God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’
A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part
Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme
My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see
Behold my mistress of fair skin
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious
"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
I have been on our beach, for 6 hours today
I watched it fill up with umbrellas and tourists
I watched children play in the sand
Adults in the sea playing with a bat and ball
I watch families
Sons, daughters, mums dads and grandparents
Enjoying the golden sun of the Algarve.
Children with ice creams spilling down their faces
Children covered in sun cream, to protect them from future harm.
I sit on dry sands made of miniature fossils
And I write, pages upon pages
Of pain, sorrow and tears
Of lost love, cruelly taken
Of sadness and heartbreak
Of lost time, never to be regained
I cannot write of happy cheerful times
I cannot forget
I cannot forget.
Who you were
The way you touched me
Smiled at me
Stole my heart
Then you left
With no goodbye
A vacuous space sits
Where you should be
You were my soul, my Angel my protector
Now you are a just a memory
Fading in the distance
As I wave you goodbye
For the last time
In my head
Tears sting my eyes
As I try to walk forwards
To our beach
Our golden sun
Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2013
To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge
An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat
The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine
Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret
Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013
With a devastating voice
To calm your mindset and change
Ironing the game to be fine
But elders are starving
While they are looking after the livestock
I will just scrutinize what is visible
Or am I out of context?
If it makes you forlorn
It is you who have a spot on a trail
Or if I’m wrong, correct me
Don’t let the neighbor to laugh at me
An ancient accepted wisdom
What my peers are scared to talk?
Thoughts far away
Belief of growing up beings
Copyright © Emmanuel M. Hitilasha | Year Posted 2014
(or) Those Summer Days With Danny
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Where We Walked Along The Shore
Beside Star-Fish Strewn On The Beach
Tossed Above The Ocean's Floor ...
Where Danny Surfed The Waves
and Raced The Crested Curls
& Showed How To Ride Water-Roller-Coasters
To His First Love's (Gidget) Girl ...
With Ocean's Roar In Our Ears
and Echoes of Found Seashells
We Would Kiss & Say ... 'I Love You'
& Write It, So Sands of Time Would Tell ...
... of Summer Days With Danny
Where The Sun Became Our Clock
The Day Stood-Still & Dipped In Ponds
As Spray Dashed Upon Pier-Rocks ...
Where We Sat & Made Our Plans
of A Future For First Love
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Beneath A Beach-Umbrella-Cove
In Those Days We'd Met 'Rider-Pete'
Who, Many Had Tagged 'Beach Bum'
But Pete Taught What He Lived & Loved
& Was A King When He Made Surf Runs! ...
Days of Seventeen, Picnics & Parties
Naiviette' & Swim-Wear, Nearly Nude
Showed The Glow of Beautiful Bodies
A-Glistening ... While Gleaming The Cube ...
and Falling In Love From High Altitudes
With A ... 'Raindrop On A Dam' ... Attitude
In Those Days With My Hot-Dog, Danny-Dude
Sharing Thrills of Lightning Tunnels Thru Tubes ...
With Danny & His Big Dipper
Who Was Like A Raider, Raised On Waves!
But Me On My Glass Slipper ...
Knew Which 'Big Ones' Not To Chase ...
In Those Summer Days of Beach Volleyball
Throwing Frisbees With Moon-Doggies & Girlfriends
But Our Favorite & Most Fun Hangout Was
In The Forum of 'Hanging Ten' ...
Into The Great Rolls of Sparkling Ripples
Paddling Out To Rush Riptides- Poured
When Life Was Stronger & Simple
... We Rose & Raced On Glossed Surfboards ...
To Return To Repose On Abandoned Blankets
While Watching Glorious Sunsets
In Those Summer Days With Danny
And First Love ... I'll Not Forget ...
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
That Season of Sweet, First-Love
of Ocean-Wave-Chariots, Riding Me ...
Like Sunshine Rides On Wings of Doves ...
... aahh ... Those Summer-Surf-Filled Days
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/27/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2014
As the heavens open to brighten the upcoming new day
Shades of torn yet frail species that vegetate around the everglades
In slight of hand when to understand from;
Under The Blue sky awaits the brand new day
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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
I want to travel...
I want to see the way
The stars look in the mountains
And the way the light meets you eyes.
I want to go to little coffee shops
And meet people
Who don't bother with masks.
I want to see the sun
Set against the water
With a million colors mirrored
Against the water better
Than any artist could ever display.
I want to dance in the rain
With not a care
Other than why your hands
Have left my hips
And when your lips will greet mine again.
I want to see the world,
But it's so much prettier
Threw your eyes.
Copyright © Sybil Berry | Year Posted 2015
What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!
Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2012
I strolled along a beach one night.
I saw her standing at surfs brink.
Her face glistening by moonlight,
I could swear, I seen her wink.
She was an Angel, barefoot in the sand.
I slowly approached; we stared at first.
Upon my first touch of her soft hand,
My steamy summer love, freed my thirst.
Sitting together, as the waves came in.
Our hearts collapsed in love to begin.
Our bodies knew; there was no sin.
Our souls knew; love would win.
Gazing at the stars above, we lay.
