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Beach Rain Poems | Beach Poems About Rain

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Details | Narrative | |

SOUNDS OF THE WEATHER BY THE BEACH

                                         


                                         The rush of swish against the shoreline
                                             The wind blowing swift by is a sign
                                     A storm a brewing, clattering, and shattering
                                       The thunder clapping a great sky battering
                                                  The waves swoosh higher up
                                           As you can get this sound like in a cup
                                               But more so just cover your hand
                                       Now the feeling of grit giving sound to sand
                                              Whoosh! the wind takes your hair
                                        It is fear-est when water spit as it declare
                                        War on your skin, with vibration that pings
                                        And the silence of slow blowing wind sings


Details | Ballad | |

CHILLING WITH RAIN

Chill by beach of Pitas. 
Rain comes in a heavy task. 
Return home to a break. 
Another night to medicate tired. 
Thanks Allah we intend. 
Well-intentioned we are blessed. 
Preach in the village of Rungus. 
The Maulud rejoiced.
Kota Marudu we go.
Still raining until while ago!



Kota Kinabalu
21 Jan 2014


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.





Details | Haiku | |

Central Coast Autumn

I miss Fall colors.
Monterey's only seasons:
Foggy and rainy.


Details | Haiku | |

Life's Tempest

Ashen grays abound Life's shores await their tempest Time begins to shift .


Details | Rhyme | |

love's drowning

over waves of the sounds from the glass of the sea
comes a shreak that dispersed on a night that was cursed
and flys cold with a chill; it lands squarely on me
my eyes did turn quick and wonder about
crystal pale blue was the scenes only hue
hand to my head, filled now with doubt
but was there distress on that morn i awoke?
with the sands at my feet; on an air crisp with sleet
as the autumn sun's light had not yet full broke
the question that's posed in these ramblings you'll see
for she lay down beside during moonlight's high tide
why that night my love left, n'er a word spoke to me?


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.



Details | Rhyme | |

A Rainy Day In Madrid

There came a rain that drove away
the day and the sun hid and quieted
the sound of people along the beach in
Madrid.

Only the seashells played in the sand and
small seagulls drilled for their food as the
sound of the crashing waves created it's
own music, like nature's own band.

All the foot prints along the morning's shore
erased away by the rain as though no one
had ever been there before.

It's amazing how the landscape resets it's 
optical view and tomorrow when the sun
shines, it will all be like new.


Details | Acrostic | |

Day at the beach turns to rain

B asking in the morning sun,
E njoying that the school years done,
A bsorbing the vast, crystal, blue sky,
C leansing water from the ocean rushes by,
H anging on to every sound,
B orrowing in the sand that’s all around,
L uscious strawberry’s, grapes and a peach,
A n astounding day at the beach,
K indly I help put lotion on a woman’s back,
E ven on the beach my manors are still intact,
T hen suddenly dark clouds quickly move in,
B efore I make it to the board walk the rain begins,
I  do not seem to even mind,
N othing is better than a shower, in this heat, at this time,
G oing towards the car I start to dance,
O verwhelmed with joy, I continue with a pitter-patter prance.

By: Sabina Nicole


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.


Details | Haiku | |

fun at the beach despite a rainy day haiku

the rain hits the sand
my feet still hit the water
i cannot be stopped