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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.

I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.

When you return your rushing waters swirl 
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you

Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see

The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky 
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye 

Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Giorgio A.V.
3rd

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC 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

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

Details | ABC | |

Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Sea Therapy

Glowing orange, cloud coals burn
reflections into low tide evening surf,
slap lapping against scattered shells,
ripe fruits for hungry sea tramp's picking.
Itinerant thoughts, aimless as seaweed drift,
scatter like bands of sandpiper strays
on endless quest for burrowing crabs.
Peace rolling off the water, a liquid aura,
brings surcease to the day's anxious plight.
Cavorting light rays pirouette in prismatic play,
unfettered children of earth's weary sun
who slips to rest upon night's graying breast.

Carefree scenes surround, seashore treats,
delectable as holiday sweets displayed on Christmas Eve:
ribbon candy colored cabanas,
verdigris beach poles rope garlanded,
soft stained seashell ornament display.
Almost as good as Christmas, this evening on the beach,
stretched out upon the sand
my back against bleached driftwood band.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, January 31, 2016

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic | |

My Time For Peace - INFINITIAN

Sand and blue sea sing to my soul.

Up in the sky the sun smiles.

Now is my time for peace.

Boats drift past the beach

As I drift with

Them till the

Hush of

Eve. 


Written 10/10/15 for the Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

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

Copyright © Christian Childs | 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

Details | Sonnet | |

The Baptism


The Baptism


Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun, where sky and land and ocean meet,

Each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea—
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone—the shore agleam without a flaw—
and I exalted in the holy clime,

as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 


Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015

~9th Place~
Contest: Theme #6 -THE SEA- (OLD & NEW POEMS)
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 01/18/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Patience and Hope

Patience and Hope

Patience rolls in with the tides
And they hope to reach the shore,
The wind will help along the way
And time will bring the roar.
Patience will bring you beauty
And hope will light the sky,
Bury your toes deep in the sand
For a sunrise will never lie.
Hope creates the melody
And patience sings the song,
Let your soul lead you the way
Take a breath and hum along.

Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Peace of Serenity

Oh those peaceful lights
Shinning down on me
Showing me the way
Toward those peaceful days
Filled with my serenity.
Shinning forever, Always
So bright guiding my soul
With only your lights, seeing
Me safely through all of these 
Cold and dark nights
All of those wasted days
I've spent all alone
You'd ease away all
My worries when you are
Showing me the way
i need to go To my home.

Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

A Rhythm To Bali Beach a collab

A rhythm to Bali beach

Amidst the memory splendor
Spashy beauty of your image
Keep us sane
We sing....

Cherishing your embellishment
Gulping in the glory 
You left
We sing...

Covered in precious love that drips 
Continuous passion
I kiss
We sing

A Long awaited candlelight 
Lights our darkness
We love 
We sing

By Sukmawati Komala & Michael

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.

Copyright © yesica lantigua | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Serenity Beach

Mystic beauty of the sky,
high above the eagle cries.
Tranquil sands beneath my feet,
reminding me of nature's peace.
Blending beauty all in one,
with silent moments under the sun. 
The silence of Serenity Beach,
and calmness of the open sea,
whispers from the solem breeze.
Breathing in the salty air,
the wind brushes through my hair.
With tranquil moments under the sun,
soon this day is over and done.
Waves in tune with melodies,
and peacefulness surrounding me.

Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

riding the waves and forgetting

riding the waves and forgetting
erasing the thought of time from my mind
becoming one with nothingness and it delight
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
being taught that i am not the only one
becoming even more schooled of the many facets of relaxation
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
looking forward to forward looking
becoming content with the clear definition of Me
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
finding the true meaning of blissful serenity
uncovering the secret to the marine vibrations of divinity
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
clearing my head of any dark, dreary thoughts
removing the blanket that i allowed to blockade my every view for way too long
God is here....wading in the water with me....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

Beach Day~ (haiku)

Cool quenching water
Relaxed floating I lay calm
Hear the sea echo

Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

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

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 | |

fishing boat sunrise haiku

fishing boat sunrise
viewed from an oceanfront deck
is just where it's at!

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Camping On The Beach

The fire flickers with coastal breeze
Illuminating sand
The orange sun is setting slow
Where swaying palm trees stand

The crashing of the ocean surf
Helps calm the rabid soul
Close your eyes and smell the air
Nirvanas cup is full

The seagulls call has been detained
She's sitting in her nest
Waiting for the rising sun
With babies at her breast

As darkness falls, the air is calm
The ocean sings along
Lulling me into a trance
It's like a sirens song

I lay back on the sandy beach
The stars are shining bright
And smile in my slumber
'Cause there's peace on Earth tonight


Rockman  :-)

Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Flip Flops

Flip flops slip off slowly 
My barefoot touches the warm sand
Cold waves crash against my body
I feel the hot sun on my legs
Smell of salt water is in the air
The ocean breeze lightly blows through my hair

Seashells sparkle covering the ocean floor
Tiny pepples hiding in the sand shine through
Sand shimmers in the sunlight
Waves crashing gently against the rocks
Suntan oil feels of silk,  smells of coconut

flip flops, beach towels, sand castles, suntan oil, 
sunglasses, beach balls, body boards, iced tea,
barefoot, straw hats, beach chair, umbrella, 
volleyball, ice chest, margaritas, jimmy buffet,
the beach boys, boardwalk, lifeguard

sand, waves, seashells, rocks, sun, ocean, 
hermit crabs, abalone shell, sea otters, whales,
dolphins, starfish, shark, sailboats, surfers,
cruise ships, fishing boats, scuba diving, wind
surfing, seagulls, high tide, sunset
 

Copyright © Lisa Kelso | Year Posted 2007

Details | Haiku | |

Coastal Sunset --- Haiku

coastal sunset -
dropping into the sea also
the juggler's ball



Written February 23rd, 2016
For the What Goes Up, Must Come Down Contest hosted by Catie Lindsey

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

fishing pier moonlight haiku

fishing pier moonlight
in a trance with my baby
not wanting to leave

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Water

The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.

Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

On a rocky beach

Near the silent shore
Bright fish break through the surface...
Small waves touch the shore

Copyright © jeanine dejesus | Year Posted 2007

Details | Haiku | |

beach chair peace haiku

in my beach chair peace
listening to john lennon
giving Peace a Chance

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

body board shuffle haiku

body board shuffle
the water so inviting
the feeling....serene

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

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, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013