trying their best..

    Kateh
  11. The tide washed over Samantha’s feet as she stared longingly into the sun, half-hidden by the elusive meridian of the horizon.

    s.d.
  12. detergent, water purple four ride inside swelling moon beach sand washing away sins

    jack
  13. The tide rises, the tide falls,
    The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
    Along the sea-sands damp and brown
    The traveler hastens toward the town,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.
    Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
    But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
    The little waves, with their soft, white hands
    Efface the footprints in the sands,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.
    The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
    Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
    The day returns, but nevermore
    Returns the traveler to the shore.
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.

  14. “I told you before!” he shouted through the crowded port, “we’re leaving with the tide!”
    I ran up the gangplank with my seabag in hand, grinning, ready for my new life.

  15. Tide, sounds like the detergent… I mean who names laundry soap TIDE? Sounds like your throwing your laundry into the ocean. Wouldn’t they come out more dirty?

  16. Tide. Waves crashing. Bearing down. One after another. Not giving me rest. Gasping for air…I sink to the bottom. Rise to the top. Fresh Clean clothes.

    Gabrielle
  17. I laughed because of ocean blue things that held me under, When I was six, I could have sworn it was Nessie, or a shark, dragging me down until I realized that your real fear is not the seaweed slurping and sucking at your toes, but the feeling of never being able to come back up for air just when you need it the most.

  18. the tide crashes over me. repeatedly, again and again. there is no time to breathe, only time to think and in that time a lifetime passes before me.

    tim bos
  19. See those tides? They’re rushing in. Let’s hope they can clean our clothes, since we’re standing here. I think that’s how they came up with the name “Tide” for that detergent.

    Marianne
  20. the tide came in so fast, we hardly had time to sweep the rest of the sea weed out of the way before the rocks came tumbling down upon the life rafts. Grabbing all the sea grass we could, we carried it to our makeshift huts and began braiding it. By the time we had a serviceable amount, the sun was high in the sky and the clouds were sparse and puffed up like marshmallows after sitting in a microwave for a few seconds.

  21. The tides ripped through the ark in one fatal swoop, letting the boisterous seamen fly hundreds of yards into the fuming sea.

    Ballerstatus
  22. How appropriate. I’m going to the beach today. Well, that is the plan, but you know, you never know if things will always work out the way you plan. Anyhow, I have to take posie–my dog–out for a run today because I really owe him and he deserves it. So yeah.

  23. Blue and white waves begin to roll in, washing sediment up onto the island, untouched by man. The tide’s coming in.

  24. The tide washes in unwanted feelings, forgotten memories and thoughts gone astray, I hate to see the remnants, of who I once was, on that beach scattered like skeleton bones. Everything I ever wished to be or hoped to see, things I wanted nothing to do with anymore, all of them are there. Even all the inside pain I felt, the secrets whispered into my pillow late at night. Nothing is missing. Nothing at all that the tide hasn’t brought back to the shores of my mind. I knew this would happen all along. But I hoped it wouldn’t. So I whisper goodbye to today, and step slowly making light footprints in the sand as I piece my past together so I can go on with my future.

    Bee
  25. never been
    swept away
    just by
    some stupid boy
    with hair like seaweed
    and arms that hold me close

    never been
    pulled out to undertow
    by a boy with
    tidal blue
    ocean green
    eyes.

  26. and the tide pulled him under, she thought, piecing together the story of how he died. He swam out to meet his one true love, trying to save her from the vicious undertow.. and they were both drowned, with the rain pouring down over the lake and lightning lighting up the sky. So she never got to meet her father, and though the romantic last moments of his life were a comfort, they were no replacement for a dad.

    libraryliz
  27. Edit is tide in reverse. Editing is a tidal flow that takes forever to get just right. It’s recurring and cyclical, just like the tide rolling in and out.

    J. Diaz
  28. The tide rolls slowly, and then back out. All the sea creatures were eventually enveloped in the water and went back where they belonged. Well, except for me. I tried laying in the tide, but it refused to take me away.

    MCRoger
  29. the tide was stronger this evening than any i remember. its a good feeling knowing that the body wont have a problem being pulled out to the murky depths of the sea. if only she would have just laid there and not fought back she would still be alive. her lifeless body laying bleeding on the sand makes me feel so powerful, so strong and animalistic. With one swift shove she’s set adrift along the slippery tide, washing away to never be seen again. -Joran

    cody jackson
  30. orange. fresh. laundry. clean.
    not the detergent i use.
    too orange.
    too fresh.
    too clean.
    i like the sea better.
    it’s blue, not orange.
    and fresher.
    smells better too.

    Jennifer
  31. The tide is frothy and white and it feels bubbly in between my toes this evening. The sun is setting, giving the water an orange glow. The tide can be a scary thing.

    Gina
  32. the ocean rolls down past
    salty trickled skin
    and i feel it
    like fingers down
    and up and across my ribs
    he smiled
    ocean green
    and the eyes
    washed over my body
    like the ocean that is
    so far away from chicago

    the moon pulls me in with his tide eyes.

    Cadence
  33. The tide is frothy and white. Bubbles are even escaping! It is swirling, swirling, swirling. The tide can be a scary thing. Be careful or you could

    Gina
  34. Tides, coming and going, pushing and pulling… They never stop. In perfect alignment with the moon, the sun and the planetary movements, it is a reflection of what is right–what is natural–what is meant to be.

    Juli Emmel
  35. Well as you can see on this hot winter evening, we run onto the beach, it is windy we run into the high tide and it feels great. somehow i forgot to put clothes on, but that is okay, no one else is on the beach.

    Steve D.
  36. Once I was on a beach. The tide was coming in… quicker than I imagined. Before I knew it, not only my sand castle, but also my towel were one with the ocean.

    Alissa
  37. The oceans tide carries away creatures and shells, like light of a new day it refreshens and changes.

  38. the tide connects me, with you. i may hide away in misty crevice shorelines, i may deep dive green and calm, phosphorescence flying from my lashes like cool diamonds, but there you’ll be. i emerge and the playground of your life is like a hot roar of sand and sun. it crashes off my fingertips.

  39. there was a high tide on the beach. tide laundry detergent, it gets your stains out. hooray beer!

    jim bob
  40. The waves crash over the shore, calling out to me. I stand in place, my feet inches away from the water. I lose control and must step in. But wait, before I can, the water rushes over my feet. How did it do that, I wonder. Tides of course. I look down into the deep blue water, the tiny minnows frolicking in the surf. Seaweed clings to the beach as the incoming tide laps at it’s roots. A lovely day at the beach.

    Ellen