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Details | Rhyme |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

The Fury Of Poseidon- Sentinel

A clear morning rose over the copper-tinged rocks,
the serene sky stayed the same after down; 
but the lighthouse did not trust that calmness,
then a horrendous rumbling made it suddenly frown.

A apocalyptic event was to occur in minutes,
Poseidon rode his horses to impinge horror,
making the foaming waves resemble ghosts 
who frightened the lighthouse with a loud roar.

The sentinel's foes weren't pirates, but the waves themselves,
and engulfed by those giants, it could barely fight or even breathe;
and doomed, she heard Poseidon's voice in the mouth of whales,
not glad with the volcano's eruption making waves boil and seethe.

Written on 4/12/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A Pirate's Lot

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

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

The Four Letter Word

Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.

For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!

Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.

For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.

For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.

Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.

Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.

And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.

Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.

huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

''the ocean''

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

The Beautiful Woman

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

Details | Free verse |


The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.

Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

FEAR of Sharks

When my kids were small and for several years We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast Where the sand was white and the water clear And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast Both Bruce and Mary Ann would join us there In those days, we had the beach to ourselves A week of fun without a single care Fish, swim and see sand castles built by elves Just clear water from shore to the sand bar It turns to a dark blue where it gets deep This day, Bruce and I were out pretty far Lying on air mattresses half asleep Some people on shore, strolling up the beach We both heard them when they started to yell They were screaming Shark! Shark! The sharks out there! Scared shitless, started paddling like hell Bruce is a tall guy, about six foot two While at my best, I stand five foot seven With those long arms of his, his mattress flew Way behind, I was praying to heaven Then it happened, I fell off the mattress Legs hanging down and floundering around Looking more like shark bait, increased the stress Fear was eminence; then my feet hit the ground Waded to shore, Bruce walked over to me “Take a look over there, was do you see?” No sharks, just a few porpoise swimming free Yet, out there, FEAR was as great as can be

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Until You Came Along

I had my head on track 
Swore I'd never look back
Left my sea of emotions
Buried in the deepest ocean
That girl was long gone
Until you came along

See I had my doubts
About this one and the last
And I promised myself
To not repeat the past
You gave me no warning
Found e'rything about u adornin

Excite me and amaze
You release this malaise
Heal every grudge
You heal every graze
Give me a nudge 
And I'm all ablazed

Brought it out with surplus
When it all began to surface
I'm back on the shore 
On the sand like before
And will remain until I wizen
All because you gave me the horizon 

Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Elemental as a storm

A force  far deeper than our anger

Elemental as a storm

Annihilating all before it

Terror makes man’s rage perform.

This  force saying self is threatened

Runs to  rise and to protect,

Most murderous when  we’re most alarmed

Rage  the enemy detects.

Over-riding other feelings

Deprives us of the power to think

Like a nuclear  tsunami

Disconnecting human links.

Reddened vision,focused,narrow;

Eyes locked onto enemy’s

All the wider context losing,

Wipes out  our good memories

Like a mother tiger fighting,

And the cornered eagle’s force;

We will destroy  what we think other

Without  bitter,pained remorse.

Nature made such to protect us;

Yet  our  perception can be wrong.

Once the flood of feeling takes us

All reflections seems too long

Later, if we see our victims,

Will we know that we have erred?

For  hate deceives ourselves and others

When our inmost terror’s  bared.

How can we step back and ponder,

See life from a wider view?

How can we become less blinded,

So  we see our world anew?

Succumb  not to final despond

Succumb not black despair.

Always there are those who see.

Always  there are those that care.

Tempered by reflective wisdom

Rage can change  when understood.

When we find another being

Who contains our frightful flood.

Copyright © Katherine Bee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Robert Beach

With screams echoing through these halls,
Smoke begins to rise.
Retuning to these murder filled walls,
It's the past I have learnt to despise.
Lights flashing red, blue, and white.
Sitting up against the door,
We've held up one hell of a fight.
A knock on the door.
"You'll deal with my son first!"
They pulled my beaten brother by the wrist,
As they cursed, 
Ignoring my bleeding mother.
Scared and traumatized, 
We have survived.

Copyright © Marcedy Sumner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!

Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quintella |


Relentlessly Sun beating down Fierce the glare, making me frown Sand, like grains of wisdom, needling Unwelcome, persistent wheedling In the mimeses I will drown Table Bay glistens within reach Waves rolling onto pristine beach Neptune favouring emerald green Seagulls parading, feathers preen Gannets diving – an endless screech The Atlantic notoriously cold Bracing myself – fear on firm hold Salt spray stinging, lashing my face Against the cold I myself brace Welcome water around me fold New Year resolutions we make Bad habits gladly we forsake Fearing hostile, unknown future Uncertainty we’ve to endure Diving in, the mould I shall break © 2012 by Suzette Crous
A HAPPY NEW YEAR to all Please see the About section for the photo of the scene described.

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |


Thousands of homes on the East Coast were
not spared from the ravages of Randy in late October,
the misery of devastation was everywhere:
Hamilton Beach was flooded by feet of water,
so was Old Howard Beach and Lindenwood
got its share, too when lights started flickering;
my apartment could have been flooded to the ceiling,
lost everything and going back I would have smelled mold!

