Pink shells on brown hands
As blue water lap white sands
Keen contrast of colors
NOTE: It's summer here in the Philippines, a tropical country of 1,107 islands.
15 April 2015
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Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.
Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.
The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.
Rough winds blowing
Washing wild waves ashore
Scattering about seashells
It always makes me want more
beach that's long and white
seen through the coconut palm
picture perfect view
13 April 2015
SKAT's Picture Perfect Haiku #1 Contest
Of the Gods own country
of this paradise
where green and blue
merge as one
in the north is a city
that encompass the beauty
where the dream lands meet
lined by kaasaraka trees
where seven tongues are spoken
and a unique lingo was woken
lined by shores and calm beaches
which meets with forts of ancient elegance
who can pass by with no notice
the mountains high and hillocks of beauty
forests green and tranquil rivers
places of worship, unique structures
renowned for coir and handloom
and for its customs varied
The people here, with a smile of warmth
welcoming with open arms
known for their variety dishes
which does prick ones tastebuds
of the sense of fashion
who can beat their passion
and their thirst for knowledge
is to be acknowledged
fame it has know from times of yore
of the arts and culture it beholds
this is the city of budding talents
feel the vibe and do relent
© Nadiya(14 May '15)
Sun glints off ripples
Play of light in sheltered cove
Backyard full of stars
Footsteps crack on frozen grass
Forested mountain side
Above twisting single track
Over arid land
Falling rain evaporates
Hot Aussie dunny
Sandy beach stretches
Tropical coral waters
Beneath St. Paul’s dome
Lies manicured garden
pink gulls of twilight
circle the hidden cove...
sand between our toes
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.
Sultry summer night;
stars are winking at the moon.
As I gaze at you,
ocean’s tide rolls in. . . . We kiss.
Stars now wink at us! What bliss.
For Brian Strand's
FOURS AND FIVES single poem of 4 or 5 lines,
any form or theme Poetry Contest
A beach captivating deprived eyes,
Fascination, grandiose haven in July,
Keeping lovely mountains nearby,
Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise.
Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012
This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!
A moonrise over the bluff
the earth is alive
showing off her beauty in a ray of colors
As the waves roll in hitting the sandy shore
there's no place you would rather be
a perfect moment in a perfect place
nothing but you & the sea
& as the
earthly winds whisper along your face
you feel the freedom wash along your feet
a moonrise captured
sitting so high
you thank the universe your alive..
Inspired by a photo taken at a beach where I grew up.
Sand laden waves
Pound rich seaweed crusted rocks
Cockles dig deeper
Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth
The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near
The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
The excitement in us now thrives
In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon
For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball
waves and air
water and evening
darkness in wind
sky and moon
with these words
I paint the sky dark...
on the beach
a smell of lotion
in the breeze
orange spills out of the sea
to touch your feet
Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend
And companion next to me.
From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar.
Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days
Near the refuge I called home.
Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure -
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured.
Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain –
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name.
From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile –
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles.
She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old –
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown.
Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams –
Including this ocean and Her magical potion
From now ‘till the end of all things.
While now here I rest where white waves crest
Caressing my mind once more –
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”
A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep
C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen
E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed
G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king
I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat
K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls
M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive
O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg
Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good
S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends
U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land
W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell
Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand
All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.
Land, sky and sea, sing their songs.
Land sings of rich soil, for growing seeds;
as the silvery sea,
sounds its gurgling waters.
It sings a medley to the blue
And cloud-puffed sky.
I lend my ears to that cloud-puffed sky;
listening to its songs.
At first, it makes me feel blue,
but joy quickly fills my heart-seed;
fed by spiritual rain-waters;
that ride the winds from the heavenly seas.
The wondrous, singing sea,
sings back to sky
and I enjoy the waters;
singing those sweet songs,
to the seeds in the soil and to seeds
like me, who get the blues.
As the sky of blue,
sings to the seas
and my seeds;
they stretch leaves to sky
and its wonderful song
intermingles, with that of the waters.
All seeds need water,
to relieve their thirst-blues.
I hum along with the songs,
that ride my souls seas
as they crescendo with heavenly sky’s;
to quench the thirst, of all Gods seeds.
I am a proud seed;
I drink spirit’s waters;
am nourished by Heaven’s sky,
of sacred blue
and silvery seas.
I am grateful for those songs.
I listen to the songs, that nourish all of God’s seeds.
I thank the Earth and seas for their generous, cleansing waters.
No longer do I feel blue and like my plants; I am also grateful to the Heavenly sky.
At the end of the road,
Sea breezes spray,
Fish get caught,
By serious men.
