by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love
On our skin gleams pearl white sand
in the sheen of setting sun.
From sea deep as our love - come
waves caressing land.
For Brian Strand's
A POEM YOU LIKE any form/theme MAX 7 lines Poetry Contest
by Dana Smith |
Categories:
animal, freedom, introspection, lost love, sea,
Drape over lonely hours, gloom of night
The silence that succumbs me takes its toll
I am left with stardust shed from starlight
Words behind me, left as ink upon my scroll
You're still inside my heart, marksman of my soul
Stillest ocean wrath, black by moon's allure
The blackbird dips to brush the water's drone
Her wings spread wide and mind set free and pure
No two-legged demons here to throw a stone
She flies into the seaside night alone
by Rollo West |
Categories:
love,
I will be the waves
and you, you will be the sand.
I’ll fall into you.
by Rereloluwa Adetimehin |
Categories:
fantasy, world, earth,
I'm in my own little world of fantasies
Dreaming is what i'm up to
I'm with my love, sitting by the seaside
Talking and holding hands
I dont want it to end
But i wake up suddenly
To find myself smiling and happy
That is when i have a vision.
I'm back to my world of fantasy
All alone looking for him by the seaside
The earth begins to tremble
I'm all shaken up and anxious
I don't know what to do, I shout and scream
The earth is swallowing me up
Panic..... I'm awake on my bed
Sweating profusely and crying badly
This is also a vision but i conclude
Its a nightmare!
by Robin Silver |
Categories:
adventure, beach, dream, retirement, sea, summer, vacation,
The seaside...now there is a place I like to be,
To get away from the city the neighbours and some family,
To lay on the beach without a care at all,
Watching people swimming, sunbathing or just playing with a ball,
At the seaside you can eat fish and chips,
Or you can simply gaze at the distant ships,
Listening to the rocks crackle in the ebb and flow,
Of the blue crisp ocean going to and fro,
The cool sea breeze and Cornish ice cream,
Will always be with me in a seaside dream,
Yeah I really love to be by the coast,
And I hate going home the most,
So one day I will make the move and live by the sea,
Until I get old and life’s had enough of me.
by Dana Smith |
Categories:
depression, lost love,
He was the candle by my frozen bones
He was flesh bound to a broken soul
He was the keeper of my monster
he was each stoke of broken coal
He was the seaside drone that called
He was the light that beckoned me
He was each wave that reached my feet
and bottom wave that tumbled free
He was the song that bellowed low
He was the sun that hung too high
He was the tears that flood my kingdom
and then the arms that helped me dry
He was the love that kept me well
He was my crutch and loving smother
He was the candle by my frozen bones
and now he warms another
by Steven Mossburg |
Categories:
love, naturesun,
The sleepy sun sinks
Beneath the gray blanket
Of the restless waves
But the earth doesn’t rest
Shadowed shapes linger by the shore
Watching the glowing “good night”
Silhouettes entwine in the twilight
And drift along the sandy beach
The sun winks
And blinks one last time
Then all fades to black and gray
The murmur of the waves
And the whispers of love
Are all that can be heard
by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories:
beach, beauty, emotions, feelings, fun, happiness, happy, i love you, joy, life, nature, sea, smile, uplifting, vacation,
Simple treasures we have found
(seaweeds, fossils
seashells, crabs)
as we learned to look around
Walking holding hand
(He stopped
and wrote)
I love you in the sand
As the tides began to rise
(He laughed
I cried)
as the words disappeared before our eyes
But simple treasures we have found
(become fossilized
loving memories)
as we learn to look around
by Mary Rotman |
Categories:
analogy, beach, my child, son, summer, vacation,
He comes, a seaside golem,
walking like Frankenstein’s monster
because sand has filled the crack in his
behind, and his feet are shod in at least
two pounds of beach.
He carries his pail and shovel.
“Mommy, I have fun!” he chirps.
And I love him in spite of his sandy behind,
in spite of the leaden feet
and the grit in his hair,
in spite of the fact that I know who’ll be
removing the sand.
