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Beach Winter Poems | Beach Poems About Winter

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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


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Beach Wizard

winter beach wizard
sunbathers turned to ice
gulls to puffs of snow


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Silent Wave

A silent wave rushing inside my heart

Your hand leading me so far we won't depart

Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far

Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.


Oh the thrill it was to hear

your voice so silent as I opened up to you

so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart


I was searching for a answer to a question for so long

there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart


Your voice Lord, in ways I never found

a silent whisper so very loud

inside my heart the silent wave replied

to me your love is so divine..


So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind

please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.


Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Classicism | |

Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Caribe Hilton Winter

    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