The first thing I did was Thank God for His endless mercy,
realizing that other survivors weren't that lucky as I.
Why are these storms more frequent? Are we messing with Mother Nature?
Global warming is too scary...winters in New York are getting much warmer!

I have witnessed the scariest storm in my lifetime,
Glory and Irene compared to Sandy weren't that wild;
what's predicted next? It can't be a Universal Deluge,
because God promised there wouldn't be another...
and where, if that happened, could we find refuge?
We'll be swallowed up alive by massive tides and carried far!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Hollywood Beach Gulls

Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we  had a dream to give to them
or sang a song they might have understood.

There in their shrilled descent they had such grace
my heart lept to an all time vibrant shrill
and wondered just how far their wings could fly
if only words of love could let us soar.

But words of love are only past regrets
of humping on the beach for me and you
after the gulls have found their nesting place
and making it on their own. Will I die
another death without the touch of you?

That bastard seagull. Wasn't he the shame
of Hollywood Beach that sunny afternoon
we met and we made love for real?
Not in St Johns
where I lived a mile from you
But in Hollywood Beach
where a drunk can be a drunk
but in goodf company
But we were just too drunk to remember,
like everyone else on the beach
all of us down from the great St Johns Blizzard,
doing what Canadians do best
staying drunk long enough to forget it all
when we got back home.
But in St Johns, we had the bitter cold as an excuse
for being drunk all of the time.

On Hollywood Beach, the gulls all knew
We didn't need an excuse,
we just did it.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011

Details | Prose |

Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To A Friend

By Curtis Johnson

Hi Daniel,

There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening  to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, when the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes

It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming.         Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming    Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings

Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright.  For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific. Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.             

One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach. The waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough.  I thought wrong.  We had not been on the rocks 5 minutes before the waters came splashing against the rocks that we were walking on.  I held the kids and protected them from the big splash.  I got pretty wet, but no harm was done, and the lesson was well received. 

The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters.  My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top. When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.                                                            

Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you. If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach, I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.

So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground.  Love you. Curtis09262013

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Alone, I watch the waves roll in
With a transcendent calm
Bright sun pierces my searching gaze
Bathes my skin in a sea of warmth

But on the inside, 
A dark storm reigns
Desecrating my calm utopia
Leaving shattered, bleeding emotions

I fight, 
But the storm stifles my attempts
Burrowing deeper and deeper within my heart
Only leaving ashes in its path

The mask I wear is a façade
Carefully sculpted with exquisite design
But the terror within
Creeps between the lines
That don’t quite fit
The pieces I try to make fit,
Yet I know never will

My mask shrouds nothing
Slowly burning me from the inside out
The treacherous fire is burning me alive
My heart pounds heavily in my chest
Crushing the cage, meant to protect it
Until I feel flesh ripping
Ribs protruding out through torn, bleeding muscle
And raw, mutilated skin hanging limply
As thick, crimson blood flows from my veins
My still beating heart burns in the sun’s rays

The blood stains the delicate, white lace
Of my gown
Rushes down my arms
Dripping off my fingertips
Into the pure, salty sea
I stand in

The sea dances with my agony
As black, rolling clouds gather in the sky
Stirring up the sea
The waves become colder with power
And wrap around me 

Embracing me
Soothing my pain
As the water permeates my lungs
Stealing my breath 
Rescuing me from a world of pain 
Never to hurt again

Copyright © Suzannah McFalls | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

I Swim with Sharks

What loosens the knot that keeps together
hair in a bun from falling asunder? Beats me but
the sea blows wind that sets me at ease,
I dip a toe in the water in reply to the tease,
on the edge, considering what benefit is release
if my one whole piece dissolves in the fluid fleece.

I dive in, more like throw in
my regard for safety sinking to the ocean floor in shreds
while my need for the same into deeper water treads…

I swim with sharks.

I left my caution by the door,
swimsuit and virtues by the shore,
What could I ever gain from this chore?
So the fear calls my name no more.

My compass points the needle without a clue,
so I dance around the teeth that nip the blue
but will rip my muscles so I stay for the stew.

My life that bleeds and feeds the ocean hue
leads the predators to prey, but who is who
when the sharks know I pose a danger, too?

I swim with sharks.

I left my caution by the door,
swimsuit and virtues by the shore,
What the hell do I do this for?
So the fear calls my name no more.

Till then, I answer.

Copyright © Ekso Ekso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

an evening to remember

we called a few friends for tea
to be followed by dinner
we all wished to see
who would be the winner

it was the month of ramzan
it was too hot here
a match was played between India and Pakistan
to play with the staunch  rivals each did dare

Pakistan took the first batting
three players scored century above
and as we kept inwardly fearing and chatting
didn't want our country to loose out of sheer love

then came India's turn
the tension on our faces was building
to score more each player did yearn and burn
but players played so bad it seemed they were kidding

the end was predictable from the start
three players out in less than half an hour
out from the T.V lounge most guys did dart
Pakistan's team was greeted with flower shower

Match was a reason to be together
kids guys and girls had fun
from each house food we did gather
after a disappointing match to their houses each did run.

Copyright © bawa talwar | Year Posted 2017