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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 | Verse |


Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |

A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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Jagged Water

I live upon a shard of glass
deeply set in a morass
once a year the sun does shine
and I reflect what isn't mine

Then you come and touch my face
and tell me there’s a different place
you promise me it’s really there
and actually, it’s not that rare
and from the surface of my glass
sprouts an awkward piece of grass

I protest stay my ancient place
dictator I and mighty safe
and don't forget my yearly shine 
reflecting things that aren't mine

You boast of beauty cloud and lake
people pair for floatings sake
people floating I do sigh?
quiet now, and wait to die

I do cling to my morass
my family of reflective glass
but as they fall they chip me sore
eventually I’ll be no more

All at once I see the water
there without a sign of slaughter
a person floating on a cloud
speaking loud and looking proud
then a tidal wave appears
I’m suddenly all eyes and ears
I clench my jagged glass with might
but only see an awesome sight
the clouds unite with little fright
I only dream of lakes that night

Copyright © Timothy Barry | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |


is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Home is Where the Ocean Is

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

Details | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

The Ocean

My heart sleeps by the Ocean.. Give me beach therapy please..
When all this world's troubles come upon me.. just let me dip my feet in the sea..
I don't ask for much just a little sand between my toes 
Enough to make this ole girl go ooohhh lala and away she goes.. 
When it's time for me to return back to reality.. 
I'll just stay here a little longer living in Peace you see.. 
Because the sand, the waves, the pure blue, green water is where I long to be.. 
Nothing can take place of living at the beach in splendid harmony..
Walking with Jesus is where I'll be living in serenity.. 
Talking to him about all the things I see.. 
Just pouring out my heart to him makes me feel free.. 
I want look back at all the things I left behind
because they want matter to me this time..
I'm on the beach you see where life is happy as can be..
Just to feel the wind upon my face as those waves come in it makes my heart race.. 
Ahh the feeling is so grand all the stress of life there's not a strand.. 
Ohh my see that beach over there that's it that's the place God gave to me, 
My my look at it glow.. More beautiful than a diamond in a bridal show.. 
I found my home where I belong.. 
Now I can finally sing my greatest song..

Copyright © Rose Stephens | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Forgotten Tide

The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.

It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.

It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.

It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.

It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier. 

It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.

It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...

The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


a bright sun
danced with the sea

on her shades

eyes spoke feelings 
only she could see

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Free Its Soul Bound Wild Stallion

As far as the eyes can see, thunder roars with such fury in the horizon Beneath the sea sculpturing deep tints and shades of blue, briny crystallizing The tide draws away and breathes its curse Articulating its exultation moving force, manifesting and mesmerizing Bout gaits end with the striking off sound Airborne when all four are off the ground Breeze laced through his mane with pride Feeling the cold embrace he draws a breath with every stride As the rain caress, fire burns inside, free its soul bound
7/20/2016 Rhyme AABBA AABBA Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Broken Wings

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The nudist beach

A preconception in my mind
Of a nudist beach in the sun
Men of pervy persuasion 
Roam the sands 
Eyes behind dark glasses
Men with their dangly bits 
A display of exhibitionism?
A desire to be seen?
A legalised flasher with no coat
Or a haven of nature 
Being free

However I was curious 
What would it really be like?
To sunbathe completely starkers 
My bare body blessed by the sun
Ideal content to write about
Or a humorous poem indeed
So I pack up my towel
A thermos of tea, iPod, spare bikini
Just in case I chicken out

As I walk into the car park 
Towards the entrance and the unknown 
My footsteps start to slow
Can I really do this?
Strip off naked and relax 
Bare my boobs and stretch marks 
Not to mention my sensitive bits
I take a deep breath and march in

With body issues my whole life
Ii feel quite sick inside
This is no longer curiosity 
It seems more like therapy
As I walk along a crowded beach
All different kinds of people i see
All with no clothes on
But smiling, happy, carefree

I walk a little further
Find a quiet spot
Lay my town down facing the sun
I sit down and wriggle out of my clothes
Trying to be inconspicuous 
I don't want to be noticed
Maybe I will blend in?
I lay on my towel 
Stiff as a board
Rigid with fear

I still have my sunglasses on
Hiding behind the blackened lens
People walk past
They don't notice me
Because here I'm the same as everyone else
Your status in life not important
Just normal people having fun
A day on the beach like any other
Playing bat and ball
Everything bouncing
They do not care
They are happy and free
Confident and proud 
Happy in the skin they're in

