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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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Forgotten Tide

The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.

It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.

It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.

It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.

It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier. 

It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.

It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...

The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

Home is Where the Ocean Is

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

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The Ocean

My heart sleeps by the Ocean.. Give me beach therapy please..
When all this world's troubles come upon me.. just let me dip my feet in the sea..
I don't ask for much just a little sand between my toes 
Enough to make this ole girl go ooohhh lala and away she goes.. 
When it's time for me to return back to reality.. 
I'll just stay here a little longer living in Peace you see.. 
Because the sand, the waves, the pure blue, green water is where I long to be.. 
Nothing can take place of living at the beach in splendid harmony..
Walking with Jesus is where I'll be living in serenity.. 
Talking to him about all the things I see.. 
Just pouring out my heart to him makes me feel free.. 
I want look back at all the things I left behind
because they want matter to me this time..
I'm on the beach you see where life is happy as can be..
Just to feel the wind upon my face as those waves come in it makes my heart race.. 
Ahh the feeling is so grand all the stress of life there's not a strand.. 
Ohh my see that beach over there that's it that's the place God gave to me, 
My my look at it glow.. More beautiful than a diamond in a bridal show.. 
I found my home where I belong.. 
Now I can finally sing my greatest song..

Copyright © Rose Stephens | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |


I’m sitting silently listening to the swoosh swoosh of the sea
Children paddle in icy sapphire water, so young and carefree
Their screams of innocent laughter are ringing in my ear
I reminisce of my childhood and dream of yesteryear

Of days before computers and the electronic age
Mobile phones weren’t invented, now they are all the rage
Bleep Bleep Bleep oh how irritating, it is a constant noise
But now they are essential to many young girls and boys

Life so full of simple pleasures, wind blowing through my hair
Running round barefooted with kites floating in mid air
Digging spectacular sandcastles with a dramatic moat
Splashing around in the sea together in a tiny little boat

Enjoying a perfect picnic on the golden sand
Getting an ice cream and it melting down my hand
Finding stunning starfish and a pretty pink seashell
Take them into school to display at show and tell

Climbing into craggy rock pools with a fishing net
Falling on the rocks getting clothes soaking wet
Bathing beauties on the beach topping up a tan
Suns rays beating down they wish they had a fan


Written for Vibrant Verse Contest 2 Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.

She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. 
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing

To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.

I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.

Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.

Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night 
You are my queen of the night.

Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |


Barefoot, I want to leisurely walk
Feeling soft sands and pebbles as I stroll
Uncarelessly, nature's wind will blow
Along is my hair that lossened from a bow

Little waves from the sea will wet my feet
Yet, I do not care let it be, let me feel
Spreading and raising both arms open wide
Immensely uniting with the air and sun glow
Closing my eyes and bare my lips though

Blood in my veins run deep warmth 
Air enters freely in my lungs
Swaying lightly my body on left and right
Dancing with nature a sweet flight

I start to sing songs and hum, 
Singing soulfully on top of my lungs
One with awesome nature, not with anyone 
Indeed a wonderful magnificent hang

11:46 am


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

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Haiku Six

Ancient piece of wood
Washed up on secluded beach
Lovers seek it's shelter

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Ocean Dance

Soft sun, dripping through 
the trees, landing on
her smiling face.

Waves made of laughter
crashing down in dreams
lost in the cool light.

Gone are the days of
fanciful sights and gold memories.
Now she has seashell thoughts and
ocean air dreams.

Wind and salt against her skin,
soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet.
Smelling sea breezes calms her mind.
Melodies that the ocean plays just for her,
making her soul dance.

Copyright © Jae Airgead | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |


man we jam 
had some ham
got started 
did we party
 as the boat us old goat
dance side by side 
on this

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans

Copyright © randi west | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.

Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

Little leaves

Little leaves falling down

floating lightly without sound

Keeping in touch with the wind in time

sheltering plants beneath the ground.

Floating slowly as the breeze picks them up

fading away with seasons divine.

Then looking up to the trees so high

little leaves bloom from the branch

to start again with a new season now

as the flowers bloom and keep all sound

the wind  takes control and starts all over again.

Written by:©Betty Bolden


All poems are copyright!©

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The nudist beach

A preconception in my mind
Of a nudist beach in the sun
Men of pervy persuasion 
Roam the sands 
Eyes behind dark glasses
Men with their dangly bits 
A display of exhibitionism?
A desire to be seen?
A legalised flasher with no coat
Or a haven of nature 
Being free

However I was curious 
What would it really be like?
To sunbathe completely starkers 
My bare body blessed by the sun
Ideal content to write about
Or a humorous poem indeed
So I pack up my towel
A thermos of tea, iPod, spare bikini
Just in case I chicken out

As I walk into the car park 
Towards the entrance and the unknown 
My footsteps start to slow
Can I really do this?
Strip off naked and relax 
Bare my boobs and stretch marks 
Not to mention my sensitive bits
I take a deep breath and march in

