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Details | ABC |

My Handicap Beach

My Handicap Beach

As I lay here and look out the window from our hotel at the absolutely amazing view..
It makes me wonder how something so simple creates such beauty and always seems so new..
I feel sadness for those who pass by every day and don’t think another thought about..
The beauty that surrounds them from the beach and the water with the waves washing in and out..
The lighthouse that stands unintentionally stoic and tall and lights the way for those out at sea..
And the sand that finally runs across my toes which has been a dream for so long for me…
This was only possible with the help of a loving person who got me where I needed to go…
And to whom I really hope does realize how much they have helped me in many ways to grow..
And there are always a few people that have to make a spectacle of a girl in a wheelchair..
As they walk by me and say things in a whisper as if they think I can’t hear along with a stare here and there..
If they only knew that It was one of the best days of my life and that I am feeling so relaxed and at ease..
I will take all of their comments and let them go over my head along with the beautiful breeze..
Because this morning I may have been the disabled girl on the beach which was a wonderful thing to me..
And until you learn to see the view from down in a wheelchair every day I don’t care what you think you see...
Because today my view was from the warm sand on a beach towel that was laid down just for me and was the best..
Day I have had in so long because I was no longer that poor gilt in the wheelchair and felt almost like all of the rest..
Of beach goers and comers to the new jersey shore in Atlantic City and right on the pier that is very well known..
For gambling and partying but for me it was just to feel the sand on my toes and feel like I was not handicapped if even for a few moments alone..
Coming home with my stuff in disarray the way it always is along with a few souvenirs because they are from my very first trip away from home..
I loved it so much and want to thank those who took me long on a short but awesome vacation to start me going more which I really hope..
Because it’s nice sometimes to go to places that make you feel different than the usual girl in the wheelchair always needing help from what I call in my head my proverbial rope..
Buffy Sammons

Copyright © Buffy Sammons | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Time Stamps In The Sand - collab with Darren White

Aimless foot prints mark a wind torn shore 
deserted rifts splitting a secluded scene, 
(where romance rocked a heart between 
painted paradise and realness once adored) 
our heads inevitable drift even deeper inside 

And as blood red curtains paint a choppy sea 
where last sun rays die a temporary death, 
(so wondrous how they hold their breath 
to pat one later on the back with glee) 
even shallower time stamps left by our feet

Everything erased a minute after we passed by
incessant and unrelenting a water without feel,
(your hand in mine, I bend over and steal
evening breeze kisses, almost shy)
and find myself in you a place to hide

An uncertain future held without hope
washed away shores with unfulfilled dreams,
(but because nothing is as bad as it seems
with you by my side, I can certainly cope)
together our spirits and lives are complete

                    Darren White
                    Tim Smith

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Just A Day At The Beach

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

Details | Free verse |


I was a runner
fleeing from homespun horrors that
wrapped around my delicacy like a tourniquet

Only a child attempting to bestir
the warrior dormant within;
having no idea the enthrallment 
she reveled in,
I learned to accost my demons

Nigh, even at the wide-eyed age of eight,
I found, in a hand-crafted cardboard crate, 
my only chance at freedom

Every Saturday I'd sneak away
to my makeshift universe
that gave life to dreams unspoken --

I would crouch and crawl 
through thorn-encrusted branches 
enclosed in a thicket, 
sunbeams cutting into the tangles
alighting my face, piercing my eyes

The oceans breath
cascaded over the brush,
and everything, suppressed,
would fall into a hush
until I breached the winding path

Amongst the jungle of weeds/rose garlanded structures, 
high above the jagged rocks
and wide open mouth of the watery abyss,
my hideaway centered --
flimsy cardboard walls,
brightly painted bold brazen symbols protecting all who entered, 
tightly sealed with an invisible lock
opening only when voices of forgotten children fluttered through the air

I'd stand silent beneath the incandescent sky,
for just a moment,
breathing deep the silken salty breeze
and thrust my arms out to the sides 
like the seagulls hovering over the loud, fathomless cavern of the sea,
Losing myself in the mist

Copyright © JENN Snowburg | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |

Sunday Drive

a long Sunday drive
south on a winding beach road
to find my poem
I listen for profound words
from a knowing wind and sea

written 3/30/15 for Rick's One New Tanka Contest 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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 | 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 | Free verse |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

riding the waves and forgetting

riding the waves and forgetting
erasing the thought of time from my mind
becoming one with nothingness and it delight
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
being taught that i am not the only one
becoming even more schooled of the many facets of relaxation
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
looking forward to forward looking
becoming content with the clear definition of Me
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
finding the true meaning of blissful serenity
uncovering the secret to the marine vibrations of divinity
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
clearing my head of any dark, dreary thoughts
removing the blanket that i allowed to blockade my every view for way too long
God is here....wading in the water with me....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Looking to Sea

I walk along the ocean shore
To seek refuge from all my strife.
The wave-soaked sand serves as my floor.
Stars guide my reflections on life.

