A beach captivating deprived eyes,
Fascination, grandiose haven in July,
Keeping lovely mountains nearby,
Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise.
Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012
This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012
Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not leave, for I am your friend’?
For in this mirage of nothingness I am the Fountainhead of Life!
Even if in anger you leave Me for a hundred thousand years,
in the end you will return, for I am your true Goal!
Did I not tell you, ‘Be not content with worldly form’?
For I am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment!
Did I not tell you, ‘I am the Sea and you are but a single fish’?
Do not be tempted ashore, for I am your Crystal Sea!
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not fly like a bird to the snare’?
Come to Me, for I am the very Power of your flight!
Did I not tell you, ‘They will rob you and leave you numb with cold’?
But I am the Fire and the Warmth and Heat of your desire!
Did I not tell you, ‘They will taint your character,
until you forget that I am your Source of Purity’?
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not question how I direct your affairs’?
For I am the Creator without directions.
If you heart is a lamp, let it lead you to your true path.
And if you are godly, know that I am your Lord!’
Mevlana, Divan-i Shams, Ghazal 1725
Copyright © Can Yucel | Year Posted 2013
This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.
We see people on the streets every day.
Exhaling and inhaling their life away.
This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.
Families destroyed lives lost.
Those who take drugs will pay the cost.
This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.
If you take drugs daily you probably won't see.
What or who they they may cause you to be.
This is reality and not a song.
wrote to tell you that drugs are wrong.
Copyright © aaliyah rose | Year Posted 2014
I sit on the sand dunes, lost in my thoughts, as the summer breeze swipes my face, freeing my hair....the salt air makes my inner-self come alive, as the ocean waves offer a private showing, reminding me of the power they own. A seagull flies overhead, as it speaks to me oh so gently, and a voice without a face commands me to"Relax and Feel Peace"......I feel a connection to God, as none other I've known, and all my worries and fears I once pondered, now seem trivial and unimportant.
Copyright © joan woods | Year Posted 2014
My Handicap Beach
As I lay here and look out the window from our hotel at the absolutely amazing view..
It makes me wonder how something so simple creates such beauty and always seems so new..
I feel sadness for those who pass by every day and don’t think another thought about..
The beauty that surrounds them from the beach and the water with the waves washing in and out..
The lighthouse that stands unintentionally stoic and tall and lights the way for those out at sea..
And the sand that finally runs across my toes which has been a dream for so long for me…
This was only possible with the help of a loving person who got me where I needed to go…
And to whom I really hope does realize how much they have helped me in many ways to grow..
And there are always a few people that have to make a spectacle of a girl in a wheelchair..
As they walk by me and say things in a whisper as if they think I can’t hear along with a stare here and there..
If they only knew that It was one of the best days of my life and that I am feeling so relaxed and at ease..
I will take all of their comments and let them go over my head along with the beautiful breeze..
Because this morning I may have been the disabled girl on the beach which was a wonderful thing to me..
And until you learn to see the view from down in a wheelchair every day I don’t care what you think you see...
Because today my view was from the warm sand on a beach towel that was laid down just for me and was the best..
Day I have had in so long because I was no longer that poor gilt in the wheelchair and felt almost like all of the rest..
Of beach goers and comers to the new jersey shore in Atlantic City and right on the pier that is very well known..
For gambling and partying but for me it was just to feel the sand on my toes and feel like I was not handicapped if even for a few moments alone..
Coming home with my stuff in disarray the way it always is along with a few souvenirs because they are from my very first trip away from home..
I loved it so much and want to thank those who took me long on a short but awesome vacation to start me going more which I really hope..
Because it’s nice sometimes to go to places that make you feel different than the usual girl in the wheelchair always needing help from what I call in my head my proverbial rope..
Copyright © Buffy Sammons | Year Posted 2015
The sun is bright and warm all together
But, when we have storms you don't see it due to the bad weather,
We need the sun for our own well being
Don't look directly at it because then you won't be seeing,
The light of the sun gives us days on earth
Other wise it would be dark and humans would lurk,
Our sun is special yes indeed
Because all of us creatures that have to have it due to what we need.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
Warm sea soaked breezes tantalize our imagination of sweet love.
