Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets,
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.
Copyright, April 16, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.
Sigh makers they close on the beach
at high tide, the horizon shivers the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.
Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow.
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines.
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off
to the mud flats of Carolina.
First Published Eunoia Review January 2015
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015
Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach
It is a sun splashed day;
the air is silent with the sound of waves
the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm.
The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld.
It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses.
The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,
with a piercing love glare that beckons me.
Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her,
hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh like so much dough.
Suddenly I set her free.
like a lioness
a lioness in heat
for the taste of flesh.
The world dissappears
I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel.
Nature's voice conducts
an orchestra of emotions.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch
as a series of divine strokes
finger paints portraits of rapture.
We dance slow to the precise notes
of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement our bodies become one.
There is no end to the flavors we consume.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building imploding
gracefully to the roar of a white sound.
we pass out
locked in each others arms.
When we awaken
we find ourselves lying on
the fine white sand beach.
in the telling shades
of a Jamaican suntan.
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Contest Name: Make Love To Me
In That Ancient Place
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
Idle porcelain boats
on a teal harbor
cast like kelp
a cerulean channel
Atop turtle islands
are pearls gleaming
on oyster beaches
on sandstone terraces
of rainbow blossoms
in the salty air
Late June Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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
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
Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.
Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.
The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.
Copyright © Rachel Trine | Year Posted 2015
The humid Hawaiian heat hobbles my head and heart too,
Hitting as the Humvee high-tails past on the highway,
Sweat seeps steadily south from scalp to shoes
Convection current cooking, keep pedaling, pores crying.
Howling Haleakala Headwinds hammer hard,
Freezing face, fingers, and forehead.
Wistfully watching the warm water Westward;
Blasting breeze’s blows batter my body backward.
Soft saline sea spray spritzes the sunbathers
As the surges' steady smashing against the shore
Rhythmically rocks the run-down revelers
to a sweet, sun-kissed, seaside sleep once more.
For Elements Part 2—Wind Contest (First Place)
Sponsored by Brian Davey
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
pink gulls of twilight
circle the hidden cove...
sand between our toes
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings
And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity
Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see
Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me
Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset
With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget
To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face
Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace
Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine
As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes
and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learn’d the language of another world
That I found deeply within one kiss
~ JJF ~
~Lord Byrons Manfred~
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2014
A moonrise over the bluff
the earth is alive
showing off her beauty in a ray of colors
As the waves roll in hitting the sandy shore
there's no place you would rather be
a perfect moment in a perfect place
nothing but you & the sea
& as the
earthly winds whisper along your face
you feel the freedom wash along your feet
a moonrise captured
sitting so high
you thank the universe your alive..
Inspired by a photo taken at a beach where I grew up.
Copyright © kerry singleton | Year Posted 2013
Hold a seashell to your ear...
Rest upon it's tranquil tide,
breathe it's calming breezes here,
bring it's subtle strength inside.
If you yearn for former times,
hold a seashell to your ear,
you'll return to warmer climes
and the ease of yesteryear.
When you sense a tempest near,
if you would decrease the din,
hold a seashell to your ear,
find a bit of peace therein.
Even now, as squalls move in,
you'll recall when skies were clear
if you, as rain falls again,
hold a seashell to your ear...
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2016
is it the wave kissing the sand
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
but always with passion?
is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?
is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
Ocean’s Melodic Dream
As surges cast their net along a silent coast,
we lie entwined ~ adrift as a single composed symphony
tempo’d by the pounding surf ~ its constant sensuous rhythm
lulling our hearts, aching to collide
in this moment’s embrace
Yearning upon a moistened sandy shore,
your swollen lips offer a glistening enchantment
with fingertips delicately seeking ~ caressing ~ stroking
Feathery lashes grace twin demure windows
of tender need ~ beckoning ~ hungering
Velvet waves wash along our bodies ~ gently
merely to touch you ~ hold you ~ kiss you, is my coastal heaven
With arms of cradling strength ~ kindness ~ desire,
my voice becomes a dulcet whisper of passion’d affection
echoing softly within your enchanting lure
The sun, which has lingered above harmonizing with the sky
now takes its rest ~ splashing ~ painting ~ jewel swirled patterns
across a hypnotic horizon, as your breath quickens beneath me
I drench myself in this paradise that is you ~ your beauty ~ your love
melting deeply into the ecstasy ~ rapture ~ essence of this day
Now as wandering shadows cross beneath the moon’s glowing care
we too build and recede, feeding our amorous fervor
as the fading night relinquishes its hold
and dawn’s sonnet cracks the sky ~
we become one with the tide
Our bond remains unbroken ~
tethered to the ocean’s melodic dream
Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you again on Monday
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
My seeking self desires revival by the water's purpose.
The whistling winds arise, wrinkling the salty surface.
