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Details | Tanka | |


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

Details | Narrative | |

A Walk on the Beach

Morning breaks in cheerful warm brilliance,
pale sapphire sky pristine.
Grey-white gulls glide vociferously above
in search of firma bound fare.
Reflections of Sol’s arms vault from the sea,
smooth but for zephyr stroked folds;
pure, sugar white sand kissed softly
by persistent waves subtle roll.
Soft ghosts of tepid breeze course random,
sensually caressing what be;
long thin-bladed grasses sway lightly
in synchrony and shameless delight.

With bonnet in hand an aged woman strolls 
beside the vast Gulf of blue; 
damp, firm sand squeaks soothingly
against the soles of her tired bare feet.
Her large eyes of brown focus ahead,
bear no witness to her days and shine;
fine flowing hair of luminous white 
draped over shoulders so slight.
A pause, though brief, in quiet reflection,
her gaze upon the distant view
and mind in stoic reminiscence
of past friends and loves and wonder.

His strong arms hold her close tightly,
warmth of body and soul unite,
while gaiety in unbound laughter
disclose love once again renewed.
A tender brush of hand upon cheek
raises fiery passion in both,
as excited young eyes meet in ardor
essence link in eternal embrace.
One warm briny tear born of these thoughts
streams slowly down her cheek,
she slowly walks on as sand squeaks soothingly
against the soles of her tired bare feet.

Copyright © Michael Santner

Details | Narrative | |

Today at the beach

Waves crash down on the rocks reducing them to sand
Then sweeps them away to some far off land
The wave roll in covering my feet in sand
In the concept of time I wonder just who I am?

I gaze before me the vastness of the sea
Represents all the possibilities inside of me
I can’t think of any place I would rather be
I have trouble describing there’s so much to see.

I walk out to the rocks to find some treasure
I find many starfish much to my pleasure
It seems that the only way to go is up
So I step up and take a drink from life’s cup.

Peace and tranquility fill me inside 
While the waves provide a pretty good ride
The water is cool and so refreshing
 All of the pieces seem to be meshing.

A seagull in the water and gets hit by a wave
I dawn a smile and feel I am saved
I like how the sky melts into the sea
Over the horizon sounds like the place to be.

The adventure I’m on may never be through
Sometimes I’m not sure what I should do
I just press on and see what shall become
I like what I see so I try to grab some.

Copyright © Mark Russell

Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Rhyme | |

Monarch of the Beach

it laid so softly on its powdered side
amongst a million(tomb)stones
a splash of wing-orange and black
shore winds wished to give it back 
to the white roses and sapphired sun
that swirled the garden sky-

but it was forever dead
its soul having fled
its cage of silk and bone
i whispered a simple prayer
( a childish thing to do)...
to a god who may not have cared.
then glanced about to make sure
that we were alone...

I was honored to witness
this graceful demise of a monarch
that flew straight into stone
turned me back into a heart
forever flitting about,
the wind blown shores of life-

Copyright © Anthony Slausen

Details | Free verse | |


I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

Copyright © Andrew Shannon

Details | Free verse | |


Clocks in the house were all but removed 
I chose utter quietude over malicious ticks and tocks.
Adhering to schedules was reliant on the angles of the sun,
and the sandy family hourglass artifact sitting by the side 
of me at my station, every hour on the hour reminding, and
I myself being ready to flip.  This was how not to live 
as a farmer and still be a slave to the working of grains. 
The sanctity of my spinning room was also my prison for
 forty hours every week, and a third of my adult life. 
Pressing down on the pedal below to see the top half rotate
and as my world turns I sometimes get approached. 
With significant fibers, their casual orders are mine for marching,
working that spindle to the satisfaction of the customer,
as was every occasion but my last one, the best one, the only one 
that I'll remember as special, delivering my soul from boredom.
My only daughter, sweet thing, no siblings to rival with
unless a naked, well tattered doll counts. She took it on adventures 
to the moon while I couldn't see my child, my savior expanding horizons.
It was silly not to see her blowing about carefree as the wind that day
without concerns over food and shelter all she desired was the deepest 
one of all.  She was sleeping on desires with every chance to dream for her 
best friend a modest cape for him to fly. Deep inside I knew her spirits 
and that doll would ride the same breeze but I had to say no for the silk 
was not mine. The customer was always right until the next day 
when I stepped out to the corner store for the bite of a sour apple, 
returning to an open door the hourglass was broken and my spindle bare. 
The world had stopped spinning, time had stopped existing… so long 
comfortable rut. Mortified for a brevity, just when I thought worlds 
couldn't change, mine had with the crashing of an antique. The glass 
littered beach on the floor was proof of that. The spindle was stripped of 
its importance and all of a sudden it hit me fast, so fast I smiled.
My daughter was no devil and yet she was the culprit stealing
my heart before and a cape now but it was okay,
just this once, to have a family legacy mocked
for the prosperity of a child's imagination. 
Seeing them fly in the backyard I dripped gentle
waves from tear ducts upon that glass scattered beach    
secretly grateful, values in my life were restored. 

