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Beach Poet

Arm over arm, I glide my body through 
warm, glistening water near the beach. No
harm can come here; Sun’s my lucky
charm; my skin and hair are soaking in its glow!

When I go back to my towel, I sink
ten toes into the sand, warm summer bliss.
Then I grab my bag, and I pull out
pen and paper, best tools for a day just like this!

For Rick Parise's Lento Poetry Contest


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beach haiku

Sand laden waves

Pound rich seaweed crusted rocks

Cockles dig deeper


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Summer Haiku


across the seascape
visions infuse with sunlight -
footprints wane in tide 

summer waves roil sand
eroding lines and dunes –
salt water stings wound 

Summer’s orbit ends
fog chills exhaled breath - 
a lone ship calls   
   


Details | Diamante | |

West is the best

California
Sunny, warm 
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City


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Down By The Sea

The heavenly blue of the morning sky is born
adorned with fluffy white clouds that entertains
my mind with pictures that out of the clouds
are torn.

Cool sand upon my feet, where I buried them
from the sun's heat. I take in the smell of the
salty beach, where today I find my retreat.
Creamy colored sand lays wake to the next
rushing turquoise wave, from the sea.

The Seagulls are singing their song, as all the
bronze colored tourist, put their sunblock on.
Vendor's voices echoing in the wind, Hotdogs, 
Cokes and peanuts, were open from 8 til......then
another turquoise wave rolls in, bringing with it the
breeze that drowns out the voices of the vendors again.

Multi-colored towels all lined in a row, like a 
beautiful rainbow laid upon the sand below.
When the day has passed and the sun sinks
below the saw grass. I can't think of a better
place to be, than down by the enchanting sea.


Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


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Summer

Mood light and sunny Ready for some good party Dancing in the heat Nights clammy and wet Watching stars till midnight Love making so fun Days bright and so hot Out is the bikini suit Seas invite me in!


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Central Coast Autumn

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


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On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach


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Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


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Ottawa Beach

Seagulls soar
on a whispering west wind.
Waves flow
onto shoreline of white warm sand
and sandcastles grace the beach.

The sun looks down on its worshipers
from a billowing sky of blue and white.
A butterfly lands
on a wooden chair
and children laugh.

Noisy jet skis
powered by gas and testosterone
cleave the pristine sea,
while sailboats lazily drift
like swans on a rural pond.

On a midsummer day,
we drink in the nectar
of a Lake Michigan beach.


Details | Tanka | |

Sunscreen Within My Reach on the Beach

I love my sunshine. Summer sun rays feel so fine. I get a nice tan just from lying on the beach. I need sunscreen within reach.


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A Diamond Afternoon

Summer Beach

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed by
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks,
my bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.

Bustling mothers 
set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
spilling with  towels
buckets, spades
strewn all around,
a picnic stored 
under an umbrella,
children gathered
skip giddy with glee,
scent of sunscreen 
on lily white limbs.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
chubby faces 
bubbling with desire.
Nimble bodies 
straggle the sand,
wrapped in a world 
of castles and dreams.
They stud  mounds
with pearly shells 
whispering stories
of princes 
and princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tiptoeing warmth
into an icy sea.
Lads
splash and play,
high jumping the waves.
Ball punched into the air,
hands outstretched 
grappling madly,
they plunge
in an explosion 
of salty laughter.

Strolling the tide line,
bare feet on wet sand,
I bask for a moment
beneath a honey sun,
life sparkling
on a diamond afternoon.

MMC © 2011


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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 | Limerick | |

FUN AT THE BEACH

There's a ripped, good looking guy...
gals, don't assume he's quite and shy!
Watch how he models:
he flexes his muscles...
winking at ladies strolling by!


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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


Details | Acrostic | |

Summer - Dorian 42

~Summer~ (Dorian 42) Summer is fun, seasons hot Umm, temperature just soar! Moving 'round, is kind of hard Makes one tired and rains some more End of summer brings next fall Rays from sun most folks adore. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 May.20.2015
"Dorian 42" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson, to honor poetess Dorian Petersen Potter (aka ladydp2000) It is an acrostic style of poem done with a 6 letter word to create 6 lines x 7 syllables thus 42 in all.The 2nd 4th and 6th lines must rhyme.As many verses as you wish with a 6 letter word.


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The Beach

- Summer Daze
Warm sun is shining,
Salt air cleanses my senses…
Counting grains of sand.

- The Coming
Fresh breeze on my face,
Rushing waves breaking over…
Non-descript foot prints.

- Uneasy Perspective
Restless is my soul,
Birds flying to field’s inland…
Storm shutters are closed.

- Awakening
Hazy dreams surface,
Renewal of faith begins…
Take out the garbage.

...(Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring)


Details | Free verse | |

Beach Traffic

The THUNDERING HERD 
of beach goers,
like bison of the hunt.
Echoes of Doppler 
caterwauling down the two lane.
Each one,
dodging, weaving, 
horns blowing,
vie to be first. 