I escape impulsively, rushing to fall upon the sliding sand.
Slowly, I breathe in the breezes flowing across the land.
My broken soul from familiar frustration awaits the cue,
while my mortality capitulates within the mystical blue.
Whirls of water ripple and swell into an elaborate art.
Splashing sensations rupture my developed pain apart.
Whispering waves enchant me to release emotions.
Conflicts I endure, while my human aura seeps into ocean.
Wild energy rises as waves which soar before me.
My beating blood throbs as my spirit proclaims it's free.
Wraiths of steam rise to the hierarchy heavens for peace.
My soothed spirit relaxes as I watch the tides release.
I crave freedom from sublime patterns of simple pleasure.
After I consult water overture, I appreciate the treasure.
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016
Moon looks down upon us from so high in the unending sky, the sky so deep in color.
Moon says when the fun begins, when we can come out, along with the soft warm breeze,
Of Summer time.
Moon guides us along our nightly journey.
Our journeys to big, Red Flower parties.
To, kisses of love in the sky parties.
Along with our parties, to his true love.
She waves to him, showing her love, as she crashes against the shore, speaking to him.
Ocean sings to him,
While Moon paints pictures for her in the sky.
The love is an impossible love, but they did the impossible.
More impossible than Romeo and Juliet.
More than a princess and a farm boy.
They did it.
The saying is, distance makes the heart grow stronger.
Now we know why Ocean is more talkative at night,
Her true love is just over her.
After years and years, they’ve talked, shared secrets.
Stories about the creatures that roam on her shore.
Or the creatures that talk about the sky being beautiful with the pictures in the stars.
We are proud to announce the marriage of,
Mr. Moon, and Mrs. Ocean.
And they live happily ever after.
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016
BEYOND THE BREAKERS
There is a place
Where the Ocean is more blue
Where you can feel the movement of the sea
Without being pulled through
It’s beyond the breakers
My favorite place to go to
Where I will sit on my Surfboard for hours
Meditating, dreaming, watching the seagulls
Once I saw a whale
And I’m used to see lots of dolphins too
I’ll pass seeing a shark though
I like my legs right where they are, thank you!
I love to stay there
To watch the sun and Ocean dance
That’s how it looks to me
When I watch those gorgeous sunsets
It’s like a transcendent moment
Where a calmness fills my soul
That’s my favorite place in the whole universe
To be beyond the breakers, on my Surfboard…
February 08, 2017
For the Contest: BEYOND THE BREAKERS
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2017
Like waves upon the evening sea
Reflecting quiet moonlit stares
Awash upon melodic beaches
Whispered tides and windswept cares
Now as we share in silent wonder
Feeling soft your hand in mine
Strolling down this coastal haven
Pure emotions intertwine
Our footprints weave in endless wander
Seashells linger perfect bliss
Beneath a sky of glistened shining
Sweet the taste your wondrous kiss
As these moments come to pass
Scattered forth on heartbeat dreams
Alone with you this midnight tracing
Lost amidst enchanted beams
I feel at peace, for this I know
Like waves upon the evening sea
As endless as this pristine shoreline
Our love shall last eternally
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
"the ocean is"
stronger than waves
more hypnotizing than tides
more graceful than a seagull
the ocean sits
a touch of wind
a shadow of the moon
endless reflective crystal waters
in magnificence the ocean is
sing to me crashing waves upon rocks
place me in a trance with rolling tides
never end the far wide and beyond
for its wonder and openness breathes
such is the reason why seagulls fly above
just as souls look for oneness and peace
seagulls know the only place to be
softer than waves
more mesmerizing than tides
mightier than a seagull
the ocean stands
a hint of a breeze
a glimpse of sunlight
endless sparkling blue waters
in wonderment the ocean is
SkyWatcher - 03-26-17
Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2017
The eve of darkness they come out to play
creepy crawly with our senses. The street
wise, the waifs, the tiny cherubs all blend
together to form a society of sorts that is
out of step with time; they become invisible.
They come with their drums, their guitars to
serenade the unseeing humans in tourist
tee shirts. You can see the beauty of
this youth who dances and plays from a
heart that just needs freedom.
You look into their eyes and you fall in
love with the innocence of a child who
sees his place in time as cosmic.
You smell their odors, their very essence.
A not so spent youth and you wish you were they.
You find yourself being pulled in by
their ethereal nectar and song...you see
for the first time what you could of had.
You are pulled in and the fight leaves you
the unseeing being the unseen...welcome!