Copyright © karl marszalowicz

Details | Rhyme | |

Private Beach

It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind

But I’ve got a bucket 
Full of private 
That I’m willing to 

I’ll offer it freely
By the cup

Private sand 
From a private 

Composed of blistered
Lots of 
Bad luck

And I wouldn’t think
Of charging
For my private

As long as you love 
As long as you

That a day will come
When my sand becomes

Than a bucket of
A bucket of

Look out toward the sea
My love
The waves foam in mad

Look into my eyes
My twin
And know you are

Just a man 
A bucket
And some 
Private sand
A man 
And his 
Full of
Crazy plans

It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind

But I’ve got an ocean
Of private 
That I’m willing to 

Run across the beach 
Let me wrestle you to the ground

Kiss you forever
Thank God
For what I’ve found

A lover
Willing to share
Believe in her

My bucket
My single


Copyright © Catman Cohen

Details | Haiku | |

'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen

Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt

Details | Haiku | |


                                            glowing moon paints night 
                                        dimming golden light on beach
                                                sounds of hot music

                                             warm hearts and bodies
                                           dance with diamond kisses
                                            show rhythm step by step

                                            some one plays own game
                                            a few talk with each other
                                              keeping beach style on

Copyright © BL Devnath

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

Details | Kimo | |

At The Beach

The polished shard of glass, makes me ponder about distant foreign shores and who broke the bottle.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

Details | Rhyme | |


The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
To the bottomless sea.


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, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Verse | |

Beach Walks

A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea,
I wandered here along the shore,
A-dreaming all the things to be,
When life was still a mystery,
Each day something new to explore.
A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea,
But now with you I share my shore,
In realms of love, of you to me,
And so I know my destiny,
Like all the days I knew before.
A child I was and nothing more,
When first I gazed upon the sea.

Form: Rondel Prime

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer

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,

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.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Rhyme | |

Beach Walk

Out on the shores,
So cold and still,
She beckons for
Her void to fill

Her lonely beach
Waits for my feet,
Her empty skies,
My eyes to see

Through wisps of wind,
She calls my name;
She takes my sins
And kills my pain

And in this place
I am content – 
On sun soaked sand
My soul finds rest.

Copyright © Nick Ruff

Details | Free verse | |

Beach Walkers

Retreat into the shimmering sand,
with bare feet just drifting along.
Contemplating the waves, the wind
and the voices, follow them all.

Try not to think as you breath,
let go of that endless refrain.
Deconstructing the ways, the pain
and the choices, let go of them all.

Silhouettes like ghosts straight ahead,
and sea gulls that open their shells.
The salty sensations, the distant
reflections, crossing over the wall.

Beach walkers stalking the day,
reconnecting the roots to their core,
The eternal foundation, and love’s 
constellation, take care of us all.

Copyright © James Fredholm

Details | Free verse | |

Hollywood Beach Gulls

Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we  had a dream to give to them
or sang a song they might have understood.

There in their shrilled descent they had such grace
my heart lept to an all time vibrant shrill
and wondered just how far their wings could fly
if only words of love could let us soar.

