Beach Relationship Poems | Beach Poems About Relationship

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Details | Verse |


is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
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

Details | Free verse |

Like the Beach Needs the Sand

Why do people walk away
     Am I so easy to leave
Despite the effort and the love
     Too often, I grieve

Do I do the same to others
     Have I done so in the past
Is it just life’s complications
     Causing good things not to last

Perhaps, there’s no awareness
     Communication nowhere found
That’s caused this dark blue feeling
     I keep losing so much ground

Insecurities take over
     Not knowing where I stand
I know that I need people
     Like the beach needs the sand

Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017

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 | 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 | 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 | Verse |


the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:

"the shortest road is the one 
that you know, 
 the longest road is the one 
that you love"

soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell

I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again 
so well. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

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 | Lyric |

Big deal of wind and life

The wind is blowing, trees are bent. 
It's time. I have to be out there! 
Really need a board for rent 
Else it's gonna be a nightmare. 

For me and others beside me.
To listen to me complaining, 
Observe me drooling at the sea, 
Where windsurfers are now planning. 

Oh how I hate and envy those 
Who have a board now and a sail. 
I watch attentively, I froze. 
A sailor jibing on a rail. 

What fascinates me in such sports? 
Touch of nature? Wind in face?
Being on the water in shorts? 
Adrenaline? The rush? The race? 

I used to be obsessed with it. 
Quit my job and fled to dessert. 
Year past and it was time to rid 
This lifestyle, it's a pure hazard! 

Before it used to be hobby. 
Romanced by palm trees and the sea.
Found self respect. In the lobby
We meet. Great sailing! You and me.

While in bed called out for harness.
You made big deal of wind and life.
I'll see ya. You fought the sadness.
With no wish asked me to be wife.

Turns out you never met the bar.
I'd rig up, grab kit, disappear.
You didn't wait on land. Too far.
Our paths diverged oh so clearly.

Despite laughs, closeness and great sex.
I'm young. Mistook it for real kick.
Depended on you, O'neill and Mexx.
You left me. That shit made me sick.

Never thought that I deserved it
But you surely wiped your hands clean.
Fell apart, screamed, could't handle it.
There was nothing of me left. Sin.

Never apologized for mess.
Wondered how was it? It bothered?
Moved on, settled for something less.
Partied, drank and found another.

You found a girl in two months time.
News just sliced me up in pieces.
Seems like yesterday you were mine.
It's ten years past. Have two nieces.

Did I forgive you? Do you care?
Wish I did. You caused me sorrow.
We never spoke again. Don't dare!
You vanished while I was hollow...

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

When We Were Feral

We were as feral as the ocean we played in,
wild, endless as the sand we ran through –
we were cousins, the doings of our fathers.
When you are young, that age of single numbers,
boy talk does not glisten the disparity
between the minds of the two.
The label “intellectual disability,”
a mind that developed slower
than mine had not been plastered 
on his chest, it had not become
visible to my eyes – we were cousins
two boys running along the water’s edge.

The imagination of boys,
influenced yet as free as they, as we.
Always in search of Big Foot
not caring that he was not a beach goer
as we were – the bullets shouted above our heads,
our backs had yet to be pushed against the walls.

I went on to build a home, a family;
He went into a home.
The label was now visible. 
I was able to read, he could not.
We no longer ran free,
our backs had been pushed against our walls.

Decades had gone by, not his doing but mine.
We were no longer single numbers 
when our feet shared the same space again.
We stood, years later looking into the night
neither knowing what to say, when he said
"Shush, do you hear that? It’s Sasquatch."

The bullets shouted through my head… 

Copyright © JP Armstrong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Beach

The ocean casts a spell on me, an endless blue-green space
that floods me with a calming certitude – this place
where tensions sink like flotsam into insignificance.  The waves
don’t care for treasure or my hornets’ nest.  They all sink to their graves.

Now you there with your laptop - you like your life well planned.
You mostly try to do your best to shine your light on land.
You think you’ve found an ocean in your gigabype abyss.
Look up - our lives does not allow a view as vast as this.

I wonder at the beauty of an ordinary heap
of tangled seaweed, like discarded rope emerging from the deep.
Small creatures you don't want to eat dig tunnels on the shore.
I don't know where they go or if they hear the ocean roar.

You lie here on the beach and don't see anything amiss.
Our normal lives do not allow a view as small as this.
You like to swim and jog and build your castles on the land.
You do not build them in the air, because they will not stand.

I've built them on the beach, but their support is insecure.
A dream enacted on firm soil more likely will endure.
The ocean quickly greets them and they can't remain in place,
dissolving in the swirls of bubbles and amazing grace.

I take my journeys here with you; I’m glad that you are here.
Your feet are planted on the land; you make my life more clear.
Perhaps I can convey to you the wonders I have found -
Amazement with all creatures here, perfection without bounds.

I do not know the ocean but it disregards the meek.
I'll bottle up the blue and use it up throughout the week.
Dying waves lap on the shoreline, and they always will.
The people leave the beach when darkness falls, and all is still.

Copyright © Brenda Levy | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |



Foreigner a tomorrow
packed suitcase for dream
smile digging sand runs free

Heart beside lover lie
hand in hand
rubbed and relaxed by wave

Sun nips at shade
Shade brushes sun
lovers games frisky fun

In each other disappear
Fear demands Memory
Shame looms impatient

Beach points elated
Moon buried him beyond
where Sea touches Sky

....... and my, my, my, my, my

How that ship did sail!

Copyright © Brian Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

I like Long Walks on the Beach

                                  I like Long Walks on the Beach 

I like long walks on the beach while someone is holding my hand, that someone may not be the same someone in a few months but who cares it’s just a man. 

I like long walks on the beach. You can look at my feet because I think they’re pretty, but don’t look at anyone else – that would hurt my feelings.

I like long walks on the beach. I’ll pick up sea shells and cast them away, even though I told them I love them every day.

I like long walks on the beach. Let’s play when the sun away. I want you to accept my dark side, keep my anxieties at bay. 

I like long walks on the beach, walk with me into the sea.  You might step on a few stones, get hit by a few waves… but no one ever said love was easy.

I like long walks on the beach. Let’s test the waters, plunge into the deep. Funny you don’t think I’d lure you this far without getting you weak. 

I like long walks on the beach. I need you sacrifice for me. Drawl blood only to see I was the great white all along waiting to devour thee.  

Copyright © Raquel Carrasquillo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Like a sandy beach upon a shore

It feels like a sandy beach upon a shore. Tides flow in unison like a steady heartbeat in rhythm with the tune of a heavenly melody or the heart of a loved one. The sun reflects love in the water to the shoreline. As it glistens in that majestic body of water, cupid stands in awe of his work of art. A masterpiece like no other. God's essence reciprocated into the love between two angelic bodies in human form. A bond that only God could break. Upon a journey back home to holy gates. But until that time and even beyond, this bestowed holy liaison will live on through the sunset and among the stars.

Copyright © m.n.i.w m.n.i.w | Year Posted 2015