Two stars seemed to kiss in the sky.
Enveloping moment, our souls pray.
Embracing each other, we did sigh.
Summer loving, so hot that night,
Our spirits floated above so high.
Encircling the moon shining bright,
Our bodies pulsing, starting to fly,
Summer love is all, I am thinking of.
Bringing us together in Heavens glow,
Breathing in a summer breeze of love,
My beloved Brandy, I love her so.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
At the seashore, a late evening.
The scenic beauty; I am enjoying.
People are running;
So I am watching.
Writing an unfinished story;
Continuing from the moment of glory.
Shallow waves touches my feet;
Makes my feet neat.
I am back in my homeland.
And it is an epic weekend.
Sun is about to set,
And my feet are still wet.
Here comes the creepy dark cloud;
Making loud sound.
Thunder is striking,
Wind is blowing,
And I am singing;
A SAD SONG.
It starts dribbling,
And I am still sitting, soaking.
Ferns behind me are dancing;
As the wind is blowing.
The embracing scenic beauty,
Has become dirty.
Now it’s gloomy,
And I am feeling doomy.
Rain is washing off the black ink on my white paper,
So I am searching for my draper,
While I am still singing;
THAT SAD SONG.
Its pouring heavy;
And I am shaky.
The unfinished story; reamains unfinished.
Shaky makes me tired.
Still I am shivering,
And somebody is hugging;
It is my husband;
And I am being pampered.
He is cuddling;
While I am still shaking,
And I am now having a sound sleep.
Copyright © Dickey Thukhotsong | Year Posted 2015
In the slight of hand at the dead of night will stand
Hoping someday soon all will live to understand
The heart that will beat the tone of the feet
Love for sale
We ask for more yet for what?
In the passage of time their lies hurdles
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2013
HOLLYWOOD BEACH GULLS
Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we had a dream to give to them
or sang a song they might have understood.
There in their shrilled descent they had such grace
my heart lept to an all time vibrant shrill
and wondered just how far their wings could fly
if only words of love could let us soar.
But words of love are only past regrets
of humping on the beach for me and you
after the gulls have found their nesting place
and making it on their own. Will I die
another death without the touch of you?
That bastard seagull. Wasn't he the shame
of Hollywood Beach that sunny afternoon
we met and we made love for real?
Not in St Johns
where I lived a mile from you
But in Hollywood Beach
where a drunk can be a drunk
but in goodf company
But we were just too drunk to remember,
like everyone else on the beach
all of us down from the great St Johns Blizzard,
doing what Canadians do best
staying drunk long enough to forget it all
when we got back home.
But in St Johns, we had the bitter cold as an excuse
for being drunk all of the time.
On Hollywood Beach, the gulls all knew
We didn't need an excuse,
we just did it.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
The wind is blowing, trees are bent.
It's time. I have to be out there!
Really need a board for rent
Else it's gonna be a nightmare.
For me and others beside me.
To listen to me complaining,
Observe me drooling at the sea,
Where windsurfers are now planning.
Oh how I hate and envy those
Who have a board now and a sail.
I watch attentively, I froze.
A sailor jibing on a rail.
What fascinates me in such sports?
Touch of nature? Wind in face?
Being on the water in shorts?
Adrenaline? The rush? The race?
I used to be obsessed with it.
Quit my job and fled to dessert.
Year past and it was time to rid
This lifestyle, it's a pure hazard!
Before it used to be hobby.
Romanced by palm trees and the sea.
Found self respect. In the lobby
We meet. Great sailing! You and me.
While in bed called out for harness.
You made big deal of wind and life.
I'll see ya. You fought the sadness.
With no wish asked me to be wife.
Turns out you never met the bar.
I'd rig up, grab kit, disappear.
You didn't wait on land. Too far.
Our paths diverged oh so clearly.
Despite laughs, closeness and great sex.
I'm young. Mistook it for real kick.
Depended on you, O'neill and Mexx.
You left me. That shit made me sick.
Never thought that I deserved it
But you surely wiped your hands clean.
Fell apart, screamed, could't handle it.
There was nothing of me left. Sin.
Never apologized for mess.
Wondered how was it? It bothered?
Moved on, settled for something less.
Partied, drank and found another.
You found a girl in two months time.
News just sliced me up in pieces.
Seems like yesterday you were mine.
It's ten years past. Have two nieces.
Did I forgive you? Do you care?
Wish I did. You caused me sorrow.
We never spoke again. Don't dare!
You vanished while I was hollow...
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
satin waves lapping the shore
foam swirls around my toes as we leave footprints behind in the wet sand.
We walk on the beach leaving behind memories
Of all the things we could have been.
Our last goodbye
looking at the waves
As this ends i wish you would stay
and i could curl up into your arms the way i used to.
you have to go
and we must say our last goodbyes
before we cave into each others arms.