I love him because he’s my golem,
and, well, he had fun.
by Moonbee Canady |
Categories:
adventure, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life, love, music, nostalgia, people, places, social, uplifting
Calypso, Bèlè, Limbo, Reggae
And a Pool Boy, Called Lonny Ray
Margarita and Coolers, by The Bay
All With Umbrellas at Seaside Café’
Like Caribbean Pirates, Taking A Chance
Shaking Our Lala, Wining-Dance
Vacation Adventure, Love-Romance
Worth Every Penny of Check-Advance
Barbados, Tobago, Jamaica, Fun
Songs, Soca, Sand, Surf and Sun
Float To The Bar, in Another Run
Frozen Daiquiri, Screwdrivers, Coke and Rum
Xylophone, Steel Guitar, Cymbals, Steel Drums
Almost, Made Us, Want To Be Beach Bums
When Asked, Were We Happy, We Did Come ? …
… Yeah Mon, Yeah Mon, Yeah Mon, Yeah Mon !
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
introspection,
“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we
create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.” -- Orson Welles
she dwelt in a seaside stone cottage
winds, words and world outside repelled
lonely single rose amidst a garden of weeds
from without the windows she did not peer
recalling not how her life became this way
fantasizing family and friends
she spoke aloud as if they could hear
words blown as puffs from the chimney top
orphaned by all, she remained
encumbered by solitude, lifted by illusion
*Entry for Brian’s two to fourteen contest
October 5, 2011
by Mike Jones |
Categories:
beach, sea,
Bright coloured chalets, (very dear !)
Stand close in military line,
Along the prom, beyond the pier
“NO CYCLING”, please, observe the sign.
The waves roll in with thunderous roar
To dash the pebbles on the shore.
Incongruous lighthouse in the town
Looks out above Edwardian tiles,
Across Sole Bay and looking down
Shines out for more than twenty miles.
The pride of Suffolk, on the coast,
For many not an idle boast.
Victorian sleepy seaside town,
That’s Southwold, home of Adnam’s beer.
I stroll the prom, first up, then down,
Sip coffee on the antique pier.
I love its charms and golden sands,
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, introspection, philosophy, strength, truth, visionary, wisdom,
Not words
Not flowers
Nor platitudes
Not even Jesus
To love
is to be
in peace not with God
with yourself
Too many old fools
buried in seaside graves
never learn
eyes closed long before death
by Izzy Gumbo |
Categories:
love
water glistening
shadows my wall
reflections listening
”...I can hear…”
I can feel your call
”.... you move the music….”
and I’m pleased
”...you tease the midnight…”
and with ease
I’m swaying
to the breeze
and it’s brilliant
the enchantment
of your eyes
flickering light
along my seaside
I can breathe
and being tHere
I’ll believe
”...that it’s right…”
so write to me
on the honey
colored walls
and just to me
so by eve I’ll fall
embracing the lines
of a timeless art
coloring my world
sun set to start
”...the sun rises
as a perfect heart…”
and if nothing else
I’ll touch this part.
by João Camilo |
Categories:
love, nature, sky,
Let me tell how is to be a cloud
They are lovely, I am lovely too
moving swiftly without a sound
when the sky is white and blue,
They are soft like cotton candy
going back and forth as the wind
crosses oceans to reach an island,
or just halting idle by the seaside.
Maybe they will change shape,
A bird or a lion or a little flower
Or like an abstract weird scrape
Shadowing a hidden bower.
Tidy white on a sunny day,
like sheep’s herds moving
Clouds can be heavy and gray
with thunder and lighting,
If they kiss under the rain
hovering over a greenly plain.
by Bonnie Jennings |
Categories:
allusion, beach, crush, fantasy, farewell, girl, summer,
“What was I thinking? I lost track of time.”
Running to the seaside home before the clock is nine
The water cooling from the heat of summer
Her feet are numb from the cool temperatures that plunder
Across the waters, towards the house she glides
Beating the forceful midmorning tides
Ah but, she’s an apparition lingering in my time
The curtain that draws memories closed is a fine-line
Will she be noticed past my prime?
She waved! She said goodbye, then blew a kiss!
Looking at the beach, in memories, I will reminisce.
Who was she? What was her story?
Oh, perhaps it was for love, aw perhaps for my glory.
I will never know, perhaps, she knows already?
by David Drowley |
Categories:
beach, emotions, fruit, humorous, love, nonsense,
There was a lady from Montana
Who fell in love with a banana,
Which had such an appeal
She felt urged to reveal
They planned to elope to Havana.
