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Beach Music Poems | Beach Poems About Music

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Details | Tanka |


LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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 | Classicism |

Memories of a Beach Boys Concert

They performed again 
       the aging Beach Boys
Conjuring up seaside 
Caught their act 
             years ago 
  at Madison Square Garden 
I remember a pretty young girl 
                   -a bit drunk-
  was kissing me during the 
    The life we led has 
magical moments 
     which face into the box of memroy 
   Remembering days and "nights"(!)
                at the beach 
I pass into a nostalgic haze 
   escape briefly 
from the worlds of science and tehnology 
  into a soft bubbles of joy         -

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |


Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs..

The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...

He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...

And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a temporary shack threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...

The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around  taking off his lenses.
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" He says stretching his hands.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose |

Do you have to go

Autumn leaves fall together with Spring rain,
Temperature drops to Winter in the middle of Summer,
A flock of crows perch on the rundown castle,
The horizon disappears,
Ocean waves suddenly build up washing me away from shore
Beaches ain't music no more,
Food ain't symbolic and music just ain't nostalgic. 
Body is now just a hollow space with no soul in it. 

When you are not around.
Everything changes. 

May 2017

Copyright © Nur Abidah Mahri | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sestina |

Nature Music

Land, sky and sea, sing their songs. Land sings of rich soil, for growing seeds; as the silvery sea, sounds its gurgling waters. It sings a medley to the blue And cloud-puffed sky. I lend my ears to that cloud-puffed sky; listening to its songs. At first, it makes me feel blue, but joy quickly fills my heart-seed; fed by spiritual rain-waters; that ride the winds from the heavenly seas. The wondrous, singing sea, sings back to sky and I enjoy the waters; singing those sweet songs, to the seeds in the soil and to seeds like me, who get the blues. As the sky of blue, sings to the seas and my seeds; they stretch leaves to sky and its wonderful song intermingles, with that of the waters. All seeds need water, to relieve their thirst-blues. I hum along with the songs, that ride my souls seas as they crescendo with heavenly sky’s; to quench the thirst, of all Gods seeds. I am a proud seed; I drink spirit’s waters; am nourished by Heaven’s sky, of sacred blue and silvery seas. I am grateful for those songs. I listen to the songs, that nourish all of God’s seeds. I thank the Earth and seas for their generous, cleansing waters. No longer do I feel blue and like my plants; I am also grateful to the Heavenly sky.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

the Shag

I know a lot of you will think 
that a word like ‘Shag’ is a terrible thing to use.
But, in my life, my world, if you care to discuss:
you’ll learn a thing or two of southern syllabus.  
Along about nineteen fifty four, as I recollect.
In a small Myrtle Beach bar ------trendy, circumspect.
Nameless here for the sake of patent rights, and permissions
not asked for, you know the gist—legal fights.  
But none the less, the fat boy’s ambitions
live on.
Not only in the name of his Bar, you see;  
but the name of the dance.
And the name of the dance is the S-H-A-G
Yes,here it is more than sixty years later.
The shag clubs number a hundred or better.
And that is conservative I would think.  
For in the south, still home to the skating rink.
Still, beholding to the thought of romance.
It’s fitting to claim, and often to brag
of a dance we own and still love- -  the Shag!!!!

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2016

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 | Rhyme |

Golden Grain in Goa

While the waves lash the shores and splash in soft music

The dishes we serve here in this Golden Grain restaurant

Emanate aroma into the nostrils a pungent sweet exclusive

Have you visited this earlier too or how are you insouciant 

A sip of sweetly sour sea food clear soup with tofu in your mouth

While on your hair the wind from the Arabian Sea plays its tickles

As you change your seat for the cool wind coming from the south

Our gracious waiters serve you mouth watering sea food pickles

Tasting the cheesy tuna salad as you share your moments with sea

The boundless sky above invites you to look at its cracked blue art

We are mystified if we will have the listen and sight or have the glee

 In Sorpotel with rice, the Goan cuisine we must take to fill our heart

Made of pork in spices coconut vinegar and green chillies

Sorpotel is the essence of Christian gastronomy of  Goa

The pungent and little salty flavor will without doubt ease

Your fatigue and more so if you take chunks of chilly soya

To which delight you will employ your perception is

A challenge as your eyes are amazed at the sight of 

Seagulls in front of the restaurant leaving the breeze

Have become scavengers in their wing-spread hops

There is the all time favourite basil leaf spread lovely

Pizza dough of Phoenix with a crisp but chewy crust

Made by our chef himself who learned his art at Italy

Sweet salty pizza margheritta of ours take you must 

Bebinca you all have to take in its full seven saffron layers

Get the personification of Goan spirit in this unique dessert

While listening to and looking at the splashy music players

Nonetheless your taste buds seek the sweet food for a flirt

Golden Grain is a golden moment in the golden sea beach

Do step in and taste the food with waves within your reach

For My imaginary restaurant - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Dream on