But words of love are only past regrets
of humping on the beach for me and you
after the gulls have found their nesting place
and making it on their own. Will I die
another death without the touch of you?

That bastard seagull. Wasn't he the shame
of Hollywood Beach that sunny afternoon
we met and we made love for real?
Not in St Johns
where I lived a mile from you
But in Hollywood Beach
where a drunk can be a drunk
but in goodf company
But we were just too drunk to remember,
like everyone else on the beach
all of us down from the great St Johns Blizzard,
doing what Canadians do best
staying drunk long enough to forget it all
when we got back home.
But in St Johns, we had the bitter cold as an excuse
for being drunk all of the time.

On Hollywood Beach, the gulls all knew
We didn't need an excuse,
we just did it.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Poets' Day, At The Beach ... '

The  Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued

And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot

Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …

Copyright © MoonBee Canady

Details | Rhyme | |

An Hour at the Beach

Driftwood benches stretch along the shoreline as far as the eye can see

While purple and green kelp stain the wet sand like messy 
brush strokes a child would make

Amongst the rocks and tide pools, a myriad of sea life abounds

Tiny bullheads zip and dart around, miniature crabs scatter along the bottom

Flowing yellow and orange anomies tease and tempt with their 
elegant fingers with the changing flow

Seabirds dive and wheel on invisible currents for play and position

Every so often a cormorant will pitch and dive straight in, with the precision of an 
Olympic diver, deep in search of an afternoon snack

A small tugboat slides along the pale horizon in silhouette, 
pulling its load westward against the tide

The late afternoon sun sparkles off the waves as twin otters 
submerge and amuse themselves amongst the ripples

As I sit on the sand with my back to the 
tall grass and conifer trees

Watching all the life and movement I am struck with a sense of awe

All in all, this is meant for me, for us, for everyone 
and yet only I am here to see

To see life at a different speed in a different way

As it was meant to be

Copyright © Christian Collins

Details | Rhyme | |

The Beach

Ocean my best friend.
With a broken heart  i return to 
you trying to mend.

Couple of drinks out in the sun.
Drunken bliss underneath a umbrella.
what the the prety young things run.

Sure im a bum what can i say.
But in the pressense  of prefection.
Yes i can think of worse ways to spend the day.

lovers will break you.
The emotions like a rip current will take you.
But in its crashing ways I confide.
How sweet would be the moment with you by my side.

I drink looking acroos the unending view.
Lean apon it's sandy shoulder and question
what shall i do.

Fools search for the tressure that is above the ground.
I speak to you stil.
For even alone you are here.

By a fire I see lovers pass.
And i recall with fond reflection.
Her wicked passion and  desire with a touch of sas.

alone i sit drink in hand.
feeling everything so deeply.
Emotions mixed with fragments of sand.

No matter are failures still we must reach.
For that spcial someone.
As i sit lost and broken reflecting apon the beach.

Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo

Details | Light Poetry | |

On the beach

From all over they coming
See them parking every where
All kinds of food they bringing
Rum, sweet drinks and cold beer

See them on the beach walking
Under the Trinidad sun
And when you hear them talking
Its trini people having fun

See them in the sea bathing
Salt water in their hair
Some by the coconut tree drinking
All around a friendly atmosphere

And though they don’t know each other
They all has a positive attitude
Trinidadians are free sprit people
They are always in a happy mood

In beaches all around the country
This is the scene everywhere
Trinidad people like their beach lime
They coming from far and near

Shirley in the front seat eating
Chicken pelau and potato salad
Rianna making mango chow
That girl like her pepper to bad

Riad get drunk in a party last night
Now he drinking coconut water
Roger tells him “boy drinks some carib
If you want to recover

And with the trade winds blowing
Dry coconut falling on the ground
And you hear all kind of music playing
Soca, chutney, and Indian song

A woman Curry Duck cooking on a fire
Gosh it smelling good from over here
She takes out some in a plate and calls me
Trinidad people like to share

Chacachacare, Chaguaramas, Chagville
Blanchisseuse, Las Cuevas, Maracas Bay
Quinam, Cedros, Manzanilla,mayaro
Just a few beaches, people go to everyday

