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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, All
rights reserved


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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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Beachfront Living

I see the harbor in the morning, bustling with moving boats and ships,
as the morning sun cast colorful hues off some of their sails-
I can feel light sea breezes brushing past my lips,
and taste the salty sea moisture that glistens the jetty's shale.

In the afternoon I see surfers disappearing into cresting foam,
and people building sand castles while others bask in the daylight sun-
I watch seabirds performing aerobatic tricks on waters they call home,
and children frolicking in the waves having fun.

I see the evening high tide engulfing the shore sand from my sight,
as a foghorn's whistle blows deep tones, warning visibility is not clear-
I watch moonbeams struggling hard to sprinkle a little light,
and see a swirling vapor mist off the waters edge moving near.

So much beauty to be seen by the sea,
I cannot imagine a more perfect place for anyone to be!


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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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