Mother nature flowers our souls with her grace, beauty, passion for nourishing,
leaving us with such wondrous tranquil delights.
Written for my Daughter Krista.
Copyright © Edward Snyder | Year Posted 2015
To live each day
with my toes in the sand,
with the cool breeze,
and mist on my face.
To live each day
searching for tiny seashells,
breathing in the fresh,clean, salty air.
My shoulders down and my back relaxed.
To live each day
with warm sun beating on my face.
My foot prints in the sand,
seagulls soaring by.
That's the seashore where
I would love to live...
Copyright © Mary Malm | Year Posted 2015
Spring time is near when the dawning of sun light beacons upon the horizon and the butterflies roam throughout the sky,
among sun shine rays piercing through tender vibrant flowers
as their journey to blossom began's,
When the days linger into nights transforming the skies into shimmering stars of light, illuminating the golden specks of sand as sprinkling ocean waves crash against its grain,
while ripples of white water recede back into the depths of the sea,
Transcending reflections of the magnificent lights shimmering from the crisp stary sky
AS springs just upon us.
Copyright © Blair Baldwin | Year Posted 2015
Hand in hand
walk along the beach
Calming sounds of the ocean
feel that zephyr breeze
Secure n Content
Mind is at ease
Cant stop smiling
never felt like this before
In heavenly bliss
as we lay upon the shore
The scent of his cologne
His gentle caress
Sweet n tender kisses
Head rested against his chest
He stimulates my mind
Could it be that my heart has
A moment in paradise
It all seems so surreal
Perfect moments like these,
are the ones that truly suffice
This may be the beginning
of something beautifully real
The union of two souls
That were meant to congeal.
Copyright © Beverly Vera | Year Posted 2013
By all these lovely tokens autumn days are here,
with summer's best of weather,
and autumn's best of joyfulness,
every soul is dedicated to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth,
seeking the consecutive autumns.
There is harmony in the air,
and the days become vivacious and brittle under fruitage heavens,
a luster is in the atmosphere,
which through the summer is not perceived or understood,
as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
the landscape is decorated in glowing shades of scarlet, saffron and russet.
Autumn's fire burns slowly along the forests,
and day by day the lifeless leaves fall and melt down,
I trust in nature for the steady laws of prettiness and usefulness,
Leaves grow old gracefully; bring such joy in their last lingering days,
How vibrant and bright is their final flurry of life.
The magic of autumn has seized the rural areas,
the air is intense and vibrant and full of possibilities,
everything looks like a supernatural oil portraits,
Autumn leaves with an emotionless caress,
leaving us to grieve the frosty grip,
of winter in extended sunset.
Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015
by Richard V Fraser
Who am I?
I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian
I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast yam, the ackee and saltfish
I am the Mento, the Ska, the Roots the Rock the Reggae and the Dance hall
I am the sun, the sand, the trees and the breeze
I am the vibe in Negril, the splash in Mo-bay, the weekend in Ochie and the bashment in the Kingston town
I am the julie mango, the sweet sugar cane, the nice cool jelly coconut and the sweet but sour sop
I am the Marley, the Garvey, the Quarrie, Bolt and the Louise Bennett
I am the Harder they come, the Smile orange, the Dance hall Queen and the Shotas
I am the Black, the Green, the Gold
I am the Independent, the Emancipated
I am the Proud, I am Jamaican
Copyright © Richard Fraser | Year Posted 2015
I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal
Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry
She did like him forgot
Suddenly the door sound memory.
I went to the Indonesian island of buttam
Filled eyes saw, the sea shore
I wrote the name of the plane splitting book
Baluchar got to bed rest.
I saw the sea waves Malay
A long line of rows in the garden of the plume,
Malekkara arranged the scene, to me,
It was really fascinating, bhuleni mind.
I saw the Maldives, around the island city
Travel enthusiasts spend hours in the parlor
Small passenger plane shuttled everyone
No it does not flying and landing airport.
