Beach Snow Poems | Beach Poems About Snow
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A beach without any water is a desert
Nachos without any cheese is a chip
A ski slope without any snow is a hillside
Me without you is no relationship
A zebra without any stripes is a donkey
A fountain without spray is a statue
Valentines Day without a lover is a bummer
And that’s exactly how I feel without you
Please be the water for my desert
Please be the cheese upon my chip
Please be the snow on my hillside
Please be in my relationship
Please be the stripes on my donkey
Please be the spray for my statue
Please be my lover every single day
Please never let me be without you
(NOTE: This poem was inspired by my 6 year old son. We are going to the beach this week-
end and he asked me, “Will there be water near the beach?” That gave birth to the first line
of this poem, which started my thoughts in motion.)
I’ve seen lightning follow the contour of a hill
Heard the thunder crack and felt the thrill
Seen the rain fall on one side of a street
On the other side I felt the suns warm heat
I’ve sat on a beach where salt and fresh water meet
Where turtles are guarded, protected until breeding’s complete
I’ve seen snow hedge high in a village lane
A snow blower come to ease everyone’s pain
I’ve seen graves carved into mountains of rock
They had been robbed and by that I was shocked
I’ve sat on the beach and watched the sunrise
Seen it go down with bleary tired eyes
I’ve seen Famagusta, where time had stood still
From the sea so blue it gave me a chill
I’ve seen new born lambs frolic in the spring
These I find are a wondrous thing
All this I have been so privileged to see
Maybe not the great wonders but they are to me
By the Seven Wonders of the World I am not intrigued
But by these things my senses are besieged
THE CARIBE HILTON WINTER
I know she squints her eyes from sunlight straight above
as olive hands lay to her skin, as if in love,
just barely to escape the falling snow
she's gone to where the fools and rich all go
and lies out on the beach I'm only dreaming of.
She sips on planters punch, as gulls dip in the sky,
manipulating where their wings would have them fly;
in waltzes of precision, like the snow
they go to where they want their lives to go,
but never have an end, their love can never die.
Is this not Gods caressing--and the earths delinght,
His dressing of the trees in simple black and white?
How could I leave this world my heart must know
to go where only tropic breezes blow,
Though falls the snow from dawn, and through the winters night?
I surely see the snowflakes in the falling snow
each one is different from the ones that wait below,
just as some individual might be
a little strange and different to me,
but each is all the same, except in what we know.
My lady knows the sun will do her spirits good
and if she can be there, then certainly she should!
But as for me, I've chosen not to go--
to love each minute that my heart can know,
and God shows me the snowflakes, not the snow.
And yet, I wonder at her Hilton Get-away,
and dream of sea gulls, loose and in their play,
San Juan's become the place I want to go,
away from cold, away from gathering of snow,
and in her Paradise, she'll welcome me, I know.
© ron arbuthnot aka ron wilson aka vee bdosa