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Details | Ballad |
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

Details | Monorhyme |
I swim to an unknown rocky strand, marooned by the captain's hand,
Up on the barren shore I stand, up on the wave-washed sand.
The sandpipers dance a saraband; could I like the birds withstand?
Held by the bars of a coral band, alone in a rocky land.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
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 | I do not know? |
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
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 | Romanticism |
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 | I do not know? |
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 | Elegy |
I am the spark of fire
Come of the heaps of ashes
Of the deceased, 
I am not afraid of death
 I am ever momentary birth
Of the immortality, 
I wake up in the song
Of the Great Time, 
I am on running ever
My soul peeps into obscurity
Like a sword of grass

I am not a coward 
To bow down at the feet of naked gods
My risen heart sustains the rhythm 
Of the universe
Like the wave of ocean
I can break through the broken
For the new ever

I am I can be
If you don’t stand by me
I can’t wait for a while
Time is too cruel to shed tears
Time is too fast to get at
Time is too restless to console
I am on fighting and struggling
For upholding my essence
In the cradle of the debris

I never allow getting my soul defeated
I am seed of the eternity
To sprout anywhere, 
My drop of blood can make
The flood of victory! 
Every feeling of the thought
Can kindle the damp mind of nation: 
Every realization
Every remonstration
Every contradiction
Like dust of soil
Hold the vast creation
I am among the all of it
However a bit! 
Yet I am fit to beat prejudices
Vanity and barbarism, 
To bring love to this world
You can never hurt me
And touch me
Beyond all touch and clash, 
But I am in you with you
Even around you ever, 
I am a bit of cause of the great cause 
To cause this universe
Both diversity and conformity 
Cause me to concern the integration 
                 Of body and mind

Copyright © SANKAR SARKAR | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

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 | Verse |
I'm sitting along the Bosphorus
watching the russian tankers pass by.
They are big,
so am l.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
When you first said you were in love, we were standing at the edge of the sea, just you and me and the sand beneath our feet, staring out over the water to where the sun and sea meet. 
You said you were in love with a girl who had shipwrecks in her smile, and eyes like a storm. The kind of eyes that every once in a while, would clear into the bluest of skies, and you could fly away right into them. 
I couldn't bring myself to look up at you, so I just looked at the water that kisses my toes, because god only knows that a boy like you could never be talking about a girl like me. But then you said my name, and I swear no one will ever be able to say it the same way you did, and I couldn't stop myself from looking at you and smiling just a bit. And you just had to say the worlds that stopped my heart for the second time that day, "there it is, that shipwreck of a smile..." And in that moment in time, everything was just fine. 
But baby, if only you knew what a shipwreck the rest of me was. 
Because I loved you like the ocean loves the shore, a love that makes you constantly come back for more. And you loved me the way the morning sun loves the dew on a leaf, in the brief moment it's there, the sun makes the dew shine and sparkle like something brand new, but all to quickly, it dries up and is gone.
And now I realize that I could never make you stay. 
Because when I showed you more than my shipwreck smile, and you saw shipwreck that was my soul that had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, you knew I was far to broken... And you left me here, with sand in my bed and a hurricane in my head. 
Because I loved you with every drop of water in the sea, but you never took the time to learn how to swim... Instead you crawled out of the surf and walked down the beach, just out of my reach, until I was left alone with my shipwrecks and sand castle home.
So my blue eyes have turned back to gray, and I'm back at the edge of the sea. But this time there is no you, all there is, is me. And now its bittersweet, that I can feel the same sand under my feet as I dive into the waves and swim away to the place where the sun and sea meet. Maybe I'll find you there, at the place where the sun and sea meet.

Copyright © Allie Rosenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Glistening throngs walk in detached cadence 
Sweating long necks on a production line
Along the boardwalk
Pungent saltwater and fried dough drifts
Ocean meets country fair

Constant clamor of teen and seagull
A multitude of color variation
Red to black
Whiffs of Coppertone and Noxzema
To ease the pain of the vain and pale

Summer at Happy Hampton Beach
Arcade upon arcade
Clinking bells and whirly sounds
“You’re a Winner!” it screams
And then we are gone, until next year

Copyright © John Trainer | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I'm all alone with pen in reach
on this  solitary beach.
I must create as words command.
I'm peopling this lonely land
and making castles out of  sand.

In the place where words won't reach
the lie is told there's one for each.
With solitary pen in hand.
I tried and tried to understand;
to make word castles out of sand.

I am alone, there's none in reach
I'm only left this lonely beach.
The pen slips from my tired hand.
Perhaps one day, I'll understand.
There was a castle, made of sand.


written  for John Heck's Contest:BLINK! to reflect the theme of  LONELINESS.