*My impressions of the homeless youths of Ocean Beach, San Diego
Copyright © Mark Heil | Year Posted 2017
The Voyage to the Amber Shore
The soft caramel shore..
beamed the sun kissed stone’s..
of heartshaped pebble’s.
the sea itself- was languid
as each rush of smooth
water.. nibbled at the
crisp amber crust of the sea shore;
leaving sugary crumbs
for aerial being’s to swoop up,
further along the path
of purple seashells,
and wholesome conch’s..
be a little boy
with a waffle cone,
the savor of sweet
with ice, and cream.
floated in the perfume
of cracked sea salt..
from the organic’s of the ocean herself,
to the golden french fries… soaking in
vinegar and smoldering oil.
the day of Summer,
where footsteps of
aerial visitors or children with pails
of water, with little pastel flip flop’s.
this be the time to
truly leisure about…
and voyage to the wonder’s of the spacious beach.
Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2017
"within moments of silence"
within moments of silence surrounded by the wondrous sea
all is clear gifting a rebirth of each aspect of our guiding light
gentle winds soaring above hold the questions and answers
allow this miracle to enlighten and shadow to set one free
wrapped in the arms of such power wrongs become right
everything widely opens forevermore gracing chances
the sea winds await all to visit and stroll
such glory will eternally remain in any soul
Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2017
It’s such a glorious Summer day
to walk in the sand of the cerulean sea
I’m in a quiet cove of a secluded bay
It's just the hungry sandpipers and me
I stroll along the quaint sandy shore
collecting pretty coloured sea shells
and branched pink coral, which I adore
I’ve seen the price for which coral sells!
On a chartreuse towel, I apply sun cream
before tanning beneath the tangerine sun
I lie back, relax and begin to day dream
then eat watermelon ‘smiles’ just for fun
There on the water is a lilac coloured boat
billowing canvas of lemon and saffron sails
On an aquamarine sea she'll smoothly float
under a lavender sky, ripples follow her trails
Seasonal Color Contest
Sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
loose tumbling sea breeze
sets waves of tense limbs free –
empty beach chairs
For SKAT's Picture Perfect 2 Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend
And companion next to me.
From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar.
Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days
Near the refuge I called home.
Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure -
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured.
Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain –
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name.
From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile –
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles.
She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old –
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown.
Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams –
Including this ocean and Her magical potion
From now ‘till the end of all things.
While now here I rest where white waves crest
Caressing my mind once more –
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2013
A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep
C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen
E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed
G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king
I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat
K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls
M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive
O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg
Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good
S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends
U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land
W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell
Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand
All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
Imagine sitting in the sand at the beach,
The sand between your toes and just close
enough where the water can reach.
The sand is wet and a little cold,
You look out at the clear blue sky you see the
sun shining like a piece of gold.
You see dolphins jumping in the distance,
Glad that they're apart of existence.
You see a flock of seagulls soar,
You lay back and close your eyes listening to
the waves crashing onto the shore.
Smelling the salty water and the sun hitting
The warm and comfort you feel within.
You hear kids as they laugh and play,
Smiling because today was a great day.
May 04, 2014
~ The One and Only~
Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014
From this rocky height
In the morning light,
Everything I see
Reminds me of Your love;
Seagulls, as they cry
Like the angels fly
By the restless sea
Or in the skies above.
Waves crash far below,
Droplets fall like snow;
Everywhere I look
Reminds me of Your grace:
Colors bloom and fade,
Everything You've made
Like an open book
Reveals Your hidden face.
Brighter than the sun,
Deeper than the sea;
You're the only One
That means the world to me:
Stronger than the waves,
Firmer than this stone;
You're the One who saves,
Lord, You, and You alone.
Higher than the sky,
Far spread as the winds;
Lord, You chose to die
To save me from my sins:
Faithful as the tide
And the break of day;
Always by my side,
Remain there, Lord, I pray.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
Blue ocean vistas
Rainforest encroaches down
Tree roots over stone
Vines reach, wind, twine and climb
Clutching trees that cradle them
Burleigh Heads beach path
Pandanus groves, mangroves
Spiky bushes, towering trees
Tiny flowers underfoot
Log bridge, white sand, shallow creek
Invisible birds give song
Each day travel the same path
Only to find it diff’rent.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014
Seagulls chortle on seaside,
while families float like feathers
upon silky sand.
Ocean releases heavy blue
upon captivating curves of coastline.
Golden sun glows.
Tides stretch white tipped branches,
wearing ornaments of light.
Wild waves weave together
like wishful lovers.
Unity understood is powerful.
Floating logs are nature's love letters
of proud timber
lost to technology, time or storm.
Sailboats slide over swells,
for they are ocean's tipping hats
to solitude and soul.
Sunset seeps like molten lava,
melting into midnight blues.
Restless colors reach as day's final rays.
Full moon beats as a pearl heart
against night's lungs.
Stars flutter as butterflies above soft sea.
A sigh drifts by as a simple cloud.
Lighthouses glint and gleam,
through gentle winds.
June 10th 2007
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016