Copyright © Amanda Hay | Year Posted 2013
Sur la plage in France,
I thought I'd found romance,
My olive skinned beauty with cascading hair,
Smiling so sweetly, I tried not to stare,
Her body was bare but for a peach thong,
I was there naked, she saw nothing wrong,
We spoke in a broken half-French, word by word,
But thoughts unspoken were louder still heard,
I said 'I'm Nick' and she said 'I'm Celeste',
Oh Celeste, as you rubbed sun oil onto my chest,
Your eyes they were burning, they encaptured me,
More sparkling, more blue, than the Cote D'Azur sea,
I longed for your neck to feel my kisses sweet,
So I looked at you not as I massaged your feet,
Our chaste romance ended before it began,
Your boyfriend returned and I cowardly ran.
Copyright © Nick Barnsley | Year Posted 2009
I see the Moon and Stars smiling at you;
and the gray skies turn bright and blue.
The flowers of fun preen in fresh fragrance,
fishes in the stream of love dance...
To the rhapsodies of our twilight romance.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2014
Counting footprints on the sand
The next thing I know I don’t know how to act
You’re there watching me
I just shrug, diverting my eyes to the sea.
Love really has magic
Fireworks deafening me when you’re around, so pathetic
Crazily smiling next to you, so insane
But then, life changes when you came.
We do actions in our little world
I want you to keep my last words
Even the sun turns to blue from yellow
Remember still that you have me to be leaned on to.
And then you came near to me under the moon
And counting footsteps, we’ll reach each other soon
People wonder why are we counting
It’s for them to find out why we do this thing.
And as our gazes met
Still counting one two three
Making my heart melt
You lead me home and made me see.
The light in your eyes is my hope
As stars in the sky happily shone
Words can’t describe how I am feeling
I look down the sand to continue counting.
Thus we continue our story hearing our hearts beating
We still keep on counting
As we held each other hands
We counted footsteps and our heartbeats fall on our lands of love.
Copyright © Noemi Alcantara | Year Posted 2015
Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."
Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.
I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.
Copyright © Kaylee Landis | Year Posted 2012
I like Long Walks on the Beach
I like long walks on the beach while someone is holding my hand, that someone may not be the same someone in a few months but who cares it’s just a man.
I like long walks on the beach. You can look at my feet because I think they’re pretty, but don’t look at anyone else – that would hurt my feelings.
I like long walks on the beach. I’ll pick up sea shells and cast them away, even though I told them I love them every day.
I like long walks on the beach. Let’s play when the sun away. I want you to accept my dark side, keep my anxieties at bay.
I like long walks on the beach, walk with me into the sea. You might step on a few stones, get hit by a few waves… but no one ever said love was easy.
I like long walks on the beach. Let’s test the waters, plunge into the deep. Funny you don’t think I’d lure you this far without getting you weak.
I like long walks on the beach. I need you sacrifice for me. Drawl blood only to see I was the great white all along waiting to devour thee.
Copyright © Raquel Carrasquillo | Year Posted 2015
I LOVE YOU
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
Copyright © katie kirkland | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
WE WALK DOWN THE BEACH
HAND IN HAND LEAVE
NOTHING BUT FEET PRINT
SAND AGNELS FROM WERE WE LAYED
THE HEART IN THE SAND WITH OUR NAMES IN IT
SOON O BE WASHED AWAY WITH THE TIDE
FOR THE MEMORES WE MADE ON THE BEACH
ALL THE KISSES , CHASEN ONE ANOTHER
ALL THE LOVE SHARED
COULDNT BE WASHED AWAY BY THE HARDEST TIDE
Copyright © brittany knight | Year Posted 2010
The Girl Who Loved the Sea
I. A Drop.
The blue swept over her eyes,
Embracing her lips – his cold tide.
Affinity for what was at sea,
She was drowning in the indecency.
Descending into the water’s deep,
Her stark body dims into his dark keep.
A pressure clenching her chest,
All her feeling suppressed.
Against time, he quickly rushed,
Streaming her lungs, her voice - he hushed.
Her few last breathes – of no avail,
They both sank in fear of the surface’s sail.
Lost to catch any wave,
It was his dark waters she craved.
Down below he hid her devotion.
She was only a drop in his ocean.
II. Never Reaching the Surface.
Time escaped on her purpled lips,
Pruned body held by his anchoring grip.
Without her – his ocean shifted,
In circles she simply drifted.
Aware of how strong his tide,
She was content being casted aside.
When his bitter waves rolled past,
She held on - making the feeling last.
Calm waters washed him away,
The clarity questioned why she stays.
Light exposed her green eyed glim,
Suffocating, she learned how to swim.
In reach she tested the air,
Take a breath – his harshening dare.
In fear of what was above,
She sank for what could be love.
III. Remember Her
Mysteriously his waters stilled,
She pained him, seeking a thrill.
Eyes shot red as emotions flee,
Her tears only added to his sea.
Submersed under his neglect,
Darkness deflected the sun's respect.
The girl lost to depths unknown,
Forced to settle her demons alone.
Sharp blows to his wet caress,
Raw purges – emptied her chest.
Lucid dreams floated her to land,
The girl’s legs yearned to stand.
Her swollen white body washed ashore,
Faded eyes fixed to his roaring lure.
Waves crashed in, her love had drown,
Think of her when they sound.
Copyright © Meagan Abeltin | Year Posted 2016