I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms. 
We dream on, in the land of the free,  
but where freedom comes at a cost and 
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream. 
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,  
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,  
To the cool relief of mist burning over a  
desert black top as I brain storm lessoning 
to heart beat of my favorite song.
We dream on, from the top of 
lonely tropical island hill top  
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day 
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman... the sit and the breeze. 
Poetry by Keith K. Relf

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Rainbow Ryhme

The piano is the black and white sea.
the magician mensch arrives with hands of harmony. 

The audience smolders as the silent sunset. 
The duet
develops as musician and listener, eclipsing in the onset.

Sonatas seep into the ears of sand.
music flies like falcons above the land.

From a maddening playing pace
and hot grace,
a hint a puce peppers his face.

For no muse can be mastered like the note. 
With all of his body devote,
he guides us through the mazes of the musical moat.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

beach chair peace haiku

in my beach chair peace
listening to john lennon
giving Peace a Chance

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

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 | Verse |


I want to feel
the ocean waves
and listen to 
the ocean's songs
inside of me !

                                                                             Written by: Mia Pratt, 2016
A Found Poem adapted from/based on:"I will always love you like the ocean loves the shoreline" a poem written by : Tyler Kent White

Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

If your crossroad is a highway

If Your Crossroad is a Highway

If your crossroad is a highway
And your soul needs a Sunday drive,
Take the scenic route up ahead
The speed limit is 25.
God is found in Mother Nature
And love echoes within her breeze,
Patiently raised by Father Time
You will find rest beneath her trees.

If your crossroad is a highway
And you are desperate for repair,
The next exit leads to the beach
Relax and smell the salty air.
Bury your feet deep in the sand
and send your worries out to sea,
Let the sound of the ocean waves
release your soul and set it free.

If your crossroad is a highway
there will be music in your drive,
lessons of life played through a song
karaoke will come alive.
One day you feel like rock n' roll
And the next day you cry the blues,
Life's genre at your finger tips
At the next crossroad you can choose.

Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Lapping the beach

As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap

Oct 17, 2010

Copyright © Hugh Lovzewe | Year Posted 2011

Details | Imagism |



Shells swish and scrape, popping
And bubbling in submerged suddenness.
Seaweed to and fro floating, slopping
On the deepening waves  -  an untidy mess.

Ebb-tidal pebbles chuckle chuckle, then
Rock and roll in brine-fuelled highs
Swept  up the beach and all swept down again
Like line dancers  ( remember those guys? )

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012

Details | Limerick |

He Played Sweet Music

He Played Sweet Music

he kept following her path of petals of roses in the sand
when he met her v in the beach he called out the marching band
the pianist in him played a few moves
but it was his tuba that got her groove
when he left the beach a crescendo of cloudburst hit land

connie pachecho


Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |


Its like that perfect sweater 
That keeps you warm on icy days
Like the salty ocean water
Hugging the shore with its waves

Its like that toasty winter fire
That heats your chilly hands
Like the never ending thrill
When you see your favorite band

Its like a little childs laughter
That keeps a smile on your face
Like the sweet soulful music
That wraps you in embrace 


Copyright © Ari Ing | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |


you listen to the band
get on the stand
clap your hand
in the sand
stump your feet
to the music beat
hump and bump
to the

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

Details | Free verse |


Their vocals were serene 
like those of Smokey 007
the ocean's waves

The peaceful lyrics they sang
ignited ripples 
of saltwater tears 
from the roaring spring tides 
the constellation tainted sky

                                                            Written by:Mia Pratt, 2017

Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Day At The Beach

 Did you hear whisper in the wind?
Can, you feel the sand between your toes?
Beautiful sunrise reaching out to me.
What promise do you hold for this day?
 A day pull of promises and surprises?
Beautiful sunrise everything you touch turns to light.
As I hold my face to the sky..
I can feel your warm caresses on my face..
Wind wrapping my face like fine lace......
My fears our whipped away with the wind..
Hopefully never to return again....
 Each gentle wave plays it's gentle music in the wind..
My mine wonders were that waves been..
If had eyes what could it see?
As I close my eyes I listen to the music it plays.
Like it's gently telling me about the journey it's took..
 Like some fine novel or book...
This moment like time standing still.
Never to be replaced...
Just think just a day at the beach......