Copyright © Dory Chrest | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |
Pine branch on the beach
I break the needles to smell
Christmas memories

Copyright © Molly Montgomery | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
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 | Free verse |
I walk with my sister and we are young
And her knees are less broken; they swallow
petrel calls and soon we are
equivalent. I call these my oceans. I
shriek with my sister, we wished the 
evenings would take our wolf-like sounds
and make us un-speeched. 
We are straight and know the meaning of 
artificiality. It is this:
jingoism, pesticide,
beaches steeped in rich, naked men.
I promise to protect my sister from optimism,
and together we are impatiently
consumed by mosquito thirst. When we grow
pale, I offer her dirty laundry,
grass stains. In her mind, she is already
past alternatives, and has forgotten
those rhythms. Beneath the ocean, I am
subdued and I am drowning in inanity
And there is a chain wrapped around my sisters
foot; really it is a snake. I am
bellowing the chains, willing her to acquiesce,
but she whispers to the snake,
sweetly, and it slackens, and she is walking
into naked beaches. 

Copyright © Grace Zha | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Lonely beach I walk along this lonely beach, dodging seashells washed ashore The sand is wet upon my feet, another day I must endure I glance around the darkened dunes with wind so cold against my skin The tide retreats, I wish I could, I long to feel her kiss again A rising sun atop the waves, illuminates what I now see But I don’t care this morning view, I just wish she were here with me Good morning Soupers

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |
Sat on a beach, found myself alone
Funny how life has turned out this time
My legs are bitten then bitten again by flies,
Whilst my feet dangle listless in rock pools

As the sea laps against the sandy shore,
I am reminded of just how much time has passed
The sun is warm, trying her best to console,
With a breeze that speaks of a cooler time

Young girls laugh and swear above their years,
Whilst inside I sigh a sigh way above mine
A father plays in the break with his little boy,
I remember how much I miss mine

The scenery before me is beautiful though,
Aware of a gift that is heaven sent
However, today I feel is a sad day for me,
The day I went to the beach alone

Copyright © R. Pinchen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
If I died right now who would know
Lingering slowly 
Slowly I would fade
Blackness consumes my conscious 
Sad everyday 
Lonely feels cold
Unreasonably cold and dark 
To feel another breath would create a story
If you could be mine
I would build a sandcastle with you
And live forever in it

Copyright © Cole Pew | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Walking with hands empty and a hole in my heart..
Steps are slow as the people I pass begin to part..
My thoughts are a million miles away to place where 
life was a little clearer...
Another image passes through my mind as nameless
faces pass through my mirror....
I can't see their agenda as they shuffle past...
Yet there voices and chatter are a distant sound
as they walk by so fast..
I wonder can they see my drama or even reach..
Or am I just another grain of sand on a blissful beach..
Like a leaf on a tree that blends in the light..
My life is in my mind and the glow not so bright..

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
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 | Verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
rained out beach trip
does not matter
gives me time to think
first time alone with the waves crashing
scented seashell to my ear
wishing for a different choice of words
gripping the pendant you gave me on my last birthday....the one with the lips in the middle of a heart
frustrated because i know not why i came here
wanting the pleasure of your company in simplicity
rained out beach trip not helping
life in fragments since you left
feeling like dirt full of disposed chewing gum with dead saliva
tears the only salted experience
tasting the regret while wishing i was not such a 'man'
watching time pass slowly
checking out early
leaving symbols of our tattered, wilted love behind
moving with constipated progress
stubbornness dissipating 
submitting to obviousness
whispering repeatedly....'i miss you'....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
The Lonely Cowboy

I think I'll pack it in & buy a pickup head out to L.A.
 A seed that I planted in this pile of debris has suddenly blown away
 Borrowed pews to sing the blues while wearing blue suede shoes
 We we look out on the range to see what needs to be done
 The lonely cowboy goes undercover in a world full of feathers
 A storm outside was brewing do you all know what your doing
 His horse has discovered an exit stage left
 Took a shovel out to lift up the cows chips
 Looking outside he whistles a delightful tune
 He sheds a single tear to help numb the pain
 Outside in the rain while the coyotes would howl
 The lonely cowboy would so often look to the horizon
 The distant desert was barren next to the range
 A whole host of buzzards would fly overhead what a scene
 He's a drifter alone with no folks to help by any means
 He lost his family in the great flood what a nervous regime
 Could there be any hope for a dude hanging on a string
 Suddenly the heavens explode to let freedom ring
 Softly & delicately the cowboy sings a voice of rash circumstance
 He prepares for the great dance that's right in front of him
 Having a lone stray dog that he received as a young pup
 The cowboy chooses to fade out of the scene

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
When the heart seeks and yearns for so long
 When it finds it holds so strong 
The silent lonely heart needs where to belong
 On a lone bed I feel everything is wrong
 Too many unspoken words, so many reasons I can't sing a song
 I asked why love should keep me away for so long

Before another busy lonely day will shade 
I pray God to lead me or her to the shade
 I mean to meet a damsel that both hearts will proclaim
 Because all I need is love, most meek that I can claim 
With the unspoken words from a heart so meek and plain
 All I need is true love not an airplane
When money and riches couldn't solve my pain
The daughters of this world; all they need is my gain 
That is why I'm out to search for love without stain Before the dawn, my heart saw pure love without disdain 
Up, I'm gone to make her know my love say 
I mean I have found you give it in, and see how love can pay

Copyright © MICHAEL EDISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
If the heart does not stop,
I can not get it from you.
You do not meet me,
I can not see you at any time.
Flowers also do not blossom in love,
From you and you can not tell me,
Never say anything.
Someone has a relationship,
Then how can you get here?

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017