We are all equal
Embracing nature
I start to relax
Stretch marks and flabby bits
All my flaws bared
But suddenly I don't  care 
No one is ogling me 
I am anonymous and I like
No more body issues
Self-hatred and self-harm
No more hang ups
I am free from those chains
Which bound me for many years

No longer do I worry
During the hot long summer months
Finding a quiet spot is always easy
Plenty of room for everyone 
Bathers respecting your space
Too far away to see anything close
Public but still private 

So if nudists are all perverts
Does that make me one too?
I'm just a normal person 
But I love the feeling of being free 
At one with nature 
Like when I was born
No clothes to hinder me
I am now free
Naked and proud

Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015

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 | Free verse |

I Sail Away

As the last opalescent glow of sunset fades away, I sail this ship alone towards a crimson horizon, over a starlit sea through the soft lapping of waves which lullaby my destiny. I sail this ship alone far from the powdered sand Far from the pebbled beach,Far from my sun-kissed land. Tonight there is no moon ,but there is a sparkle in the sky A starry night so still filled with beacons of bright light. Tomorrow births a new dawn, a song within a dream Meadows of yellow buttercups and fields of evergreen Tomorrow I'll be greeted by a silk winged butterfly A host of daffodils and golden dandelions, by warmth within a smile Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore, feel fresh salt- spray upon my cheeks I'll dance barefoot in the wind, as Spring breathes in lotus leaves.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Cuando Me Enamoro I

She was sitting on her bed while resting her back against a pillow that she placed vertically against the headboard. The chilly evening breeze managed to sneak inside to her bedroom so she snuggled her legs under her thick comforter. Her face was expressionless to begin with- she felt empty and hollow. She scrolled through her music playlist and played the song "Cuando me Enamoro" by Enrique Iglesias. It has been a while since she had listened to it. Spanish songs never fail to lift her soul as they always give her tingles and tickles.

When I am falling in love (Cuando me enamoro).

Closed her eyes and she could imagine herself walking towards a beach. She pictured a white large beach resort facing towards the ocean. It's sunset now.  "Pero por dentro, entiende que no puedo, y a veces me pierdo..." That song again; sweetly paired with invigorating beats produced by a light brown bongo and perfectly harmonized with passionate husky voices. It matched with a benign nylon strings of a Spanish guitar which were plucked meticulously.

Huu...uuu...cuando me enamoro...

The feminine wind rippled through her white maxi dress. She took hold of her sun hat so that it won't get knocked off by the wind. Her long dark blonde hair was blown softly. 

She was swayed by the moment but to her despair a few strands entered her mouth so she quickly got them out and tucked them in behind her right ear in order to not look like a person who's too starved they eat their own hair.

(Okay, back to the beachy mood.)

The music is still playing... obviously because she put it on repeat. The bongo is her favorite part- it mixes so well with other instruments. She smiled as she listened to it. The feeling of confidence has started to seep in so she decided to act as if she was wise and had experienced every ups and downs in life.

Si la luna sería tu premio, yo juraría hacer cualquier...

(continue to Cuando Me Enamoro II)

Copyright © Nur Abidah Mahri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


I’m sitting silently listening to the swoosh swoosh of the sea
Children paddle in icy sapphire water, so young and carefree
Their screams of innocent laughter are ringing in my ear
I reminisce of my childhood and dream of yesteryear

Of days before computers and the electronic age
Mobile phones weren’t invented, now they are all the rage
Bleep Bleep Bleep oh how irritating, it is a constant noise
But now they are essential to many young girls and boys

Life so full of simple pleasures, wind blowing through my hair
Running round barefooted with kites floating in mid air
Digging spectacular sandcastles with a dramatic moat
Splashing around in the sea together in a tiny little boat

Enjoying a perfect picnic on the golden sand
Getting an ice cream and it melting down my hand
Finding stunning starfish and a pretty pink seashell
Take them into school to display at show and tell

Climbing into craggy rock pools with a fishing net
Falling on the rocks getting clothes soaking wet
Bathing beauties on the beach topping up a tan
Suns rays beating down they wish they had a fan


Written for Vibrant Verse Contest 2 Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |


As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.

She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. 
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing

To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.

I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.

Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.

Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night 
You are my queen of the night.

Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Cuando Me Enamoro II

Her shadows followed her while she was strolling alongside the beach. The red hues of sunset fell upon her skin and emphasized the freckles on her cheeks. The girl desperately wanted to remember the taste of independence and openness. For some reason, the loud sound of the crashing waves complemented the song beautifully like when Haley Reinhart collaborated with Casey Abrams. She felt the rough texture of every grain of sand beneath her feet and squished it only to see that they come right out between her toes. Some Spanish dancers dancing Flamenco would be perfect here...and a cocktail or a glass of Sangria... or both. 