Books get read,
And castles built,
While footprints fade,
At the end of the road.
At the end of the road,
Smiles replace frowns,
For an entire day.
While gossip is weighed.
Sand dunes rise,
To meet the skies,
At the end of the road.
At the end of the road,
Clouds gently move,
Boats troll along,
Never questioning why,
For life is good,
At the end of the road.
© Michael Wegman 2014
The stars so bright
On this moonlit night
The waves roll to shore
Nights like this I want more
The beach at midnight
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
New York City
The setting sun
glowed with amber
As it sank behind
the warm tidal
compared to the
Of the waves as they
A soft rustle
lullabies you into a
Only to be broken by
a sea gulls cry
Not a breeze stirs
as peaceful silence
Invading the depth
of your soul.
Blazing hot sweats rolled down my back,
A cloudless sky was at reach from my palm’s view,
My eyes centered on the sun as it stood above my head.
Summer’s end sneaked around the corner,
But its endless heat
Fooled me to think it would never cease.
Milky sand grains covered my toes,
Beach balls rolled back n’ forth,
Children’s castle were made and later destroyed,
Clear waters waved in my thoughts.
It was suppose to be a beautiful day
And until that moment, indeed it was.
The moment the earth shook,
Loud voices suddenly began to rise
And Footsteps tumbled the ground,
I looked around
Right, left, up, down,
Where had the commotion come from?
The sun blinded me from the truth,
When the photons in my eyes reassembled the image,
A shock traveled to my heart
Making it pump furiously in my chest.
A desert ahead of me laid,
Content faces had ran from my presence,
The air dragged my body forward,
The ocean rapidly seemed to disappear.
I looked upon the never ending horizon
And its line had ascended greatly.
In that moment,
I refused to run like all the others,
I refused to avoid its magnificent moves.
The winds pushed me backwards with a tremendous force,
Sprinkles of icy water splashed against my skin,
A great calamity I was bound to face.
Shadows covered the surface of my dread,
An enormous wall of wetness surrounded me.
And with a blink, I was no longer visible to the eyes of men,
Not even God could spot me from the heavens above.
I gasped for air in the salty waters of the ocean,
But there was none to be found,
And with that last thought in mind
I drowned myself in its eternal beauty.
Listen to the sea
Hear the waves roar,
Like as if the sound helps you soar
Through pieces of your life.
Let it remind you
That there will always be a friend
Who will be with you thick and through,
Whether it be me
Or someone else,
All I would want is for you to be happy.
If you’re ever lonely,
Just go and listen to the sea…
Sitting under my sun umbrella
The ocean is my wonderful painting
The sun shines on the small waves
Far in the distance I can glimpse a small boat
I must have my sunglasses on
The sun heats I have shadow under my sun umbrella
The sand on the beach is burning hot
The waves along the beach creates scratches in the sand
Turkey 23. 09. 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets
Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.
Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.
Green thatched leaves. Crowns of glory, shade it extorts,
Swinging hammock to nest me in my denim blues shorts.
A strong breeze blows saline pelagic scented odor across,
Blue waves melt to foam, kiss shores, hued shells emboss.
Lonely eagle soar virgin blue skies,
More of the brood join in and glide past fishing boats floating by.
A murder of crows feast on our eaten table,
As in the warm waters we dip, the crows our food they garble.
The waves sound gushing rhapsody repeat,
Us jovious beach bums in water enjoy the sunny heat.
Dry fishing boats on logs they are on the sands to park,
Lie along akin, like silent serpents, waiting for dusk to embark.
Sea gulls they glide over silver wavy waters,
Food seeking dives perform, for them that’s what matters.
A pack of dogs they frolic with glee,
As the fisher folk heave coir ropes dogs from there flee.
Golden sunlight darts out of stagnant clouds formless,
Group of lads, beach volley ball they play tireless
As I sit ten meters away from wet sandy shores,
Melody erupts as waves repeat encore.
Footprints on a sandy beach,
will be washed away by morning.
There's a storm out on the open sea,
A thunderclap - a warning!
A lonely ship is tossed about,
and struggles in the hue,
its motley crew begins to shout
at the wicked card they drew...
The ship takes on a starboard list,
the crew jumps in the drink.
Lightning strikes the wooden mast,
the ship is doomed to sink.
Fear fills the hearts of those
from captain down to yeoman,
but yo this rugged life they chose
not heeding sign nor omen.
Are you really safe from shark attack,
while standing on the shore?
A mighty ship in port is safe,
but that's not what ships are for...
Copyright © 2007
Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.