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Details | Free verse | |

Luna's Light

A silver path shimmers
Across the sea and leads
To you lovely Luna lady,
Clustered by Cumulus clouds
And embraced by an indigo sky,
Enchantment emanates
From your glowing eye.

Lovers wrapped in moonbeams
Reflected by the sandy shore
Share kisses in silhouette shadows
In the magic of your rising,
In the soft music of the waves,
In the beating of passionate hearts.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

Summer Moon


summer night
the full moon floats
on silver waves

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

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

Details | Alliteration | |

Ocean Dreams

Seagulls chortle on seaside,
while families float like feathers
upon silky sand.

Ocean releases heavy blue
upon captivating curves of coastline. 
Mist rises.

Golden sun glows. 
Tides stretch white tipped branches,
wearing ornaments of light.

Wild waves weave together 
like wishful lovers.
Unity understood is powerful. 
.
Floating logs are nature's love letters
of proud timber
lost to technology, time or storm.

Sailboats slide over swells,
for they are ocean's tipping hats
to solitude and soul.

Sunset seeps like molten lava,
melting into midnight blues.
Restless colors reach as day's final rays.

Full moon beats as a pearl heart
against night's lungs.
Stars flutter as butterflies above soft sea.

A sigh drifts by as a simple cloud.
Lighthouses glint and gleam,
through gentle winds.

June 10th 2007

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose | |

DREAMER

Call me a DREAMER call me an IDEALIST.  I want mass appeal.  
I am a dreamer. As I think, my muse are heavy unclear weary, 
I fall asleep MY dreams are plenty starlit glistening seeming VIVID.
My Contemplation DEEP near daunting. I seek the best of BOUNTIES
steep, until I wake to count the trophies that I keep.

I refrain from CONSCIOUS tidings or else be accused of SHEEPLESS 
SLEEP and JADED SCHEMES.
I am a dreamer listening to the pattering raindrops as I sleep I dream of 
PEACH ORCHIDS and fields of VIOLET blades of GRASS.  I dream of 
PLATINUM sashes ample sample stashes of CHOCOLATE CANDY CANES
and tasty CARAMEL TREATS.  I seek the finest shores  Of the planet 
UNTOUCHED islands GALORE. 

 I dream of IMMEASURABLE measures of TREASURE TROVES and other 
Mundane riches never told, warm paradises spectacular surprises.  I am the 
Keeper of my dreams. I am a dreamer of RASPBERRY kisses and 
PURPLE PASSIONED WISHES.  I dream of AWARDS copious applause.

Now I stepped through the TEMPEST  deliberately avoiding cool finished rain
Puddling gleaming loitering as an idled while.
And I lull my unstill body back to sleep which was RAISED from the QUIET 
DEEP of fabled eclipsed MOONS  so long ago that set us free.



Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

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

Details | Rhyme | |

Waiting for the sunrise


Waiting for the Sunrise

Mystery lies in the grains of sand
As they are washed upon the shore,
Life’s hourglass has turned the page
And the sun goes down once more.
I count the waves with Father Time
As we swap stories in the night,
We talk about the things to come
While looking for the morning light.
My mind went drifting off into space
When the moon told me his sorrow,
He sees the pain around the world
And prays we see tomorrow.
I saw a glimpse of Mother Nature
As a sea turtle surfed the tide,
Her soul was there to remind me
That life is a wonderful ride.
The eastern sky is about to break
And the horizon looks like gold,
So much power in the sunrise
Pure beauty waiting to unfold.

Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Africa Ocean Moon


                        Blue waves bursting

                       Tropical musical storms

                            Dusky milky ball




                                     Shane Cogan April 2015

Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

MOON WAVE

MOON WAVE

Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
High was the crest as it arced and fell free,
from the chilled night sky and onto the dune.
The sand danced ribbons across the shore, 
it caught it's breath in the eye of a wave. 
Then it rolled and thundered its silken score, 
and dug a dune song in carving the cave. 
From out of the dark and damp of the hole, 
to slip past the shells and pools from the tide. 
It oozed in white foam to swallow the knoll,
then pulled by the moon to start a new ride.
Full Moon in the night, it prowls like a cat,
to stalk the next swell, give rise, and fall flat.

By Edlynn Nau
© May 28, 2016 

For the Contest: Pin A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson 
Placement: 5th 

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Memories of Mother Mermaid

Slipping sunset smoldering as descending smoke 
while I steer our memory ship upon freckled sea.

Summer waves burst upon the bosom bow as liquid 
bouquets releasing pale petals that kiss my cheek.

I clasp onto crashing ocean, reaching for childhood 
and feel my mother's hair in the midst of silky seaweed. 

My fingers waltz along the wooden hull which 
enlightens me how buildings and boats live beyond us.

Crescent moon carves through night's curtains, and
fish weave through waves like endless thoughts.

