On the beach I found a seashell
luster of colors mixed with gold illuminate
Washed by the sea millions of times
tides turn as gentle footprints remain
I sit and ponder, how could it happen
salt breeze within an ocean's breath inhales
A journey of unimaginable time
drifting murmurs echo against waves crashing
In the sunlight it shone with many shades
satin pearl treasure heart between two shells
Carefully I opened and found its soul
it was then as one on whitewashed wings we flew free
I found a beautiful princess of the sea
Upon a sigh or dream revealed its inner secret
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
beach that's long and white
seen through the coconut palm
picture perfect view
13 April 2015
SKAT's Picture Perfect Haiku #1 Contest
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
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)
*Chosen poem of the day on 16 May 2015
Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015
Rough winds blowing
Washing wild waves ashore
Scattering about seashells
It always makes me want more
Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015
Where doubts dissolve and roads disband,
there lies a quiet crescent beach
to crown the sea with golden sand.
A breath beyond the city's reach,
where waves recede like moving glass,
there lies a quiet crescent beach.
When evening fades and stars amass,
the silver sky consumes the sea
where waves recede like moving glass.
When moonlight skims the tallest tree
through wisps of fog and fragrant mist,
the silver sky consumes the sea.
Along the shore where waves persist,
the sunrise melts through violet clouds,
through wisps of fog and fragrant mist.
The sky discards its gauzy shrouds
where doubts dissolve and roads disband.
The sunrise melts through violet clouds
to crown the sea with golden sand.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2015
pink shells on brown hand
as blue water lap white sands
keen contrast of colors
15 April 2015
Picture Perfect Haiku #2
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Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2014
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
New York City
Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014
Birds doth fly above the sky,
flowers fair and nigh;
as the sun comes shining by,
wet white sand to dry.
Soft the breeze from gentlest seas,
sweetly strums guitar;
lassie sings of love and sees
sailor from afar.
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19 April 2015
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © Rachel Trine | Year Posted 2015
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…
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2013
From the tips, of her white foam caps
To the bottom of her swells
The depth of our Love for her
Only the Ocean can retell
As we sat on pristine beaches
Kissed by waves upon our feet
Calling Us to join in with her
On this nautical Retreat
With her coolness, She caressed us
On that hot and sunny day
There, in the depths of her bosom
She allowed us both to play
And when the sun began to set
On her wrinkled, deep blue skin
We both marveled at Her beauty
Then swore, to return, again
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2005
pink gulls of twilight
circle the hidden cove...
sand between our toes
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
The humid Hawaiian heat hobbles my head and heart too,
Hitting as the Humvee high-tails past on the highway,
Sweat seeps steadily south from scalp to shoes
Convection current cooking, keep pedaling, pores crying.
Howling Haleakala Headwinds hammer hard,
Freezing face, fingers, and forehead.
Wistfully watching the warm water Westward;
Blasting breeze’s blows batter my body backward.
Soft saline sea spray spritzes the sunbathers
As the surges' steady smashing against the shore
Rhythmically rocks the run-down revelers
to a sweet, sun-kissed, seaside sleep once more.
For Elements Part 2—Wind Contest (First Place)
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Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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!
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012
A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.
Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by Jesse Whitehead.
in the newspaper
coffee to warm the hands
walking the railroad
to stay put
a child's balloon
spring in her step
red moon overhead
has dusk come already?
the field of tulips
seem to say
unwavering and gentle
strong as stone
wind through summer meadows
a tender caress
lying there still
a heart-shaped mark
ebb of the tide
the last golden leaf
fading in and out
memories sweetly touched
a dancing flame
burning through pages
another x on the calendar
NOTE: This was my first attempt at a Renga poem, written in collaboration, with one of my best friends from Idaho, Jesse Whitehead. He's one of the few friends of mine whom I could discuss writing with. Though he typically writes fiction and stories, rather than poetry, he was willing to give this poetry format a go; and to my knowledge this was his first time writing poetry. It's a fun little challenge that I hope you all will give a try!
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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.
Copyright © kerry singleton | Year Posted 2013
Sand laden waves
Pound rich seaweed crusted rocks
Cockles dig deeper
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010
Ebbing and flowing
on golden sands
Checked with how many syllables
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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Sands of the beach,warms
to the glory of sunrise,its
red rays play gleefully on
their dunes giving them life,
A new dawn awakes to the
soft roar of the waves,rebellious
Along the horizon the morning
fog removes her mystic veil to
reveal a ship,ghostlike,it slowly
approaches the shore,while seagulls
gyrate above in unclear patterns,
and the calm ocean in harmony with
the sky merge into the Oneness of Creation.
Copyright © Miraj Raha | Year Posted 2016
I did not catch the dying day’s last melting
Nor heard its final sigh as it drifted into the deep blue
It is now lost in the many folds of memory
Partially stark and accurate, partially muffled in fog
And the complete original gone forever
I did not say goodbye
If only time would hesitate
The dew drops to hardened diamonds before the sun
Time to hold on
To feel the softest sand before it fades to cold black
To hear the sparrows last song
But the warm honey melted all away before I knew
So I will greet the next
And know that it too will melt
The golden fall leaves are so beautiful
But I love the green the best
I will look long for the green
And a new day awaits
Copyright © Susan Yantis | Year Posted 2016
Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth
Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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.”
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
waves and air
water and evening
darkness in wind
sky and moon
with these words
I paint the sky dark...
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
Blue ocean vistas
Rainforest encroaches down
Tree roots over stone
Vines reach, wind, twine and climb
Clutching trees that cradle them
Burleigh Heads beach path
Pandanus groves, mangroves
Spiky bushes, towering trees
Tiny flowers underfoot
Log bridge, white sand, shallow creek
Invisible birds give song
Each day travel the same path
Only to find it diff’rent.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014
orange spills out of the sea
to touch your feet
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2013