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Moon Beach Poems | Beach Poems About Moon

These Moon Beach poems are examples of Beach poems about Moon. These are the best examples of Moon Beach poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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.


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


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.


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.