one drop in the ocean

[busker]

There's one drop in the ocean
That God-sized Ocean … the first two lines are interesting. I want to know what this ocean is about 
And seven-burning-billion people
can't miche a paper steeple -- …. There’s one drop in a god sized ocean, and seven billion people can’t hide a paper steeple?
And all good seeds are broken …. Ok, what do seeds have to do with the ocean and the people who can’t hide a paper steeple? You need to finish your metaphors, not hop from one to the other leaving the reader frustrated

To the mountain t'whom it stares,
"What was mine now is theirs." …. It reads like a contrived line to rhyme with “stares”
Then down through the breeze
But a young, panting seed:

Panting from life's toil,
"Plant me dead in the soil,
So I may repay my Father who named me
In the upside down forest --
And they're burning the ocean of oil

There's one fist in this ocean
This Godless, inking Ocean
And those cold men with frozen hands
will freeze the ocean into land --
if only their grasp could open

I think you need to 1) consider whether you have something to say 2) say it plainly 3) edit it to make it into a poem. Don’t start by “trying to write a poem”. It should come naturally. If starting out, try writing formal, structured verse. Look up the poetry practice exercises.