I cast my gaze to ocean’s roar
In search of helpful solutions. 
Like countless other souls before,
Wanting more than trite locutions.

Just then a vessel passes by,
Its lights merely a few dim specks.  
Its dip below horizon nigh,
Concealing those who ply its decks.

The steady din of waves breaking
Washes my consciousness to sleep.
‘Til seagull’s squawk gets me waking,
And pondering the ocean’s deep.
Now back to my thirst for answers,
For enlightenment from the seas;
Distant waves break – tiny dancers; 
Possibilities in its breeze.
Maybe that’s the sum of it all -
The shore’s a retreat from our fuss. 
A harbor from life’s random squall;
But the steering is up to us.


Copyright © Bartholomew Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2013

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 | Light Poetry |


ihen its hot
am a a beach lot
as they walk by
it catches my eye
thats make me aware
its a

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |

Linda - embed


Copyright © AnnaLinda W. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |


Be like waves which crash on the jetty

Washing all our impurities away

Waves like a crescent curtain dangling in its fringes

Unearthing sunken precious stones

Hurling them up above the elevation

Hanging on dear life right ahead

Waves that don't crush us because we wish it

Waves that surface and in turn are subdued

Waves we are in this depth of consciousness

Appeal to and unearth your Godly wisdom

Uphold and hang in the untimely crush

Be strong, be heard, be known and be well

For all will suffice at the end of the spray

Copyright © Coty Benrimoj | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Fireworks Go Off

Later on today...yeah...
Fireworks are gonna sound like
Gunshots in each direction...
But, it looks like a growing sunflower in the air
The sounds are too much to bear...
Scaring cats and dogs away...
Confusion sticks to us...like a leech 
I'm not feeling okay...I want to go to the beach
I have a migraine...okay? 
Let me swim away into the ocean

Fireworks go off, but I'm caught in waves of motion...

And I forget about the commotion...

Thank the Lord Almighty...
For His loving-kindness and peace He plants in me 

I'm Experiencing
Cloud 7
Again...thank heaven 

I get afraid when 
Fireworks go off
I get spooked out in the den
Full of lions and I have 





REJOICE! It's fourth of July!
Oooh! Look at the glorious, black velvet sky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

American Atlantic Blue Yacht

Palm trees, laying in the ocean
Honey, save me, save the mermaids
Pin-up girls are laughing from heaven
Golden water horses are spinning ‘round us
Oh no devil is on our side
He stole that American Atlantic Blue Yacht
Oh he knows how to be my man

You are my street racer
Midnight blue answer
Gimme Disney dollars
Cristals and bourbon yo

Creatures from the black lagoon
Burning roses in my room
Oh my God i saw a boom

You know, I have got a crush on you
Swimming in an American Atlantic Blue Yacht with you
We are totally fine
I don’t believe in turquoise stars anymore

You are my street racer
Midnight blue answer
Gimme Disney dollars
Cristals and bourbon yo

Creatures from the black lagoon
Burning roses in my room
Oh my God i saw a boom

The woman you love is dead
Oh she’s so fake
But she’s obsessed with your races
Drive her one more time, you know she loves it

You are my street racer
Midnight blue answer
Gimme Disney dollars
Cristals and bourbon yo

Creatures from the black lagoon
Burning roses in my room
Oh my God i saw a boom

Copyright © Floral Flowers | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pantoum |

Pacific Pleasures

A mirror of blue and aqua hue
Glass that expands over endless miles
Enjoyed within the gloaming view
Palm Trees sway on verdant isles

Glass that expands over endless miles
Melodies float upon rainy mists
Palm trees sway on verdant isles
Where ocean waves and blue skies kiss

Melodies float upon rainy mists
Mermaids play and sea nymphs hide
Where ocean waves and blue skies kiss
He listens to the roaring tide

Mermaids play and sea nymphs hide
Enjoyed within the gloaming view
He listens to the roaring tide
A mirror of blue and aqua hue

Copyright © Cheryl Koko Koomoa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Anchored on a windy beach

Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm

To chronicle tales of my hearts longings 
And memoirs of my gradual bondings 
To enthral my thoughts in the expanse of time 
Parading on the lowly impasse of my prime 

To write poetry ,prose or mystery fiction
Titled love on a mission to submission 
For winds of change will unravel the future
And the dust of defeat will cover the past 

Invulnerable In dens of sublime realms
where embers of hope forever gleams 
Sparked moments that never fade nor flicker 
Down the coconut groves lining the ocean Vast 

Departing the depths of calamity chosen 
To savour the dews of my late night hours   
And devour not the memorable endeavours 
For beauty was with me in those moments 

One Inevitably engulfed in avid desires
An adherent of the much awaited messiah 
With amalgam of glee and humility 
And simple life of truth and sincerity 