She rented a seaside cabana
Nested between beach and savanna.
At a party she threw
Came a Chiquita new
And the new two flew to Montana.
by Marilyn Clarke |
Categories:
happiness, hope, inspirational, life, nature, peace, philosophy, uplifting,
Ankle deep water, ebbing, seeping
From melting ice to flood is leaking
To form a rapid river flowing
Ounce by ounce this stream is growing
To wash into an oval pool besides
Then rush to meet the rising tides
Of oceans deep and full and wide
Where froth upon the billows ride
Upon a yellow sandy shore
Where shells collect up by the score
Displayed in jars in seaside shops
Among golden pears and red gum drops
From mountains high and oceans deep
Where eagles soar and dolphins leap
From high above to down below
So much beauty to love and know
by Night Prophet |
Categories:
nostalgia,
I sat here, beneath the oak.
My body ripping apart, my soul amongst the ruins.
I wondered - what are we fighting for?
The sandy summers or the winter's glow.
The shimmer of a starry night, the depths of love we find.
Through waters blue or gray they came,
The strong, the weak, the cowardly,
To find us lost in our reflections.
For these are words, not tears I shed,
The meaning lost, but never dead.
by João Camilo |
Categories:
love, memory,
To say Adieu, is so dire a crime,
I said only once,
That same time
Her heart shred tears of pride
by the seaside.
I kissed her lips, so sweet and pale,
I kissed only once,
Like in a faery tale
A chaste fire warmed her face
With holy grace.
I cannot leave, beside her side,
I loved only once,
To this very day
The same girl that cried to see
her life with me.
by John Reshetar |
Categories:
love,
I see a wind-swept, seaside cliff
From a red skiff
Aside my love
Sea birds above
Snow glistens on a mountain peak
She and I seek
Peaceful retreat
As two hearts beat
We go as one through evening mist
Live, don't exist
Imagine all
Answer the call
by Victor Dixon |
Categories:
death, life, love
An October day – we could see our breath.
You and I had the beach all to ourselves.
Artwork in the sand – talkin’ about death.
You wanted to talk about somethin’ else.
You were watchin’ the clouds, and me, the waves.
You stayed close enough to borrow my warmth.
You talked origin; I talked about age –
prayed to witness when the tropics move north.
We outran the tide five feet to a time
till the fairy tale was an aftermath.
You said that love travels in a straight line
with language intercepting its path…
that words shouldn’t change the trajectory of souls;
that death’s a grip on a loss of control.
by Weeping Willow |
Categories:
confusion, love,
I would love you
but the water sounds to us differently
I do laugh a lot and you cry secretely
I would love you
but you would climb every high and every small mountain
and I would just sit by the seaside or at least close to the fountain
You say that we don't have a puppy is a pity
And I turn my face to every single I see kitty
I am watching my steps, your eyes are fixed upon the sky
And we do not see the same things clearly that is why
I would love you
wildly
over heels head
But I am a very calm person and I use always flip flops- too bad
(like it but not exactly my fav- that one went to a contest somewhere then I can't post it here now ehh... WW)
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
baptism, love,
Making they twice damnation's child than themselves ? When....
An evil entity leaves their abode left wondering amid the wilderness
Determing time's cost while weighing out another thirty sheckles be irony
What's the story morning glory need a little spot to wake up: naked atop her shores
Derriere due north his alabaster box's great divide; sand pebble eyes parched lips choking
Upon her starfish holding tight a golden statuette and how their west was won ? Champagne tulips
Running through fields of mars trekking about another seaside resort sparkling sails banners wavering
Blue red carpet rides gathering seven tides washing away flowers which never were in her hair: gray ghost.
by Jodie Hannen |
Categories:
son, travel
I look forward to a long weekend spent with my son.
Lets just hope the clouds show some sunshine.
So that we may take a trip in the car.
Run along the beach; actually no matter if it should rain.
Enjoy time spent together as we laugh and play.
My camera will be in our company, for taking pictures; I love.
Fish and chips by the sea most definite.
Arcades; well that's gotta be done-the Teddy and Two pence machines.
A stroll around the shops to buy a fridge magnet and an ice cream, of course.
I will watch my son throw pebbles into the sea.
It's by no means the best beach, but the excitement in his eyes says no matter.
Getting away to the seaside is special to us.