Standing at stern, I smile at golden regeneration, 
for this veil of light connects generations of life.

Ghosts of my mother's mermaid ballet brim alive from
bubbling clouds, searing seagulls and wild winds.

She twirls and swirls once again upon lapis sky and sea,
receiving cheers from captains and clapping clouds.

Gracing back onto land, slippery sand slides around me
as nature's crusty shawl and my mother's embrace.

Alone, I stand silent with my mind as a haunted storm
and my heart, now sunset, slips into the sea of my soul.

July 19th 2008

Sponsor: A Poet Destroyer
Contest: 101 in a ROW contest--4

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Moon O'er Normandy Beach

An eerie calm settled o'er Normandy Beach that solemn summer's night.
The debris of battle was strewn 'neath the full moon's silvered light.
The tide cleansed the beach of the blood of men who were in the fore;
Brave men who'd faced the hell of war on that ravaged Norman shore!

Those who gave their all, lay awaiting removal from that embattled strand.
With lifeless eyes and boots pointed t'ward the stars, they slept upon the sand.
Fathers, brothers, sons and husbands slain during the conflict's ebb and flow,
By the inexorable Scythe of Death in the battles of Pointe du Hoc and St. Lo!

What might these heroes have become if fate had not dealt them so?
A teacher, farmer, doctor, a minister?  Alas, we shall never know!
They left farm, shop, school and hearth to cross the billowing sea,
And forfeited life on the Altar of Honor that others might live free!

The moonlight revealed treasured items strewn about on the ravaged beach.
Final letters to loved ones lay fluttering in the breeze, now beyond their reach.
There were wallets with photos of wives and children who are left to grieve.
Only the memory of his close embrace will their empty hearts now ever cleave!

Toothbrushes, razors, bloody shoes and socks were gathered by grieving mates,
As they tenderly cared for fallen brothers who've gained the Pearly Gates. 
The moon glowed brightly that night o'er Normandy Beach as it paused on high,
To caress the cheeks of brave men as it passed on its eternal bourne in the sky!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose | |

Gravity

I lay awake at night, in the shadow of your dreams and wonder if your heart beats
 in the same cadence as it did before. I grip the thoughts between fingers of historic 
misuse, and hold as tightly as these shaken bones allow. I never wanted to be 
condemned, but your wake pours over this frothy soul, and fills me with a need that
 I have yet to fully understand. You are the gravity of my moon, sending brilliant surges
 to a once empty and fruitless beach. I can feel your pulse, your warm and resounding 
posture. It quakes within, and through my eyes, I cannot blink you away. This vision, 
this novel and volatile perspective is the catalyst for the fury that I thought was lost. 
Tonight, I pray your dreams shine alongside the stars I've seen in your eyes.
 I hope your heart beats to the same song that crashes through me. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rispetto | |

Beach of Despair

The darkness of the night and the depths inside Is clipped by the glare of the soulless dim moon Slicing through the water, breaking off the tide A black crow belts his caw making one to swoon There’s a straw house, quite decrepit and lonely No light strays inside this house which is empty The beach of despair carries many footsteps With all seeming to end nowhere, no free steps
Russell Sivey Contest: razor sharp Sponsor: Nathan A. 6/26/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Sands of Rhyme

Twilight, and the Moon-lit waves
Tranquilly crashing upon the shore
A draught of drink is all I crave,
My sordid Past... all I deplore

Do come to me, for I am the Beach,
Please quench your thirst; drink dry my sands
My ambitions seem far out of reach
As I write my life with pain-stricken hands

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

Up Late

up late 
coffee cold
brisk ocean wind
watching the moon
watching me

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Seaside Reflections

Written in '85 when I was 14

It is early, and to the East I see the night
being softly shed from the earth.
The moon is barely visible through the morning clouds,
like a feather resting peacefully in a nest of cotton.
The sun’s rays flow softly across the sleeping earth,
waking the silver linings of the clouds.
They show brightly now like the gold rim
on the fine china on my grandmother’s shelf.

As I walked silently across the beaches
the cold, crisp water grasped my ankles
and then quickly ebbed into the ocean.
I say nothing so as not to ruin
the splendid beauty of God’s creation.
Instead I lay back in the cool, damp sand
and dream silly dreams of the princess
who was taken captive in the beautiful castle
I built yesterday in the sand.
And consider how man’s creation was slowly
given back to the earth.

The air is no longer quiet but filled with love 
and laughter from the children down the way and
from the small fishing boats leaving the harbor
to cast their traps.
I laid back in the sand to think,
and soon sleep takes me over
like total darkness to a small lonely candle.

When I awoke, the boats were heading home,
and the sun – tired of holding itself up –
fell reluctantly behind the horizon.

In the dusk of a once beautiful day,
I walk slowly home through the shallow water
near the beach and think to myself,

“Today was a good day. God must be proud.”

