I want to offer you a challenge. You state that you are someone who does not compose poetry. I bet you could write a poem. You love the metaphor of the waves that ebb and flow on the ocean. Now, I want you to visit that image, close your eyes and see it the waves ebbing and flowing, the dance and rhythm of the ocean. Either turbulent or calm with the sun rising or the sun setting. I went through just a few poems and tried to stay away from the ones that were not contemporary in their language. I decided on the one below. Just take a line, or a few words of it and think about the ocean and the ebb and flow and what it does to you or what it makes you feel , now write something. It does not have to be perfect, no such thing as a perfect poem. Squash your internal editor who wants to butt in before it's time and just write freely. Write anything that comes to you and what you are feeling when you think of the ocean and the ebb and flow of it. Enough images? See what happens in the process. Good Luck

Seaside
by Rupert Brooke
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band,
The crowd’s good laughter, the loved eyes of men,
I am drawn nightward; I must turn again
Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand,
There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown
The old unquiet ocean. All the shade
Is rife with magic and movement. I stray alone
Here on the edge of silence, half afraid,

Waiting a sign. In the deep heart of me
The sullen waters swell towards the moon,
And all my tides set seaward.
From inland
Leaps a gay fragment of some mocking tune,
That tinkles and laughs and fades along the sand,
And dies between the seawall and the sea.