For the Sounds of Summer contest
© Apr 14 2010


Details | Light Poetry | |

BEACH FREAK

when its hot i sweat a lot
ice cream i eat
on the boardwalk i sleep
at the beach
i go under neat
guess youn say am a
BEACK FREAK


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A DAY AT THE BEACH

It's summer, It's hot 
and I'm praying It won't rain
on my way to the beach
riding the F train
I get to Coney Island 
and from the boardwalk I see the sand
looking out towards the ocean
on the beach I now stand

a day at the beach
I can hardly wait
to sit under the rays of the sun
and play in the waves
I lay down my  blanket
and set-up my umbrella stand
I place my cooler of goodies
firmly in that sand
I slather on the sun blocker
for I need protection
I stand at the water's edge
at look down at my reflection

a day at the beach
frolicking in the ocean's waves
a memory form childhood
that I will treasure and save


Details | Ballad | |

A BEACH-GOER DISAPPOINTMENT

Spending an early morning by the iridescent bay,
body delighted by a whipping breeze:
it's humid and hazy under swollen clouds
that foretell an up-coming storm;
on both side of the parkway
cars speed by, and drivers
have no clue that a traffic cop
is scanning it on the radar!
Some may not go far:
there, the flashing lights of the siren;
I am glad that I obey that law,
while some offenders smirk at a fine!

As the wailing wind progresses on,
so does the intensity of the muggy air;
it supposed to be a festy, sunny day
to unwind and enjoy some sun,
but does Nature think that nasty weather is fair
or is it spiteful, unyielding and tricky?

On a rough checker's table made of oak,
I'm writing my observations 
as beach-goers seem to have deserted it;
on a normal day it echoes of music,
of voices so loud and deep!
Now, hungry pigeons and seagulls
feast on wiggling fish,
unmarred by my presence...
that can provoke my appetite,
thinking of a tasteful dish!

Tired of walking the long stretch of beach,
I take off my tinted sunglasses
smudged by dripping sweat;
I'm burning like a lizard in need of relief...
my sunscreen has worn off!
Few more steps, the car door opens:
clothes neatly folded on the back seat,
raindrops hit the windshield as I pick up speed!


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September Beach

I see the waves on the surf and the golden sand. A beautiful day like this is in demand. The breeze blowing in from the sea is cool. I enjoy it since the kids are back in school. The beach is not so crowded today. The summer tourists have gone away. They are living their lives as they have gone home. Today, I have plenty of room to roam. There is bright sunshine and crisp salty air. On the boardwalk, I have much room to spare. I enjoy the beach much more in September. A day like this is what I want to remember.


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Winter on the beach...

Today the beach yeilded giant coccoons and huge mussels
Massive  butterfly coccoons made of fairy-floss sea fibre..
Coccoons of fine silk thread like seaweed spun tumbling 
The shore breathing in and out with the gentle white noise waves
Huge mussells left gaping open marrooned on the wet sand.
A small  playgroup is gathered on a flying kites for morning tea.
The toddlers squealing enthusiastically at the colourful kites
 Yellow red and blue kites rose higher circling towards the sun
Seagulls swarmed near the dog bowl drinking its fresh water
A woman pushing a dog in a pram walked towards the beach
A man pushing a pram with a dog on a lead walked by...
Peering out from his pram was a dog too.."too old" said he.


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.


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Relaxing on the Beach

Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes 
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun 
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.

This sweet mango is such an appetizer 
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast 
With visions of the coming dish, 
The main flavor of the day.


Oh, I like tasty mangoes 
The setting sun, and 
Caribbean beaches.


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POLLUTED BEACH

Discolored ,broken sea-shells
scattered through an unprestine sand,
while those sea-gulls feast on wiggling fish;
remainants of what once was
life tossed ashore:
where the observant
wasn't clement
as if they serve no purpose... 

Polluted beach, where folks bake
confidently in the sizzling heat,
not far from discarded and
stenching beer bottles;
it is the perfect oasis
of a compulsive drunken
who drank excessively
regardless of a ban!
Is he that beach bum who sleeps and eats
in a tent made of different materials like silk?

I gaze around this untidy place,
and to the right a gorgeous town
awakens to sound,stretching out to the busy bay
guarded by a white-wash light-house
as that police helicopter thrusts itself
through a nebulous athmosphere,
hiding from its limited sight
the blinding solar light...   

Yesterday, the gray-winged swans 
bathed in soft-rolling waves;
they jolted when they heard
the children's screams
while the splashing,salt water
got in their excited pupils:
it certainly was
an unexpected surprise...

I imagined to be the boldest captain 
when this harbor brought in ships
for a long stay,giving sailors
a chance to roam in town
to find romance:
until their stamina wore off, 
forgetting about the guilt 
or the vows they solemnly took...  

I greeted the park ranger
with a cordial good-morning,
he responded with warmth;
he carried his wide,green hat
in his right swinging hand 
and gladly smiled while sweat
ran down his shiny,shaved head!
He continued his long walk by scanning
with his vigilant eyes:  everything
from bridges to shore... 

Polluted beach,where I couldn't
lie down and idle away 
my worry-free afternoon;
it's so strange to see weeds grow on it,
and people still spread their long towels
like they had run out of places to tan!
I'll find another beach
cleaner than the one I've seen, 
without the annoying bugs
that make me itch...