Traversing the blissful cavalcade holds 
I contemplate in dissonant folds 
Harrowing scenes from the sunset vives 
I linger in my skimming crimson skies 

Seemingly, my life plied on out worn roads
Embalmed by these hands in worded codes 
In tongues of my fore fathers decent 
I will lounge in their culture with no lament 

Like those who came before me 
Who fought oppressors from over the sea 
and their legends enshrined in echoing songs 
Of "murmurs of pleasures, pains, and wrongs"

Whereon mindful of the lot i ought to do 
Arrayed within scenes from over the hue 
Gradually with hasty steps into depths unexplored 
And withdraws, into chambers of happiness and scenes adored 

To let the crest of my turning tossing mind detach from fearful odds 
And my blessed struggling kind flee from the twilight of the earthly gods 
So my heart and soul finally infuse with the fluidity of my course 

Down the  avenues of my maturity 
Down the patterns of my progress 
Down the depths of my humility 
Down the tangled maze of my life I confess...

..In swirling moon beams of alluring calm 
A faith in doubt amid a battering qualm 
Under clouds which housed the days of yore 
On this shell and plastic littered shore.

Copyright © Kofi Amed | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Beach

The Beach  -- Ruth. R. --        11-25-2014    --  (Dedicated to my Best Friend)

The Ocean so blue 
waves coming and going
Rocks formed by sand and craters 
A beauty for the eye to see.

Wont you come and stroll with me
hold my hand explore with me
The wondrous sights 
The Beach beholds

lay on a rock and feel the breeze
that the ocean sends to thee
watching peacefully as the 
Ocean crashes against rocks
splashes of waves  
Stare out to sea and you will see
a sight so peaceful calm indeed

for miles unend a beautiful ocean blue 
the calm and beautiful ocean and it wonderous
sight to see. 

take my hand out stretch your arms
as far as we can reach
as you lay upon these rocks 
observing a tranquil day at the BEACH.. 

Copyright © Ruth R. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |

Selkirk Alone 1707

Marooned the word
Waves hiss at my dilemma
And palms caress
The trade winds brought me here.
Sad flotsam serves
The stuff of my crude cabin
And jungle goop
A remedy 
For skitters quite severe.
The hardy gulls
Companions each blue morning
Who show me shells
For boiled meat, tasty too.
And wood stocked high
For bonfires
In the darkness
Bringing hope
And maybe glad rescue.
I lift myself
With songs once learned
In childhood
And written thoughts penned
On a sun-dried leaf.
But none to hear
Or offer back
Rich comment
To bring this castaway relief.
Dear God I know your care
And closeness ever
And see your Hand
In gripping starlit sky.
But strength is sparse
And months expired
Beyond all number
Yet still tomorrow I will try.


Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The house of winds and waters

Two emerald coasts frame
the cape of the ancient pirates
Among its smooth greyish white rocks 
cedar trees being grown faintly within the centuries 
their volume curved exposing to exogenous powers 
their lawless shadow, a shelter 
under the strong Mediterranean sun.

North wind’s continuous touch
intercepts worries that being fired
shifts them far to the mountainous villages
until their thin structure accedes to the hasty clouds
becomes one with the view; thoughts, cliffs, sun and sky.
Hair disheveled, blown towards all directions
fragments of sand all over the skin.

Morning dreams lave in the water edge
dazzling crystal surface of the sea hurts the eyes
Aqua iridescences invite to be integrated
A deep breath, the playful buoyance and I caress
the wave’s ripples being embossed on the fine pearly sand 
of the untrodden seabed, pure light and eternal time, 
my underwater kingdom lasts as my longest breath.

* A poem inspired by the place "Mikri Vigla" in Naxos island, Cyclades Greece.

Copyright © Ordinary May | Year Posted 2017

Details | Classicism |

The Longest Sea Beach

Bangladesh has got lots of natural beauty,
This is nothing but for us God's bounty;
Cox's bazar sea beach is the longest all over the world,
It's wonderful beauty can compare to the dreamworld.
When the rising sun starts shining 
The barking sound of the water seems to lion's roaring;
Standing on such a hill,
The roaring sound makes our mind thrill;
When the sun about to setting-
The lovely colour starts to dancing ;
If we are bare footed on the beach,
We can enjoy the view as long as our eyes can reach,
If we walk into the water's edge,
At any time the wind can change.
The sea weeds can gather near to the shore 
The children can collect them with wonder and say, more! more!! more!!!

Copyright © Md Shahadat Hossain | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

If you could would you

If you could. Would you?
If you could change the world.
What you do?
Would you walk the sandy beaches and clean them once more.
Would you make the city streets? Like the pretty country roads
If you could would you walk with a stranger and call him a friend.
Would you end the wars and hate. And fills it with joy and love?
Would you stop all the killing of those that did no wrong.
If you could would you get on your knees and pray to god. To help you make these changes.
If you could> Would you?

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2015