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Beach Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Beach

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Details | Sonnet |

raindrops dance


raindrops dance

The falling raindrops dance, a bearing wall
retains his memories of years before,
constructing solitude, invite his soul
and form continuum, above to soar.

Reminding paragon among beach plum,
intently they behold, when words indite,
a skyward calling are the raindrops' thrum,
the mirroring of stares and souls' invite.

And as the raindrops dance around and jump
belike she comes, 'mid silences aboard
foreshadowing the rainfall drops that thump,
their night defines again the winds' accord.

Her grandness in the mistle's waving forms
a solemn cause became of diamond storms.

© 06-15-2013, G. Venetopoulos


Details | Sonnet |

Puzzle

A piece of ocean next to trees and sand
Scattered across treated mahogany. 
Across a face, and a ship now unmanned,
And rolling waves, fingers trip sloppily.
Splitting the pile into organized stacks
Here end pieces, there yellow, and here blue.
Out of nowhere a playful cat attacks!
Ocean falls like rain, every piece but two 
The cat bounds away leaving destruction.
Scattered pieces, mangled ship thrown on beach
Nothing but a picture for instruction.
Marching forth, I took the puzzle by siege
Gradually the pieces come together
And are ready for your viewing pleasure


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Fog Of Sunshine

Upon arriving in a cold dawn breeze
Whilst hands might be full, demanding to lift
Eagle eyed on such a shadow at ease
Extends a welcome, still I became stiff.
Aura’s on edge to this fragile posture 
Dismal charade coats his inner bearing
As river of moonshine does not torture
The eight, deep-seated ‘til rays are glaring.
Gathered for indulgence at fresh midday 
The fragile has a mouth for his wise tongue
Sharing trivia that carried me away
And yet bluffs as a flat poker-faced young.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
That is quite an open-and-shut draw line.

Skin fires up along waters in motion
A query comes in, hailed to modern dame
The rant of the fragile spurs his notion
Though excuse me, could not join your game.
Flushed and away from taking the crisp pledge
I sway to the tune of compelling tracks
Heretofore, an act that I must not hedge
Straight outside where the dazed fragile relaxed.
From pedals and licks to favored genre
The familiarity is round-the-clock
Surplus existence is not a contra
Evanescence of the soul comes to knock.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Drop out of sight; I think I will be fine.

First shot - a lustrous rust from ripe wonder
The seven, battled the craft of reason
Second shot - a mind’s eye leads to blunder
The two, tempted for the sake of season.
Allured to the voice of inviting mischief
A seal that is all but butterfly kiss
Dries the dearest out beyond disbelief
Enough of it calls the shots of mere bliss.
Gasp of steamy air echoes out of range
Lingering for the deep touch of desire
Vague urge gives in to an enticing change
Tender strokes spring from the poise we aspire.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
The fragile climbed the capstone; likewise, mine.

The first blush rises above horizon
As the three sheets to the wind tiptoed well
Being caught in a fly-by-night zion
Upstairs is under one’s wing from the spell.
Scruffy yet born with bewitching feature
Voice endowed with suavity sweeps off feet
Mesmeric eyes that can cause mild seizure
Dear me now, could not stare or even greet. 
The four, smoothed the way back to how things charm
Others remained; clueless of what took shape
Swan song by the fragile got my cheek warm
Treated this breathing space as sweet escape.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Still and all, an open-and-shut draw line.


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Angel Lady - A Petrarchan Sonnet

     The sea wind blows her shining chestnut hair
            That flows as from a hidden mountain spring,
             Which, as the skylark rising on the wing,
       Flies heavenward up, as if in homage rare.

        I follow with my eyes this lady fair
             Who walks along the beach and gently sings,
             Quite unaware of all the joy she brings,
         But of my presence she is unaware.

              This heavenly vision glides before my eyes; 
              Then, as a sunbeam plays its devilish tricks,
               She seems to vanish quickly without trace.

               But is she but an angel in disguise?
               I search the empty beach with eyes transfixed
               But never more will see her lovely face.


Copyright 2014
 


Details | Crown of Sonnets |

Waiting For You Brings Up Memories (Part 1)

I sit in my room - waiting for you,
Waiting for these - hopes to come true,
I hold your gift - in my hand,
Praying for the trip - we had planned,
Will you come - to my rescue,
Will we have - this trip for two,
To go to the beach - feet in the sand,
Having our own - private dreamland,
If this will happen - I have no clue,
Waiting for you - is hard to do,
If we could go - it would be grand,
Running so long - I can hardly stand,
Please take me to a place - far far away,
Please take me to a place - everything's okay.

