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Beach Journey Poems | Beach Poems About Journey

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Details | Dramatic Verse |

the day you flew to Heaven

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "

Copyright © Shanity Rain | 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 | Rhyme |

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 | List |

Low Tide

Low Tide
Act 1: Sand
I remember
The hushed curve of a wave
Spooling around my heart
Unfurled strength
Melting to the rhythm of a calming storm
Passing across the damp reflection of evening sand
Act 2: Moon
I remember
The fickle breath of foam
Whispering against my back
Honey-stained Paspalum
Basking in slivers of bleached sun
Leaping across the sails of a thousand ships
Act 3: Stars
I remember
The depth of an ocean’s sigh
Reaching refuge along the shoreline
A chandelier of stars
Paying homage to the distant pull of a planet
Soaked in swirls of methylene blue

Copyright © Edmund Linton | Year Posted 2015

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 | Rhyme |

Blown Away

Stand here crucified with sin
Pummeled by the howling wind

Arms stretched wide, just you and me
Thrown to the mercy of the sea

Torn open to the blackest ocean's
Hypnotic, murky, moody motion 

Pulled to the edge and feeling small
Drawn here by your ghostly call

Rooted there on ancient stone
Petrified, I'm not alone

Through violent waves I search for calm
Trusting you'll do me no harm

Souls screaming, shattered space and time 
Take back what's yours, give me what's mine

Tortured surf, I feel your pain
I will not sink in you again

Jet black water, purple skies
Stung my ears and pierced my eyes

Primal, raw, bathed in your song
Part of you, though don't belong

Your ice cold breath whipping my face
It's time for me to leave this place

I turned my back in to the night
Stare up at your guardian light

Black hounds descend and steal the day
Pounding heart, I'm blown away!

Copyright © SCOTT HARRIS | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

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 | 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 | I do not know? |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...

it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | 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 | Sonnet |



Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
High was the crest as it arced and fell free,
from the chilled night sky and onto the dune.
The sand danced ribbons across the shore, 
it caught it's breath in the eye of a wave. 
Then it rolled and thundered its silken score, 
and dug a dune song in carving the cave. 
From out of the dark and damp of the hole, 
to slip past the shells and pools from the tide. 
It oozed in white foam to swallow the knoll,
then pulled by the moon to start a new ride.
Full Moon in the night, it prowls like a cat,
to stalk the next swell, give rise, and fall flat.

By Edlynn Nau
© May 28, 2016 

For the Contest: Pin A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson 
Placement: 5th 

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | 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 | Sonnet |

Te Arai Point

 The sun lit the sky and I lit a joint,
   And the mood was gay and so was Tinley!
 Then onward to the coast - Te Arai Point -
   On that long dusty trail through Forestry.
 Back in an age of substance over style,
   A tall "scab" or ten in the tussock grass,
 But the gulf wind off Great Barrier Isle
   Blew waves to the shore and sand up my arse!
 A campfire did blaze its windward chill
   Till long into the night its flames we'd stoke,
 And gazed at the stars till we had our fill  
   With magic silver bullets up in smoke!
 From our tents at dawn raised the living dead
 And hit the surf and dunes on the beachhead. 


                    March 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |

The tanker's Final Journey

Ominous clouds cluster on the horizon,
Immense waves smash over the deck,
Lashing! Crashing!  Punishing!  Pounding!
Screeching metal as the hull bursts open,
Pouring its jet black cargo
Into the frothing, raging ocean.
Lightning flashes, illuminates a tragedy;
Liquid death spills from its broken heart.

Copyright © Rose Whelan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


MaySea Mae loves to play play play. 

She has an imaginary friend named JaySea Jae. 

They laugh and talk all day in their tractor tire sandbox. 

In the blistering sun they bury treasure with their bare hands and draw maps with chalk on the sidewalk. 

At night they make believe; pretending to be on a real beach; talking about many moons. 

A caricature building experience colored in bright reds, purples and blues. 
Animated like real life cartoons. 

After a good day of rain, they make castles out of sand.

Using a shovel and a bucket, MaySea Mae plays drums in JaySea Jae's ultra famous big hit, fun band. 

Ma' and Pa' join in on the action and dance as their number one biggest, best fans. 

And they walk off into the sunset holding each others hands.

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Song For The Day

The footsteps of children in beach
When fresh salt water breeze to their face reach
Caressing their cheeks and sharing their joy
And rising like tide to reach the sky.

The portal of this pristine feeling engraved in heart
Rises the happiness like the Sun in horizon bright
To sail the ship of their wish to the distant land
Where they spread their culture with different brand.

And at dusk to feel the pleasantness of the twilight
After finishing their task of the day at sight
Spending each day of their life this way
The light will shine along their path all the way.

Copyright © Venkatesh Raghava | Year Posted 2016

Details | Footle |


Fun time.

Start car.
Go far.

First stop.
Beach shop.

I scream.
Ice cream.