I've lived long, the city of dreams
Eternal spring in the country, the love
Took her as his workers,
He went to the city, I saw how much
Are there to touch hands
luxury lifetime pass in Palace.
I traveled in China in technology
Many people say to me they don't understand
I was impressed to see the love of their homeland,
How many state alleges the new angirase
lightning at night I have seen in Beijing.
I went to Hong Kong on the way
He also saw how the people
I am surprised the external mix, fascinating behaviors,
I have no one to tell details.
I have seen skilled people in the Philippines exercises
Again I saw something there to look dirty,
I was shocked to see their culture
Girl brutalized the country.
I went to India, to heal the mind
How many scenes have been unknowingly plunge
I have seen the Taj Mahal in Agra, I thought again and again
Why do we need so much love.
I bent down and touched the high mountains of Bhutan
I shook with fear of their lives when the plane varies
I'm going down through the mountains.
I went to Australia, on the ground
I could not keep my feet,
The fate did not respond to me, warning that day
dream is still chasing me.
I love to this day, do not see the city
I did it in the hope chest, one night,
This is a dream I have traveled on the fog
Logo luxury streets.
Copyright © TAREQ HASAN | Year Posted 2016
Rush forward to greet the shore-bound partner
Send away to hide in the sea
Come back, come back to the sunny altar
Away from the darkness and smothering algae.
Sucked in where underwater, a world moves along
Through death and life and blackness too
Down deep, where there lives a fatal throng.
That simmers in the profound blue.
Copyright © Caitlin Feely | Year Posted 2013
Walking on a sandy beach
I go and hear the water preach
The water crashes
The sun rise with a pink and purple that clash
That clash that doesn’t turn into ash
The ripples in the sky they fly so high
Laying on the beach the sand
As smooth as a peach
That’s knows you’re on a beach
Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Benjiman Barker | Year Posted 2014
Through the doors of my heart
Her presence enters,
A trail of light, wind, and commendations
Of summer escort her footsteps
Sashaying the strands of her hourglass garment.
Impressions stretched like sunlight on a prism,
As wind whispering thru river reeds,
As cool as beach wind stroking tenderly
Across the hairs of my skin:
Beautiful enigma, my African konga
Playing your melodic rhythms on the floors of my being
Opens me to wind that is you. You, my crystal wind
Washing away brine that has been tied to the waters of my soul.
Your eyes place me in utopia, your hands bring me succour
From the muddy places that have held me in itches
Your presence is a softness
Chilling as the wind, woman.
Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013
It's summer time again.
Let it rain
And shine over me.
It's another may,
On sunny day,
Lying on the beach.
Seeing others march.
Then i see a dream walking in a meter.
Her beauty is moot,
It lift my feet,
Finding myseft on kneed,
On the ground with need.
Instantly, she print her photo,
In my mind and heart like a tatto.
I called her to play,
That she obey.
Before the ends,
We were friends.
Then we exchange number,
Her alluring beauty i remember,
When walking in the rain,
Through the hurricane.
Wishing my luck
To be in love.
In the early
Of this worldly,
Nothing to delay
Seeing the brightest ray
Taking the journey
Becuase you worthy,
The way may be rough,
Nothing to rush.
I don't mind what they say.
My love is here to stay.
I love you,
Believe it's true.
Then you knew
Love is sweet when new.
I'm giving you my heart,
Please don't tear it apart.
It will leave only pain,
In my brain.
My love don't leave alone.
Copyright © bah momodoup | Year Posted 2015
i have little tater tot
til it talks crap and gets shot
i eat it then get really sad
and then comes back and beats te crap out of me because it's mad
so i went and got drunk at a bar
and when i left i got hit by a car
and then i got up to run
it was clear he wasn't done
he came and beat me with a bat
and then got up and got mauled by a cat
and as i was laying there half alive
i seen my tater tot and started to cry
and them i ate it then it died
a and then i went home to my wife
im glad that tater tot is out of my life
Copyright © Diet Water | Year Posted 2015
hey look stop regreting and start worrying fr ua grave i say
lets just worry and forget about guns and plant all roses..
