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Ocean Beach Poems | Beach Poems About Ocean

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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Details | Haiku |

crimson tide

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                                    pink gulls of twilight

                                            circle the hidden cove...

                                                    sand between our toes




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Details | Light Poetry |

Moonrise

 A moonrise over the bluff
 the earth is alive
 showing off her beauty in a ray of colors
 As the waves roll in hitting the sandy shore
 there's no place you would rather be
 a perfect moment in a perfect place
 nothing but you & the sea
 & as the 
 earthly winds whisper along your face
 you feel the freedom wash along your feet
 a moonrise captured 
 sitting so high 
 you thank the universe your alive..
 

Inspired by a photo taken at a beach where I grew up.


Details | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


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

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


2.


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.


3.


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.




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.


Details | Blank verse |

THE OLD PIER

The Old Pier  (a picture poem)

beneath the boundary layer of air and sea
twirling vortexes of frenzied waters 
incessantly corrode 
the aging pillars below

the ravaged tired timbers emit 
anguished unholy screeching sounds
as ocean swirls beat non stop in and about
worn out planks attached beneath  
the weathered decking 

the riddled concrete sideling emerges 
perplexed and whistles out its
protestations in echoes heard
across the raging tide.

in the bottoms underflow snail infested 
warped planks buffer incursions of countless 
schools of rabid predators that attack,
conquer, and devour unsuspecting aquatic prey. 

above fishermen pray to the sea gods
to hook their water worn lines and capture
in songs of surrender the call of 
a waiting bucket. 

in timed release, ancient messages splash upon
silicon sharpened shores that resonate the sounds 
of strident hungry seagulls 
rummaging for their next meal.

wave upon wave of scattered foam wash over
brash crayoned streaks of blue and green hews 
that seem to melt across and blend into 
a continuous pallet of assorted colors.

at the same time the formidable forces 
of untamed waters compete 
in their final rush to win 
the race to land's end. 


C.A.K.  2-21-2013


Details | Tanka |

Jaws in real life

Master of the sea
Smells blood from miles away
Swims with dominance
Sharp serrated teeth devours
Naive humans viciously


Details | Couplet |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


Details | Rhyme |

The Deep Ocean Floor

Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend 
And companion next to me. 

From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar. 

Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days 
Near the refuge I called home. 

Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure - 
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises  
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured. 

Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain – 
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name. 

From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile – 
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles. 

She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old – 
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown. 

Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams – 
Including this ocean and Her magical potion 
From now ‘till the end of all things.  

While now here I rest where white waves crest 
Caressing my mind once more – 
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”    


Details | Haiku |

'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.


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