Jump in.
For swim.

Beach ball.
All fall.

Sun bathe.
Skin save.

Sun set.
All get.

In car.
Go far.

Back home.
Good roam.

Night night.
Sleep tight.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

Making Foot Prints

I'm making foot prints as I step on the sand as the waves start to crash on top of the rocks. I'm making foot prints in the sand as the doves fly by and the waves come crashing up on the clift. I'm making foot prints by taking one step in the sand as the waves come to the shore as the water glides over my feet, washing every foot print away by the shore line. I'm making foot prints in the sand as the sun sets on the beautiful sky line. I'm making foot prints in the sand as I am taking a deep breath, and sighing, looking at the sky, with every breath I take and every foot print I make, is another challenge toward the unknown.  

Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Navigating the landscape

Lush, mossy greens cling to rock mountains 
looming at shore edges like guarding towers
blotting out the sun beyond them.

The boat I ride navigate around this landscape
not really looking for a hideaway from life
nor to let the gloom beneath  consume me.

There is no wind shrieking into the stillness
All is calm, and so my life should be
but why this debilitating sense of euphoria?

This feeling clings to me with such tenacity
lurks under the surface of my own landscape
it's hopeless to blend into its vagaries.

Everything I touch is mere papery veneer
that turns grey as I age not so gracefully
every corner I turn brings me to a cul-de-sac.

I carry around a montage of jumbled thoughts
like chains it bogs me down and so I search for
other landscapes to bring me scraps of hope.

@jjote 02/17/2017

Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

From Kandy to Bentota beach

From Kandy to Bentota beach a road goes on and on,
The road is curvy, road of people, country road,
That scarcely seen is from the westerness.
From Kandy to Bentota beach this road goes on and on.

The jungle on the right and left, the jungle everywhere,
That rarely stopped is by the fields of tea,
The only order that one finds out there,
The one and only link the natives with the out world share.

The curvy road goes ever on as to the end of days,
But slowly straighten its meanders for the human joy,
As if forgetting jungle roots and meeting life anew,
It from the jungle into cities to eyes slowly strays.

You do not know when jungle ends and when the beach commence,
All that you know when you arrive at the Bentota beach,
Is that the jungle paradise is far away from reach,
You should have stopped and turned around when you still had your chance.

Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Castaway cutout

Glue together
  Flu barretta
   Sick sorry sad soul
     Alone in my bones
       Castaway island moon
         Crying at me dying whilst the suns sighing
           And birds flying
Broken chair broken pieces

  Glue me 
   Fix me then send me out on a 
    Boat to flee to sea away from 
    Self destruction
                  Into the storm to journey
                              For a better life on the otherside
                              Of the world

Copyright © Matthew Webb | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The 80's Became The Present Again

The 80's Became The Present Again

On the coast of Oahu
here, I was on a beach bus,
circling a sweet picture
in my mind,
white sands, blue seas, palms,
rolling all along
in a candy store.
It was a beautiful beach setting,
a beautiful scenic bus ride ...
how can it get any better?
Three college aged girls
wearing the tiniest bikinis
get on.
Satin and those tan lines
stretching my imagination.
The candy store sales
hit the roof.
The beach bus crooned.
Seated next to me 
was an old man,
a few years older than me,
who suddenly became
young again.
His eyes were as conspicuous
as can be,
eyeing the sweets,
especially the brunette
with the black bottom,
at first was naive
of giving old dogs a bone.
The old man kept looking like
a kid in a candy store.
He had that open mouth look.
His eyes sparkled.
I did, too.
I was close behind.
My eyes taking sideward 
glances through the cracks
of my fingers
seeing the 80's again.
By now the girls are on to us.
No doubt feeling old mens eyes
taking liberties,
poking fantasies,
our eyes and heart palpations
creeping along their skin.
In a fleeting moment
the balloon fizzled.
The joke is on us.
Black bottom and her two friends
cover themselves with towels.
There's a hush.
Are those hooves I hear?
Are patrons running back 
to the candy store 
seeking refunds,
led by the two old men.
They did.
Did the bus lose it's croon?
It did.
There was dryness in my throat
and a fire hydrant wanting to gush loose
in my dreams.
And out of humanity
we look over at the girls,
once again,
maybe with repentance 
in our eyes this time.
They shrugged,
they smiled,
adding backpacks on top
of their towels.
I look out the window.
The 80's became the present again.

connie pachecho


Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

Details | Kyrielle |


Upon the oceans rising swell
Albatross, penguins, seals as well
On the surface, or down below
For eight months the life they’ll know

Natures call to procreation!
And miles from their destination.
Until that call, life was so slow
For eight months the life they’ll know

For most when destinations reached
Most babies born where mothers beached
Done, back to sea where they’ll grow
For eight months the life they’ll know

Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |

The Bridge

crossing the bridge to 
becomes the routine

desires become circular
as time turns
circles start to become desirable
to hide within

becomes you
not the place you want to be in.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2017