TO ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE & WHO DON”T
TO ALL THOSE WHO SEE & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THOSE WHO LISTEN & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THERE & ALL HERE I HAVE A FEW WORDS TO SAY
LIFE IS A BOOK WHICH is WRITTEN BY ALMIGHTY AS WE ALL KNOW
BUT ALL WE KNOW & ALL WE DON”T IS ALL DIFFERENT
THE SUN RISES EVERYDAY FOR THE LOVE OF EARTH
THE SKY STANDS ALL THERE WITH NO STANDS & NO PILLARS
IT HOLDS A FAMILY OF STARS ALL TOGETHER
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT
NOBODY EVER HAS DISCOVERED THE SECRET BEHIND STARS
ALL WE ARE BUSY IN RUNNING INSANE,CRYING FOR THE UNENDING DESIRES
DEFENDING OUR GOOD & BAD
BLAMING OTHERS,HOLDING A GRUDGE
TALKING OF PATRIOTISM,ACTING AS RACISTS
DIFFERENTATING & DISCRAMINATING
BEING PRIEST’S TO WORLD & ACTING AS THUGS AT WHOLE
I LOVE THE WAY I’M ,THE WAY YOU ARE
I DON’T WANT TO BE WHO YOU ARE & HOW YOU ARE
THE SAME I EXPECT FROM YOU ALL.
IT’S INSANE WORRYING ABOUT THINGS WHICH ARE ALL OUT OF OUR CONTROL
THE BEST THING IS TO LIVE AND LET LIVE AS IT IS A BELIEF OF ALL WISE MEN
RESPECT & YOU WILL GET IT ALL
ELSE YOU GONNA GET A FALL
THERE’Z NO FUN IN RUNNING ALL ALONE
WALK HOLDING SOME HAND,THE JOURNEY WILL B ALL BETTER
THERE’Z NO GOOD IN BUILDING THE WALLS ALL OVER
BUILD SOME BRIDGES ALL HERE & ALL THERE,AS IT WILL GET YOU NEAR& NEAR.
ITS WHEN THERE WILL BE NO FEAR & TEAR.
#L 4 ALL#HATE 4 NONE#
and that is all i feel beneath my breath.
Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015
The Lost Snowman was wondering in a snowy field
As he was walking along he saw a shiny shield
He looked at it and looked at it then finally he knew
The shield was shiny like it was new
As he wondered what it was from
His hands became really numb
He thought to himself where might I be
Then he saw over in the distance a tree
Then he starred and starred at that tree
Still wondering what might it be
Then he said to himself that is a sign
The sign that he was lost
Then he was feeling a tap on his shoulder
He felt relieved someone has come
That someone was in a boulder
This is the poem of the lost snowman
Copyright © kylie townsend | Year Posted 2015
Under the bright sun;
Between the trees here and there;
Indulged my soul with the peace around.
I rambled and rambled having a lot of fun;
Happily moving my limbs along with the air;
It refreshed my lungs as my nose flared.
Freed up myself from the outside bounds;
I threw all my despair and frights behind;
Looking at everything so refined.
I strode once I saw the flowing blue;
It glamoured the spot with its mixed hue.
It enlightened my spirit with its gliding sound;
As it softly touched the shore ground.
I was fully excited by the scene;
When the flow egulfed the blue sky preen.
Woo-hoo!! Such a breathtaking harmony;
How It is created in such order and artfully.
Copyright © Hanan Essam | Year Posted 2016
I am sorry for the agony I caused you,
I feel so wicked.
I'm not perfect and I make mistakes.
Please forgive me.
I took it all for granted,
I'm sorry to say.
I'm sorry but I adore you,
I'm sorry if I miss you.
I'm sorry I can't be that perfect man
You’ve always dreamed of.
I'm sorry for bothering you.
I just wanted to tell you...
I'm sorry for the pain I caused you.
Please forgive me
For all the wrong I've done.
Please come back home my love.
I know you have no trust in me,
I'm sorry to let you down.
I wish I could be what you want,
But I can't and I’m sorry.
Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2016
Lost and lonely broken shell that drifts along the sea. Once was pretty but not broken. Someone crush's it with there bare feet stomping it repeating it again and again, The ocean wash's it away with sour tears. The bitter broken soul carries those's tears within in them every day living as a sea shell that broken but wants to be fixed but can never be fixed from there broken sea shells.
Copyright © manda reid | Year Posted 2015
hey mister, can you kill me?
if you see a man tortured by al quida spies,
what does that man need?
a bottle of whiskey
relieve his misery
and let him be
then, it was a product of stupidity
it was a bottle of jack
walking by from mister black
ten bux flat
but that sh*t been jacked
with the security attached
and we would be licking jack
from the concrete cracks
treading on broken glass
bliss and a bloody mess
and so he say to me,
can you kill me?
payee won't give me enough money
or else I would be dead and gone
I needed to give him a bong
so I took,
rolled a fat one from the pack
offered a match
sir, you would be my angel
if you got
a big fat shot
that will make my heart stop
as i am suffering here
i needed to find him a beer
and so he faded into the night
His spirit will not die
Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016
Chances people give,
Threats they make.
And yet some people,
It makes them break.
Anger is drawn.
Nothing gets solved,
Could argue til dawn.
Mornings are a new beginning,
And yet some are more interested in,
If the game their winning.
Life isn't a game,
Not meant to be bad.
Ups and down's of course,
But not meant to be lived sad.
Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016
Oil painting sold in a busy old street
A man with no hands,
using only his feet
Lively the colours, sunset in gold!
Unframed his paintings at Durban price sold
Speechless as people stop and adore...
Inspired by others
His crowded by more
saying so much
Without any fingers, yet feeling the touch!
Looking at faces left with a smile.
Brittle his brushes unique in his style
Pictures are painted with stories to share
SO many times do we cry life is not fair.
Driven by passion
A brush and some paint
Excelling beyond reason with colours and paint
Copyright © Dorianne Retalic | Year Posted 2016
All the J months have arrived,
Beach time it was for me,
Carrying some excitement,
Dancing out of glee.
Eating a buffet each morning,
For a conference of a company,
Greatly residing in a hotel,
Hurrying outside when time to play,
I was stopped by the guardian,
"Just wait a moment please,
Kids should know this before they go,
Listen, please, to what I have to say.
My friend and I came here once,
Nice, young and free,
Openly my friend rushed to the sea,
' Please friend,' I said to her,
' Question before you go,
' Remember they said not to go in?'
She only laughed and said with glee,
' 'Tis I can swim easily,
' Us two can go in.'
Very soon she plunged in,
Water started to whirl and twist,
X-ing out her life,
Yelling reached my ears,
Zooming towards the waters edge,
Almost did I faint,
But my friend pushed me away,
Causing me to live,
Destroying her life.
Easily you can see now,"
Frowned the adult at the door,
"Good children shouldn't shrug off,
Hanging good advice,
Just their lives and their cost."
Kicking me out the door,
Leaving me to have fun,
Mumbling under her breath,
Noisily going off.
Only did I watch the ocean that day,
Pure, clean and wide,
Questions bouncing in my head,
Rude to ask adults.
Silently, I saw the water,
Twist, swerve and shake,
Up to find,
Victims to wring and break.
Copyright © Sarah P. | Year Posted 2015
Hello again it's me am I the person you always wanted me?
I tried and tried for you, you see?
I've painted this pretty picture for both you and me
The colors I'm afraid are getting dull and bleak
And maybe our time together is fleating and weak
Hello again it's me I wish for one more day together just you and me
We could go back to the sea dig our toes into the diamond sand
And travel out into the frothy deep but now you will forever sleep
You left me to replay your memories only mine to keep
I may just have forgotten how to be
Hello again it's me will we ever be free?
Remember how it used to be?
When we tilted our heads to the sun and begged for the world at our feet
It's only me now and it will never be just as sweet
In my dreams you sing me songs the lyrics haunting and deep
The days seem long without you by my side to always keep me company
Hello again it's me I will always remember you and time we were almost free
I hope I'm that person you always wanted me to be
Copyright © jamie anderson | Year Posted 2015