Cuando menos me lo espero me enamoro, se detiene el tiempo...

The wind is getting colder. A few boulders were seen just near the shore. One of them was dry and large enough for her to sit on top of. She hugged her knees and gazed out across the broad crimson sea, throwing the feeling of longing far towards the horizon. A mixture of maroon, apricot and amber colors painted the sky, performing a balmy gradient. A few small crows were present, like splashes of blank ink splattered across a canvas. 

Si la luna sería tu premio, yo juraría hacer cualquier cosa por ser su dueño, por ser tu dueño, oh...

She stayed there until the sun buried itself into the horizon and the bright spotlights at the beach resort were switched on. -The music stopped abruptly-

She slowly opened her eyes ... One by one, the furniture in her bedroom came to view. She looked out the window and it was so dark outside, it was already night. The girl lifted the comforter to take a look at her two paralyzed legs and let out a small sigh. She closed her eyes and subsided into her bed quietly. pictured the same beach and continued her fantasy. Only this time with different song.

Si pudiera bajarte una estrella del cielo, lo haría sin pensarlo dos veces, porque te quiero, ay, y hasta un lucero, ay.

26 March 2016
A'bidah Mahri

Copyright © Nur Abidah Mahri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Six Words

Love so constant, ebb and flows.


Entry for John Lawless' "Six Words" contest

Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.

Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Animated freedom

Beach time freedom-
lovers frolic gleefully
on the sandy shore.

Copyright © Jack Eldridge | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:

"the shortest road is the one 
that you know, 
 the longest road is the one 
that you love"

soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell

I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again 
so well. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Florida Summer

Dizzy from the red cup party.
Walking blocks to the beach.
Ears still ringing and singing songs off key.
Swearing as we held hands and danced 
To the music of the blaring cars that drove by.

We were so young and full of obnoxious witty spirit.
The five of us kicking off our high heels as we left trails of red, 
white and blue clothes tossed over the damp sand.

Warm sea water drowned in our mascara 
as the black X’s washed off the tops of our hands.
Get in! We yelled to the starring boys as they walked by.

Our bare breast as floats as we laid on our backs
to watch the  lively fireworks over our spiraling heads.
The moon lite ocean and five girls splashing their arms.
This is what Florida Summer was made of. 

Copyright © Eve Almonte | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Haiku Six

Ancient piece of wood
Washed up on secluded beach
Lovers seek it's shelter

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


She ran! Away from the noise Away from all her troubles Away from her sorrows Away from their judgmental stares The useless side talks The back biting She ran! Away from it all And into the warm embrace of the night The road was lonely But she cared not It was just what she needed The beauty of silence Peace She arrived at her destination Her place of solace Her favorite spot Her favorite time of the day The beach at night Beautiful it was She loved the beach at night No one in sight Just right! She inhaled the salty air And exhaled the foul air of strife Just what she needed It was cold But she cared not The peace felt like a warm blanket around her She needed this The ocean was magnificent It brought joy to her soul She smiled at its powerful waves They beat hard against the face of the ocean They spoke kind words to her And approached her feet in submission Kissing the shoreline This thrilled her She sat before it Savoring her few hours of bliss and solitude She looked up at the moon and smiled The moon smiled back at her Her night friend He loved her frequent visits here She loved them too The perfect therapy! She tried to bury all sad thoughts The drama and pain she left behind She deserved this peace Tomorrow she’ll fight again But tonight she would savor this beautiful view And drink it all in…sweet peace! By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © SylviaChika 2016 The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea. - Isak Dinesen

Copyright © Sylvia Chika | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Ocean Dance

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

Details | Free verse |

soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans

Copyright © randi west | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |


Barefoot, I want to leisurely walk
Feeling soft sands and pebbles as I stroll
Uncarelessly, nature's wind will blow
Along is my hair that lossened from a bow

Little waves from the sea will wet my feet
Yet, I do not care let it be, let me feel
Spreading and raising both arms open wide
Immensely uniting with the air and sun glow
Closing my eyes and bare my lips though

Blood in my veins run deep warmth 
Air enters freely in my lungs
Swaying lightly my body on left and right
Dancing with nature a sweet flight

I start to sing songs and hum, 
Singing soulfully on top of my lungs
One with awesome nature, not with anyone 
Indeed a wonderful magnificent hang

11:46 am


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014