Please take me to a place - everything's okay,
Sitting next to you - at the bay,
And laughing and joking - in Chinatown,
Has never been thought of - as a letdown,
Let's go to that place - out of the way,
Someplace safe - where we can stay,
A place that we - could never turn down,
Where I would never - be able to frown,
If we go there - just for a day,
I'd have my own - special get-a-way
Even if - it's just across town,
We can hang there - until the sun goes down,
Just me and you - having fun,
With the hope that this - has only begun.

With the hope that this - has only begun,
We'll have many more chances - I reckon,
I just wish - this would happen soon,
Like that night we sat - and looked at the moon,
It was like you were - a male siren,
As soon as I saw you - I was taken, 
And when we sat - in the sand dune,
At the beach - in the middle of June,
We played in the water - and under the sun,
There was nothing - I could have done,
Your voice was a song - playing it's tune,
Not even the best - were immune,
I was taken - I admit,
It was not over - I knew it,

Part 2 is the next one.


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My Friesland

I've come at last, my Friesland;
I'll never leave again,
But watch the budding trees stand
Above the grassy plain.

From the smallest little flow'rs that grow,
To the tallest steeple's rise,
You're the fairest country that I know
Beneath the bluest skies.

Everywhere I walk, I see,
My memories are true;
The people smiling back at me,
Their eyes are sparkling too.

From Bolsward down toward Heerenveen,
The dearest land I've seen;
What shame I nearly left for good,
When I was but fifteen.

I've come at last, my Friesland;
My wand'ring I resign:
Oh, sprawling, comely sealand,
What joy to call you mine!


{Form begins as a sonnet and continues as quatrain.}


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Bliss from Heaven

Oh my, little missy, what a fortress you created
Topless blonde toddler on the sand feels emancipated
The smile that brightens her sweet face can’t be understated
The beach ball beside her lays on the soft beach inflated

Take my hand, oh little one, and please do not be afraid
Come out from your sandy fortress and in the water wade
Why, look, the tiny hermit crabs are marching in parade
And down the beach two older boys are selling lemonade

Innocent one, I pray that life holds happiness for you
The world sometimes seems very harsh, but I will see you through
How blessed I am to share your joy, but we’ll share sorrow too
And one day when you marry, I’ll cheerfully bid adieu

Childhood years spin by so fast, I savor every moment
Because I have no doubt the bliss you bring is heaven sent


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nostalgia

Nostalgia 
There is an island small near the airport and is connected 
to a small bridge. In summers I used to take my dog there
for a swim… the dog liked to swim but not far and long, 
just too cool off. Parking was no problem back then and 
dogs were allowed. After swimming we walked to a café 
I bought a litre bottle of water, cupped my hand so the dog 
could drink too, I read a paper and the dog found a shade.
Drove back yesterday wanted to see if there had been any 
changes, the beach was full of sunbeds, each one with
 a parasol and it cost money by the hour. Those who didn´t 
want to pay had a stony part of the beach they resembled 
a flock of seals on a reef. It was all so organized and clean it 
looked to me like a military encampment. No, nothing stays 
the same, my dog is dead, has been so for a long time.   


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The Beach's Quiet

Golden morn close to you
On the beach near the sea
How my heart desireth thee
To snuggle close, hold hands

As we hear the ocean's band
Roar near__ slide away
Relax, play__ glolden day
On the sand's carpet wet

Lovers now forever 
Leave your side never
Through life so very close
Of your love gladly boast

Golden morn hold me snug
Show me this day your love


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Te Arai Point

The sun lit the way and I lit a joint,
  The mood was gay and so was Dorian Gray!
Then onward to the coast - Te Arai Point -
  On that dusty trail down Forestry way.
Halcyon age of substance over style:
  A tall "scab" or ten in the tussock grass,
But the gulf wind off Great Barrier Isle
  Blew waves to the shore and sand up my arse!
A campfire did blaze the windward chill,
  There were tales and ales and excess pleasures
Long into the night till we had our fill -
  Rip, ****, and bust...and no countermeasures.
Packed up our tents all - hungover and worn,
And hit the Hot Pools the next ragged morn.


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Te Arai Point is a beach on the north-east
Coast of New Zealand where some school
Friends and I used to visit. A weekend road 
Trip to an oasis of sand, surf, and stars!

A "scab" was a beer.

Dedicated to Brett, Bev, Gray, Ron, Robbie,
And Marie, and any others whose names I 
Can't remember.


March 1995


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