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Details | I do not know? |

A Beach Lagoon

MONOTETRA: Each stanza contains four 
lines in monorhyme. Each line is in 
tetrameter for a total of eight syllables. 
What makes the Monotetra so powerful as 
a poetic form is that the last line contains 
two metric feet, repeated. 
Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated, A4, A4

A Beach Lagoon

Gorgeous day, it's mid afternoon
Bored, looking for something to do!
Oh, I was just invited to
A beach lagoon, a beach lagoon

Crystal blue waters, ease my mind
Unleashing my creative side
Poetic versus organized
Time to unwind, time to unwind

White sand like silk between my toes
Makes me want to rip off my clothes 
Keep on my mesh shorts I suppose
I stand in pose, I stand in pose

Many shells like the angel wing
Skipping the waves, flat rocks I sling
Sun tan is beginning to spring
The pain it brings, the pain it brings 

Intoxicating scenery
Secluded from society
Just me, myself and poetry
Feeling set free, feeling set free

Sun starts to fade, the moon appears
Just about bringing me to tears
This day has quickly disappeared
Now in my rear, now in my rear!

Jared Pickett

Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |



These two lines behind me are not exactly straight
 Nor am I, exactly straight. Curving, circling near
 The land wash, softly humming, sun on my curls.
 Trailing a whole new meaning into tracks.
 This dream land gives me free hand designing
 To my liking. Shells, mother of pearls, shore
 Littered with creatures distracting positively
 into curiosity. Is that how to fight fake reality?

With magic that defies? Created by me?
 These wheels do not sink into soft sand, strongly
 Carrying slight weight, turning, trying dancing,
 Not straight, exactly how it should be. 
 Exactly how I kill the dream with a slight
 Wave of my hand, a curt nod of dismissal.
 Nothing to spoil this castle on this beach,
 And the comforting murmur of the sea.


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Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | 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 | Blitz |

All In Curl

give it away
give it all
all for what
all for nothing
nothing you bet
nothing yil get
get out there quick
get lost in a ditch
ditch ya wife
ditch ya dog
dog won’t miss ya
dog'll piss ya
ya think yiv got it down
ya haven’t been down under
under what ya say?
under what ya pray?
pray it ain't worth a zack
pray your honey aint outback
outback’n the wild roo’s nestin’ kick
outback and back again he’s slick
slick and kicking for a noice steak
slick and mad as a cut snake 
snake’s got death in his bite
snake’ll ruin a weddin orright
orright’cha got two seconds tah think
orright your seconds gone yeh in a stink
stink in heaps
stink the dunny rat he is
is you thinking in the wild to slack off
is you ready to rack off
off to the waters in a hurray mate
off to the sandy slates run clean
clean as a bottler at sea
clean as ya ever can see
see here we all left our lives
see this is where we feel alive
alive in the wild far from the loo
alive away from the crazy blue
blue sea soppin the sand around
blue surroundin this land we’re proud
proud in the danger of ever
proud to amaze whoever
whoever ya meet
whoever ya see
see chance give it a burl
see um tackle the crock in a curl
curl on his back is a good going off
curl in his teeth yiv gotcha limb torn off

For the Down Under contest
Sponsored by:  Debbie Guzzi
*Don’t think I did this quite right! Though it was fun to try anyhow ^___^

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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 | Free verse |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

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 |

The Sands of Rhyme

Twilight, and the Moon-lit waves
Tranquilly crashing upon the shore
A draught of drink is all I crave,
My sordid Past... all I deplore

Do come to me, for I am the Beach,
Please quench your thirst; drink dry my sands
My ambitions seem far out of reach
As I write my life with pain-stricken hands

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Classicism |

Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole

Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart

I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace

Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me

But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much

I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.

Written By:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

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 |

Going Down

Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Sitting in the sand, warm and comforting
Watching boats in the distance. My shoes
In my hand. Around me laughter, children.
Towels, people. Incomprehensible language
foreign land. Moving a loose strand of my
Blond curls behind my ear. I carefully stand.

I watch my feet only, leaving footprints behind
Shallow pools of water, created by me walking
Steps meet resistance in me. I am blind to
The stares, or not blind, awkward, ignoring
Askance glares. Whispering. I refuse to put
Back on my shirt. These scars invading

Their joy on sunny days, ice cream and innocence.
With dignity I collect my shattered senses
As in a dream I retreat, behind me whispering
And resuming and relief uncanny, shame
Why shame. I meet compassionate eyes
Leaning against the fence, outsider, nothing, thing.

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Triolet |

Father's Hated Call

Unfinished sandcastles repeat 
in visions encountered in dreams. 
The planning of them was so sweet: 
unfinished sandcastles. Repeat, 
unfinished; and rivals would bleat 
with joy as they clutched their ice-creams. 
Unfinished sandcastles repeat 
with triumphant besiegers' screams.

Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose |


Coming out of a cold season 
Which I admire
Going into a warmer season
Causing me to perspire

But I do desire this warmer season
I claim and commit to spring 
Speaking  of a  seasonal  special  emotion
The next season  causes  me to  have

A melt down of considerable disposition
And  yes, cook an egg on the hood 
Of your car.  Even to hot to barbeque.
I'll  take that cue excuse me.  

I despise the season, SIZZLING 
SUMMER, when  cold lemonade is 
Worth more than a fifty dollar bill.
I'm liable to stick my head 

Inside of  a grocery store  freezer
As the store clerk says chill man its 
Not that bad.
Perspiration touching the eyeballs burning.

Hungry for the coldest winter, yearning for
A crystal clear tall glass of frigid  AIR!
there's a boiling point of  perspiration in creases
I never knew I had.

Where is the first  snow flake I'm wishing for? 

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

forgotten shell

Lost and lonely broken shell that drifts along the sea. Once was pretty but not broken. Someone crush's it with there bare  feet stomping it repeating it again and again, The ocean wash's it away with sour tears. The bitter broken soul carries those's tears within in them every day living as a sea shell that broken but wants to be fixed but can never be fixed from there broken sea shells.

Copyright © manda reid | Year Posted 2015