Copyright © Brian Dempsey | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick | |

Lunar-rick

Tonight, I view the lovely full moon,
near the ocean on a lonely sand dune,
with memories of my only true love,
who is watching me from far above.
My only solace is a haunting tune.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Moon And Ocean

Moon looks down upon us from so high in the unending sky, the sky so deep in color.

Moon says when the fun begins, when we can come out, along with the soft warm breeze,
Of Summer time.

Moon guides us along our nightly journey.

Our journeys to big, Red Flower parties.
To, kisses of love in the sky parties.
Along with our parties, to his true love.
She waves to him, showing her love, as she crashes against the shore, speaking to him.

Ocean sings to him, 
While Moon paints pictures for her in the sky.

The love is an impossible love, but they did the impossible.
More impossible than Romeo and Juliet.
More than a princess and a farm boy.
They did it.

The saying is, distance makes the heart grow stronger.
Now we know why Ocean is more talkative at night,
Her true love is just over her.
After years and years, they’ve talked, shared secrets.
Stories about the creatures that roam on her shore.
Or the creatures that talk about the sky being beautiful with the pictures in the stars.


We are proud to announce the marriage of,
Mr. Moon, and Mrs. Ocean.

And they live happily ever after.

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Honey Moon

Oh, honey moon
dripping light
into the sea--

crashing on the shore
and washing over me.

Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism | |

Blanketed in stars

Walking on the beach at sunset
Glistening in the moons glow
The sands so soft beneath my feet
Exfoliating my soul

My heart is skipping beats 
As you look into my eyes
You pull me oh so close
To lay a kiss upon my cheek

No one else around us
Just the gentle waves of the sea
Crashing up upon the shore
Pushing forward than letting go

Listening to the sounds of your heart
As I lay upon your chest
Watching it rise and fall
As you take each and every breath

Wishing on every star I see
Up in this heavenly night time sky
Thanking God my Lord above
He blessed me with such a loving guy

Praying for this night to go slow
For I never want it to end
Just you and me, the moon, the sea
On this beautiful romantic beach

Our own little tropical island
Away from the rest of the world
Where we can be together forever
Underneath a blanket of stars

Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Lovelight

I fell in love by the sea 
My heart was swept away
Only to be set free

Riding waves
And raging torrents
Funny how life behaves

Caught in a net of wonder
I search the stars 
And my heart grows fonder

You kissed me in the moonlight
You held me close
Our love illuminated by starlight.

Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's Soul

Nature’s Soul

The smell of the salty air and the sound of seagulls tell me that I am home. My brothers wave to me as they roll into shore. My sisters walk with me and hug my soul with every step I take. I love to see my cousins twinkle in the nightly sky. I gaze into Mother Nature’s beauty as she welcomes my soul home with open arms while a calm breeze plays nature’s song. I am surrounded by peace as Father Time play chess with the moon.

Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Full Moon Beach

The pale lace of ocean foam
Breathes on moonlight shore,
Pearl clouds like soft dice are cast
On night sky’s black floor.

Wind rustles and bends the palms
To sea’s lullabies—
Night birds cry out like children
As summer now dies.

Yet, here summer never parts—
Always lingers green—
The smell of ripe mangoes stay—
Sunsets are gold sheen.

We linger still in unreal
Worlds and hesitate—
Seasons call us back somehow
To fulfill our fate.

Ocean moon is full this night—
We heed the call of waves—
Water brings us back to life—
The earth shall mark our graves.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse | |

Is It Just Me

The Ocean laughs and cries
Through day and nights
Like  my face blooms in happiness
And covers with clouds like moon in sadness

When waves smash my ambition  shores
The heavy tears falls to the floor
I wake  with hope with the rising sun
One day in horizon like stars to shine.

With  happiness and sorrow of the ocean
 My emotions tide rises and falls
Searching the path in moon light
In the night of sorrow to see the light.

Copyright © Venkatesh Raghava | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry | |

MOON LIGHT AND BEACH

 its summer breeds
am at ease
when I talk and walk
when it a  summer nights
we each 
love  the
BEACH AND MOONLIGHT

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

moo not moon

Question not the wisdom of nine balls of socks whilst there is a Winding road. It takes a colourfully dressed cosmetically enhanced cow to chew throughout the year. Very clever too. One might also like to say that when the cow is passing it is wise never to call out cow. Instead shout hello heifer in a very happy and cheerful voice. To create the angle is to shape corners. And tarnished tinkers can talk to traders. So beware when chatting with nomads as charts can alter as paths fade but ground is often an equal course if glancing at sky patterns. Glowing going gone. Not a word from the makers. But hesitant are those mighty fins who wobble in their fish bowls. Did that Rhino sing? Great. Wondrously. Wow. Z pharmaceutical z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016