Copyright © amber gil | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |

Best Friend Letter - PART 2

Who will I be able to goof off with, at ALL hours, when you’re gone? Who will I be 
able to SING with, that can carry a tune, better than anything I can ever do, when 
you’re gone? Who will I be able to sit at the beach with for HOURS and stare at the 
MOON with, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to sit with under the TREES and 
listen to MUSIC in rain or shine, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to have 
MENTAL CONVERSATIONS with just by looking at them, when you’re gone? Who will 
make me LAUGH at the stupidest things, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to 
share CAR RIDES with at 9 in the morning if gods forbid someone where to be in the 
hospital, when you’re gone? Who will I WALK EVERYWHERE with, when you’re gone? 
Who will be my LIFE CHANGING BEST FRIEND, when you’re gone? Looking back at 
some of the memories I have with you, too many to list in one page, I suddenly 
realize that loosing you, would be a disaster. I could never regret meeting anyone, 
but…regret wouldn’t even come close if the lights went out again. I would lose 
myself in the dark forever without you. There’s no ulterior motive in becoming your 
friend. But I love having you in my life. I love having that person to goof off with. I 
love having that person to go to the beach with and people watch. I love having 
that person to sit and listen to music with and sing along with. I love having that 
person who can read my mind when I don’t want to talk. I love having that person I 
can sit across a table from and laugh my head off without him saying a single word. 
I love having that person to talk to when I can’t sleep or am slowly going crazy. I 
love having that person who when all my hope is gone who can give me a hug that 
instantly makes everything better. I found my light, I found my savior from darkness, 
I found him and I might be losing him. So to sum up what I’m trying to say without 
coming across insane. I can’t lose you, so I’ll fight to keep you. I can’t imagine my 
life without you, so I’ll fight to keep you. I can’t imagine darkness when my best 
friend came along, so I’ll fight to keep you. I just can’t, so I’ll fight to keep you.

Copyright © Elizabeth Kurtz | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

The beach

As I  breath in the salt water air,
 and my hair;
gets blown around by the wind,
 I gaze into your eyes.
You ask to hold my hand
 and I hesitantly say yes.
As we walk I feel the sand
 between my toes,
And the coldness on my nose.
 You tell me about who you are,
And what you hope to be,
 as I listen, I start to day dream.
I can see us growing old someday
 holding hands 
the exact same way.
 Walking along the beach
both of us feeling peace.
 I gaze into your eyes
and what a big surprise
 you lean forward to kiss me
and thats when I know
 me and you
are going to be
 two guitars players

together forever.

Copyright © Kristy McGill | Year Posted 2005

Details | I do not know? |

Beach Music

Pulsating through me,
I feel the pounding surf,
so sweet and free,
like music to my senses,
I dance to its tune.

Moving and flowing,
everything is one,
thrumming through my veins,
I was born of this tempest.

The rythym and the melody
chiimes in time with my heart beat,
creating a symphony of its own,
the sand is my stage.

Copyright © katrhryn miller | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain |

The Coryphee Cephalopod

Strokes of green and yellow,
Come out just to say hello. 
Ballet in the sand; 
Look at the position of his hand. 
Bold and Brash; 
This dancing is trash.
His routine came to a close; 
Look at his position, he is frozen.

Copyright © Mark Frawley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Classicism |

standing banana

Standing banana 

You know why it stand 
You know what it search 
You know why it gives me trouble 
You know why it wants you 
You know why it begs you 
You know why it scratch me 
You know why it called your name 
You know when it gets down 
You know when it's goes in 
You know when I hold you 
You know when you kiss me 
You know what to do 
You know what is it 
You know I know why it called standing Banana 

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri 

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |


we each love the beach
we go hand to hand
we   all
love the water fall
love to
listen  and have fun
and run 
listen to the band
and play  in 

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2011