Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets,
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.
Copyright, April 16, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.
I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.
When you return your rushing waters swirl
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you
Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see
The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye
Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Lake, Water and Sun
Blue lake stirs the youthful mind,
water shines then invites us on in.
Sunshine covers this rare new find
as delight gives each a big grin-
the youthful mind, invites us on in.
Work done, we have no more chores
sweet time for living life instead.
Sun beams hot upon these shores-
cool waters splashes upon each head-
upon these shores, living life instead
Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist,
rhapsody set to fine angelic tunes;
love leaping through a watery mist?
Will love burn out into the dunes-
with a bad twist...out into the dunes.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings
And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity
Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see
Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me
Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset
With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget
To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face
Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace
Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine
As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes
and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learn’d the language of another world
That I found deeply within one kiss
~ JJF ~
~Lord Byrons Manfred~
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2014
I didn’t want to go on vacation
I would rather stay home with my friends
When does being treated like a baby
In this family come to an end!?
We went to a stupid hot beach
I don’t even know how to swim
I would rather be practicing basketball
Back home in the high school gym.
I sat moping on the beach all alone
As the sun was starting to set
We’d been here for all of three days
I wasn’t having any fun yet.
Then I noticed her walking by herself
Silhouetted against the red sky
Just on the edge of the water
I was speechless as she passed by.
I watched her walk down to the pier
Where she turned and started coming back
I went down to the edge of the water
Making sure I would be in her path.
I was aware of this beautiful creature
Walking ever closer to me
Her blond hair gently dancing
Inspired by the ocean breeze.
She looked up and smiled as she passed
Slowing down for me to say, “Hi”
An opportunity I couldn’t respond to
As I simply let her pass by.
All night I stayed awake dreaming
Of this angel I saw on the shore
Silently thinking and scheming
What I would do if I saw her once more.
Next day I was on the beach early
To give my destiny a shot
I sat there searching and burning
The sun was so very hot.
Just when I was about to give up
And mope on back to my bed
I heard a sweet voice saying,
“Boy are you turning red.”
I’ll spare you all of the detail
From my steamy summer of love
When on a golden ray of sunshine
My future wife was sent from above.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
A prickly world envelopes
The subtle Emerald skin,
One so delicate as can be scorched
By an Irish morning sun.
Low gulls crying overhead
Keep me idle amongst the reeds,
Eyes wide, sucking in the expanding blue,
Sporadically streaked with white.
Rose dances with Ray
Along the celestial path, and
A blushing glow is born.
Salty air caresses and travels
Down into a spongy soul.
Hand to cheek, a rose
Returns to blue, but Ray
Will forever twinkle around
The dusty pink until
The crimson lakes again flourish.
The shriek of wings down the shore
Are now a distant echo. Lids heavy,
The siesta forcing me to sink
Further into the hot sands of the coast.
Light as a feather, eyes dimming,
I see it all as the tide chases me.
Through times of trouble she has guided;
In sadness, she did listen; once again
She draws closer and prepares to lead me
From the woes of the city, the faults of society,
And into a world that is real: the salt of the earth.
I want to swim into unknown, bathe
In the life of her vessel, and have the soothing
Waves wash over me and rid me of the false pretences.
But for now, I will listen to her:
A soothing voice that one must never vex,
Swooshing in and sneaking out.
A light crash of waves against the rocks
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
The drama from days gone by
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Money and bills swooshing in
“To hell with those” sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2015
Swirling drifts of sugared sand
slipping through your sun-jeweled hand.
Treasure seeking on the shore
as up above you seagulls soar.
Billowed hair on skin so golden;
for this warmth you are beholden.
Maybe hike a mountain high
and gaze into an azure sky.
Or waltz along a forested path
at times enduring nature's wrath.
In gardens and fields so lush and green
sweet summer fruits are everywhere seen.
A sparkling season of beauty and sun
too soon is ended once begun.
written 1/3/2015 for Shadow's contest
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
Flesh on show and sun tan lotion
bodies laid on towels or sun lounges
By the ocean
Salty air wind blown hair
Music streaming from the near by fair
Baby screaming nappies full
Cool guys looking for babes on the pull
Sun shades and floppy hats
Grown men playing cricket with ball and bats
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Candy floss and lemonade
Father With binoculars pretending to look out to sea
Or read a newspaper but really looking at the bathing beauties
Bikinis and manknies G strings tight where the sun don't shine
Hot dogs and hamburgers the popping of corks from bottles of wine
Hairy legs and wrinkled skin
child almost drowning couldn't swim
Muscle bound Life guards with muscles to impress
Granma lost her false teeth
Dropped between her breasts
Ice creams and summer dreams
Young child peeing in the sea
Among the swimmers splashing about with glee
People playing beach ball and football
Mother calls come on all it's time for tea
Large Busty woman running like jelly on a plate
And nearly starting an earthquake
Sand between your toes
Sun burn on your nose
Sweaty arm pits sweaty bums
Toffee apples and bleeding gums
Sea gulls flying screeching high above
Clear blue sky pure white dove
Watching the frothy waves stretch upon the shore
Watching the horizon and tiny boats 10 miles away or more
Dogs running here and there
Sweets being passed around to share
Crabs and shrimps and other critters in a rocky pool
Children with fishing nets and jars to take them back to school
Para gliders pulled by speed boats high in the sky
Oh why do people want to risk life
As they could die
Postcards to write people on there bikes
The smell of fish and chips
Children with jam around their lips
Couples walking hand in hand barefoot on warm sand
Treasured memories and photo's to cherish
Suitcases packed feeling unwound and relaxed
Can't wait until next year when they come back.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
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.
Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013
Dawn’s arms rock us awaken
First light guides our eyes open
A minute or two we bask
Before we rise to the tasks
Buzzing we go, all duty
Not missing the melody
Of plans laid out well in war
When the battle cry did warn
Signs were posted in plenty
In aches of flesh past groaning
Clocks ticked too fast to keep up
We sensed the call to the Sun
Finally armed and fueled
We three and the engine revved
Taking routes always farther
Away from the walled master
Warmer becomes flesh and heart
As we steer like movie stars
Heads high to catch the sun’s drops
Eyes shaded in blissful lost
Soon we are flying through air
Passing green-eyed rooms with cheer
Bucolic scenes blaze colors
How beautifully they merge
Tempo slows as deep blue nears
Silent, the wait comes to bear
Descent is smooth, toes sink in
Digging in grains so golden
It is here we recover
Here, we let go of the war
Copyright © Terry-Ann Coley | Year Posted 2013
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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Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2012
At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.
With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2015
I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high,
Sweaty brows drip, a dry.
surf boarders and dipper are so many,
dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny.
red vested lifeguards always on their toes,
A breath of relief, the tippling tourists, their number grows.
ripples, sounds a melody repeat,
artisan, tests his percussion cask to a beat.
A robe draped lass, captures her lover,
sun, its rays darkens the picture ,above it hover.
Reshoots she, from another angle,
smiling lover’s flushed face she manages to wrangle.
hi-tide shack perched a high,
view is great and the breeze zips by.
distant travelers they bathe in the sun,
Some on the sand , others swelter drip their as they run.
Balding head darts, reflects its gleam,
the scorching sun and the skin cream.
The peddling tribal woman with an orange drape,
family cuddling a little one, the sun to escape.
young woman, alone she walks,
stray young man I think he stalks.
tattoo on his arm seem so strong,
They are lovers, I know I am wrong.
The flower powered oldie, walks with his guitar strung back,
A bag in his hand &stuff he puts aside on the beach rack.
a hulk walks by, in nickered blacks,
To the percussion maker’s shack can see his sandy tracks.
bikini clad lady, dart towards a fella,
blueness of her robe shades her name tattooed, Isabella.
chat they seem to have and away he’s gone,
kicks some sand and wades back to her beach chair all alone.
Past noon and ebbing are the tides,
dippers galore and can see them lying in the watery sides.
eagle sweeps and glides a close,
chasing birds are but a murder of black crows.
tall blond man ducks in the water he ambles,
With a bulging tummy ,it rumbles.
thatched roof stays the sunlight on me,
blue clothed ceiling textures the sky and the sea.
dark Indian lass, aglow on her face,
heat rays redden her skin ablaze.
Hurriedly she moves to the thatched shack.
Her lover here rubs lotion on to her back.
Cattle herds , see them stroll the sandy water,
An English couple walks away from the boat with their daughter.
Beneath the beach umbrella a man cleans his shades,
The strong breeze its trapped around him under the glades.
An hour has gone by and my throat is all dry,
Sparkling water I gulp down the bottle with the blink of an eye.
Content is my heart for this passionate poem I create,
Good or bad , you can choose to debate.
Copyright © sashi prabhu | Year Posted 2012
AT THE WATER'S EDGE
As I sit here at the water's edge
I let the sand sift through my toes
I watch the sun rise in the east
Turn the sky a glorious, summer rose.
As it rises 'bove the skyline
A burgeoning orb now glows
A globe of fire then bursts forth
As the waves lap gently 'round my toes.
By midday it's a blinding ball of fire
Pouring searing heat like Hades' pledge
The beach's sand absorbs the raging heat
But it's serenely cool here at the water's edge.