With body issues my whole life
Ii feel quite sick inside
This is no longer curiosity 
It seems more like therapy
As I walk along a crowded beach
All different kinds of people i see
All with no clothes on
But smiling, happy, carefree

I walk a little further
Find a quiet spot
Lay my town down facing the sun
I sit down and wriggle out of my clothes
Trying to be inconspicuous 
I don't want to be noticed
Maybe I will blend in?
I lay on my towel 
Stiff as a board
Rigid with fear

I still have my sunglasses on
Hiding behind the blackened lens
People walk past
They don't notice me
Because here I'm the same as everyone else
Your status in life not important
Just normal people having fun
A day on the beach like any other
Playing bat and ball
Everything bouncing
They do not care
They are happy and free
Confident and proud 
Happy in the skin they're in

We are all equal
Embracing nature
I start to relax
Stretch marks and flabby bits
All my flaws bared
But suddenly I don't  care 
No one is ogling me 
I am anonymous and I like
No more body issues
Self-hatred and self-harm
No more hang ups
I am free from those chains
Which bound me for many years

No longer do I worry
During the hot long summer months
Finding a quiet spot is always easy
Plenty of room for everyone 
Bathers respecting your space
Too far away to see anything close
Public but still private 

So if nudists are all perverts
Does that make me one too?
I'm just a normal person 
But I love the feeling of being free 
At one with nature 
Like when I was born
No clothes to hinder me
I am now free
Naked and proud

Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015

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pure anticipation haiku

pure anticipation
being just steps from the beach
reward for the wait!

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |


 it was a gas
my mind it last
tho it was in the pass
i still don't regret
you can bet
 as we listen to the beach band
we had

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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Somewhere to be alone

12-18-2012		Somewhere to be Alone
				I noticed your eyes were blank,
                                Different from the windows opened, 
 				The soft breeze blew across the empty room,
				You,like your smile would not move,
				It was as though I wasn't even there,
				Seconds to late I left for home,
				Walking down this road alone,
				Away from a feeling that had gone wrong,
				I hope to be in true love once again,
				With the sand in my hand,hearing the sound of the busy sea,
				The freshness of salty shifting breeze,blowing off my face,
				Shearing softly, tips of crashing waves,mist drops off my nose,
				The flock of seagulls glide as if floating in mid-air,
				Watch the sinking orange sun,turning the page,	
				To another calm passive day, realizing that I can not stay.

Copyright © Ricky Brown | Year Posted 2012

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shrimpburger boardwalk haiku

shrimpburger boardwalk
embracing paradise found
kissing freedom's breeze

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

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Animated freedom

Beach time freedom-
lovers frolic gleefully
on the sandy shore.

Copyright © Jack Eldridge | Year Posted 2015

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Florida Summer

Dizzy from the red cup party.
Walking blocks to the beach.
Ears still ringing and singing songs off key.
Swearing as we held hands and danced 
To the music of the blaring cars that drove by.

We were so young and full of obnoxious witty spirit.
The five of us kicking off our high heels as we left trails of red, 
white and blue clothes tossed over the damp sand.

Warm sea water drowned in our mascara 
as the black X’s washed off the tops of our hands.
Get in! We yelled to the starring boys as they walked by.

Our bare breast as floats as we laid on our backs
to watch the  lively fireworks over our spiraling heads.
The moon lite ocean and five girls splashing their arms.
This is what Florida Summer was made of. 

Copyright © Eve Almonte | Year Posted 2015

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Wishing I Was A Castaway

An ocean that gleams a setting sun Past earths clouds of heaven in twilight Away humanities lights in great boon Away my sorrow Come forth now Milky Way For my head to wrap as eyes to borrow Your luminescent lights That floats away my sorrow On a beach with secluding thoughts In great reflection, I lie on a bank of sand, stretching my arms With hope of no detection

Copyright © Jason Gann | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |


The individual bits are nothing but added together, and the sand stretches on. It feels like fire and it feels warm perfect for your bare legs and not yet enough for your covered arms. The blue bag is tossed aside the ribbon that used to mean something floats, trying to catch your attention; begging you not to give up. But your stare is calm and determined - towards the empty sea surrounded by faded sand trampled by invisible beings -as you get ready to throw the gifted disk, now meaningless, into the empty sea where it will become heavy in another medium surrounded by faded sand trampled by none but you
Bre Varzena - Nov 23, inspired by Eve Roper's oil painting 5

Copyright © Bre Varzena | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dizain | |


ocean - a beautiful naked woman
a pseudo of her makeup
a smile that the soul drank

this indescribable face
these curves endlessly

she give birth the galaxy
she resuscitates the indefinite

is this my destiny
is she my desire

this absolute ecstasy

Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |


 have something to say
do it today
don't hold it in
tell a friend
as you go
let the world know
its for each so teach

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013