What 3 figurative languages is in this poem the ocean tide as it passes by trying to get to the sand but is pulled back from land and i sit there and wonder its such a fickle thing the way is carelessly sways forward and backwards in the never ending way some days its higher others its lower vanishing the footprints in the sand giving seashells to kids who pass by the ocean tide it pulls in many things but brings out more to bottle caps to scraps to bottled notes to pieces of boats its very mysterious this ocean tide where the kids play carelesley building sand castles near the ocean tide having them taking away they could never have stayed around the ocean tide the waves form like a tiny tsunami forming marks in the sand like a beautiful painting on this land the ocean tide may be mysterious but in a beautiful delirious way.