© ELR 2013
Copyright © Miss Wattle | Year Posted 2013
Summer is a lemonade
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade
Copyright © Miriam Owens | Year Posted 2013
The first sign of summer
has this day appeared so clear
the sky's blue with sun about
you can feel it so very near
So to the beach I did go
Tshirt and shorts was my wear
took off trainers and socks
who's looking! I did not care
I then paddled along the sea
my feet was completely wet
so refreshing and cool the water
the time escaped like we'd never met
This is such a good feeling
wish it would last for ever
feeling the rays of the sun
all over myself like a flowing river
So pray for more sunny days
bright and warm is our wish
all over the world this summer
served up like our fav dish
Walking along the beach on the Scottish North Ayrshire coastline the other day,
it was our first really warm sunny day of the summer, just a few thoughts on the
Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2014
“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’
— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV
Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
—Meet sunlit water
Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013
Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.
See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.
Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.
One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.
One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
a seagull joins us
swooping down to snatch a chip
from sizzling sand--
Dad squeals like the birds as he
runs to cool feet in the surf
6/23/14 For Andrea's Contest: "Choose A Season"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
Down in the tropics we lay in the sand
Enjoying the warmth as I hold your hand
It is nice to finally get away
On this sandy beach we are here to stay
The rum is flowing, we are having fun
I read my poetry to you in the sun
The sun goes down what a beautiful sight
I will hold you tight the rest of the night
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014
The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips,
Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips.
The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat
I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat
So I head to the beach where the water is so blue,
Ocean so clear that you can see straight through
Seagulls selfishly screaming “MINE” at everything
Loving the noise that these winged gluttons sing
Sand so soft that my feet sink in and disappear
Children laugh gleefully as they jump off the pier
Waves hit the shore leaving behind thick seaweed
And hermit crabs race back to the water with speed
Beach volleyball games and dogs catching Frisbees
Teenagers flying their kites in the soft, pleasant breeze
Ladies sunbathing while their men apply sunscreen
Laying there peacefully and looking very serene
I’m standing on the beach taking in my surroundings
As the burn from the sun continues its pounding
I run into the water to cool off in the sun’s ire
And the ocean is where I relax from the wicked sun’s fire
Like ice cold lemonade caressing a parched throat
The water refreshes me as I slowly drift afloat
The water kisses my skin with a thousand soothing lips,
Making it silky smooth beneath my gentle fingertips.
Copyright © Constance Gilmore | Year Posted 2012
Out of the dreams,
Of a calm night,
Brighten the shore,
Deep to the core,
And bring out,
The inner light,
Kissing the sea,
Make us see,
A new day,
Through your eyes.
Copyright © WORD CRAFT | Year Posted 2013
Island Made of Sand
Morning sparkles off the ocean
The sun awakens to be free,
Gentle tides roll in ankle deep
And your heart echoes within me.
Dancing waves introduce the sun
As high tide caresses the shore,
Sharing this view with an angel
A perfect soul that I adore.
Our footprints are left behind us
The future is holding her hand,
We sit on the beach and proclaim
Our own island made of sand.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Soft sun, dripping through
the trees, landing on
her smiling face.
Waves made of laughter
crashing down in dreams
lost in the cool light.
Gone are the days of
fanciful sights and gold memories.
Now she has seashell thoughts and
ocean air dreams.
Wind and salt against her skin,
soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet.
Smelling sea breezes calms her mind.
Melodies that the ocean plays just for her,
making her soul dance.
Copyright © Jae Airgead | Year Posted 2013
shaded outline attraction
turquoise waters lure
on golden sands abound we
sunshine smiling in our hearts
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
I love walking on the beach
early in the morning as
the sun is beginning to rise
It’s quiet, just me my
thoughts and God
What a way to start the
day with the sound of the
waves crashing onto the shore,
you can see the water rolling for miles
crystal blue jumping back and forth
the sun is rising higher and brighter
It never ceases to amaze me the wonder of God’s
handiwork, it draws me ever deeper each time I
go back to it, it’s in my blood and I
have to walk on it, smell it or touch it
everyday , the beach, I’m in love with it
Submitted for Amy Green’s Contest My Deepest Passion
Copyright © Jerri Ward | Year Posted 2010
fishing boat sunrise
viewed from an oceanfront deck
is just where it's at!
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
As summer’s hope dreamt it had caught him,
days tallied boardwalk planks one by one.
Candles became golden skies burned dim
beyond evening’s watery sun.
How I tried to help you with my friend,
but she had built a sandcastle there.
Only time and advice left to lend
on a beach came that one morning’s glare.
Another wound to scar that bled youth,
ran over before it had begun.
By the grains of chance and a tanned truth,
tides washed another watery sun.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015
days final moment
ocean swallows up the sun
Copyright © Christian Lambeaux | Year Posted 2014
On a bright day
I will be
Grabbing a drink at the bar
Brighton Beach, it seems so far
Coney Island is where you'll find me
Sideshows and Hotdogs
Where I need to be.
Copyright © Jillian Sabecky | Year Posted 2015