Trinidad and Tobago is a paradise
With the most friendly people in the world
The islands of the caribs and the arawaks
Of which lots of stories have been told

Some welcome all you visitors
And enjoy the mysteries of the islands
It’s the country I was born in
And I’m proud to be a Trinidadian

Copyright © kasim ishmael

Details | Lyric | |

Beach Blues

I came to the beach, for a little sunshine
I came to the beach, for a little sunshine
But you slunk through the shadows, and into my mind

I look out to sea, to try and find peace
I look out to sea, to try and find peace
But I’m still tethered to you, like a mutt on a leash

Memories of us, erupt like ‘bing’ hits
Memories of us, erupt like ‘bing’ hits
I want to forget, our beach wedding bliss

So I lie on my back, and stare up at the sky
So I lie on my back, and stare up at the sky
Detesting you, and your new Barbie wife

Knots of you form, inside of my stomach
Knots of you form, inside of my stomach
I try to undo them, but my fortitude plummets

I hope that in time, I’ll be able to swim
I hope that in time, I’ll be able to swim
And my memories of you, will pour from my limbs

***based on typical blues music, where the first line is repeated and the third line is a "holler"/answer (rhyme scheme AAB)

Copyright © Black Eyed Susan

Details | Verse | |

forever on my beach

in my mind I'm in Mexico
my feet propped on my wall
push the little piece of lime
down into my Pacifico
contemplating, resurrecting
the way it all turns out
burying ghosts,faceless hosts
those things that plague me most

why is it that I find myself
but it doesn't last that long
pack my bags, heading back
while the CD plays that song
maybe I should move there
stay forever on my beach
without cell phone calls
or worries to befall
just live my days in peace

Copyright © J B

Details | Classicism | |

moonless beach

holding what the twilight brings
sleepless nights, empty dreams
close my eyes, visions creep
passion ebbed, moonless beach

Copyright © J B

Details | Ballad | |


Where do you belong? 
Alone on a windswept beach? 

Everything I gave 
Everything I taught 
Nothing to save 
All came to nought 

Alone on a windswept beach 
These grey clouds flying by 
Nothing more to teach 
Hear the wind sigh 

Alone on a windswept beach 
Where do you belong? 
These things I cannot teach 

For the wind swept me away 
These grey clouds flying by 
Sometimes this is the way 
Hear the wind sigh 

Wind song 
These grey clouds passing me by 
I am feeling strong 
I know where I belong 
Passing through 
Windswept sky 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley

Details | Free verse | |

Gregor Impending

Powerful, these blitzing beams -
Scorching rays that gleam 
Upon raging surf.

Collision of wave and rock -
Resounding, hissing spray:
The fireworks of the sea. 

These waves halt for no one. 
I am a speck...
A miniscule spot of corroded sand 
Nestled within the endless shore.

But that I were a slab of stone -
Fiercely contesting the tide:
Foam and algae markers of will. 

Odysseus strings his fatal bow 
While I await my metamorphosis:
Where is Kafka when you need him?

Copyright © Sheridan Spence

Details | ABC | |


So beautifuly aluring and unique
some have been attracted to her as substance
norishment if you will
others have seeked and been driven by the instinct of desire
in the end all are but victims of deception

  Like a magnet I was attracted to her
  her very being seeemed so fragile in it's existence
  I was driven by both need and desire
  I had to have her for my own
  I wanted all and got most with little resistence

A day came when she demanded more 
all my efforts to meet her demands  only ended in futility
perhaps my efforts were simply to insufficient
forced to step back to watch 
she became a prize for someone else to adore

  In time my turn came again
  with aggressiveness I presented my intents
  I challenged her very continuance with my subsequent departure
  soon in desperation I was pledging my devotions
  I exponded on her beauty and voved to repent

I continued on like a mindless insect
she seemed the same but somehow she was not
if I only knew then what I know now
she was meerely a reflection
a reflection of my own greed

  All along the beach there were many such as her
  I could have chose another
  but I did not, I could not
  change was a conceptuality of will, I had none
  such is life on the plant, some do, some don't, some have to be

Copyright © Leonard Taormina