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Beach Seasons Poems | Beach Poems About Seasons

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Details | Diamante |

West is the best

Sunny, warm 
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City

Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rengay |

January Jest - A Collaboration

A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.

Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by Jesse Whitehead.

January jest
drawing mustaches
in the newspaper

coffee to warm the hands
walking the railroad

to stay put
a child's balloon

spring in her step
red moon overhead

has dusk come already?
the field of tulips
seem to say

unwavering and gentle
strong as stone

mountain peaks
wind through summer meadows
a tender caress

lying there still
a heart-shaped mark

steady rhythm
ebb of the tide
broken shells

spiraling earthward
the last golden leaf

fading in and out
memories sweetly touched
a dancing flame

burning through pages
another x on the calendar

NOTE: This was my first attempt at a Renga poem, written in collaboration, with one of my best friends from Idaho, Jesse Whitehead. He's one of the few friends of mine whom I could discuss writing with. Though he typically writes fiction and stories, rather than poetry, he was willing to give this poetry format a go; and to my knowledge this was his first time writing poetry. It's a fun little challenge that I hope you all will give a try!

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Beach Poet

Arm over arm, I glide my body through 
warm, glistening water near the beach. No
harm can come here; Sun’s my lucky
charm; my skin and hair are soaking in its glow!

When I go back to my towel, I sink
ten toes into the sand, warm summer bliss.
Then I grab my bag, and I pull out
pen and paper, best tools for a day just like this!

For Rick Parise's Lento Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

beach haiku

Sand laden waves

Pound rich seaweed crusted rocks

Cockles dig deeper

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |

Summer Haiku

across the seascape
visions infuse with sunlight -
footprints wane in tide 

summer waves roil sand
eroding lines and dunes –
salt water stings wound 

Summer’s orbit ends
fog chills exhaled breath - 
a lone ship calls   

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Down By The Sea

The heavenly blue of the morning sky is born
adorned with fluffy white clouds that entertains
my mind with pictures that out of the clouds
are torn.

Cool sand upon my feet, where I buried them
from the sun's heat. I take in the smell of the
salty beach, where today I find my retreat.
Creamy colored sand lays wake to the next
rushing turquoise wave, from the sea.

The Seagulls are singing their song, as all the
bronze colored tourist, put their sunblock on.
Vendor's voices echoing in the wind, Hotdogs, 
Cokes and peanuts, were open from 8 til......then
another turquoise wave rolls in, bringing with it the
breeze that drowns out the voices of the vendors again.

Multi-colored towels all lined in a row, like a 
beautiful rainbow laid upon the sand below.
When the day has passed and the sun sinks
below the saw grass. I can't think of a better
place to be, than down by the enchanting sea.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |


a bright sun
danced with the sea

on her shades

eyes spoke feelings 
only she could see

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Triolet |

Seasons Change

The awful howling wind,
From winter's tempestuous fling.
Spring! Welcome! Greenery
Flowering plants' itinerary,
The beginning of every good whim.

Awe! A rainbow of colors
Along meandering paths with flowers.
Early in the morning greeted by aromatic
Of blossoms and natural floral accents;
Refreshed with continuous showers.

Basking in the radiant summer's sun,
A tropical-like season for lots of fun.
Brilliant sunshine, as an evervescent light,
Kids gleefully flying funny-shaped kites. 
Of all seasons, many choose this time to run.

Cascading vines with variegated leaves,
Shimmering in shine glossy sheaves.
Who could tell that the ground,
Was a, white, sandy crusty mound;
Covered with snowy freezing sleaze!


Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lanterne |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?

Copyright © Sapna Anu B. George | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,

Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.

Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,

Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,

showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,

shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.

Written by:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Central Coast Autumn

I miss Fall colors.
Monterey's only seasons:
Foggy and rainy.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic |

Summer - Dorian 42

~Summer~ (Dorian 42) Summer is fun, seasons hot Umm, temperature just soar! Moving 'round, is kind of hard Makes one tired and rains some more End of summer brings next fall Rays from sun most folks adore. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 May.20.2015
"Dorian 42" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson, to honor poetess Dorian Petersen Potter (aka ladydp2000) It is an acrostic style of poem done with a 6 letter word to create 6 lines x 7 syllables thus 42 in all.The 2nd 4th and 6th lines must rhyme.As many verses as you wish with a 6 letter word.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Mood light and sunny Ready for some good party Dancing in the heat Nights clammy and wet Watching stars till midnight Love making so fun Days bright and so hot Out is the bikini suit Seas invite me in!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |


There's a ripped, good looking guy...
gals, don't assume he's quite and shy!
Watch how he models:
he flexes his muscles...
winking at ladies strolling by!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Ottawa Beach

Seagulls soar
on a whispering west wind.
Waves flow
onto shoreline of white warm sand
and sandcastles grace the beach.

The sun looks down on its worshipers
from a billowing sky of blue and white.
A butterfly lands
on a wooden chair
and children laugh.

Noisy jet skis
powered by gas and testosterone
cleave the pristine sea,
while sailboats lazily drift
like swans on a rural pond.

On a midsummer day,
we drink in the nectar
of a Lake Michigan beach.

Copyright © James Rasmusson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


Sun plays hide and seek
Inside wings of skylark
The girl is busy whole day
Coloring dark corners
Marigolds to warm her

Your palm is now warmer
Hitting the road in joy
Heading for beaches and lakes
Listening to music soft
Dance in happy sinew

Time to see in joy and sorrow
Leaves raining everywhere
From birth to old age colors change
Green red yellow orange
Today has to end in tomorrow

Very long nights and short days
Deeper sighs and fewer smiles
Naked branches highlight death
Struggling against snow piles
Wait begins for another May
April 6, 2016
Seasons - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pastoral |


It's summer, It's hot 
and I'm praying It won't rain
on my way to the beach
riding the F train
I get to Coney Island 
and from the boardwalk I see the sand
looking out towards the ocean
on the beach I now stand

a day at the beach
I can hardly wait
to sit under the rays of the sun
and play in the waves
I lay down my  blanket
and set-up my umbrella stand
I place my cooler of goodies
firmly in that sand
I slather on the sun blocker
for I need protection
I stand at the water's edge
at look down at my reflection

a day at the beach
frolicking in the ocean's waves
a memory form childhood
that I will treasure and save

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Tanka |

Sunscreen Within My Reach on the Beach

I love my sunshine. Summer sun rays feel so fine. I get a nice tan just from lying on the beach. I need sunscreen within reach.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Diamond Afternoon

Summer Beach

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed by
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks,
my bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.

Bustling mothers 
set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
spilling with  towels
buckets, spades
strewn all around,
a picnic stored 
under an umbrella,
children gathered
skip giddy with glee,
scent of sunscreen 
on lily white limbs.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
chubby faces 
bubbling with desire.
Nimble bodies 
straggle the sand,
wrapped in a world 
of castles and dreams.
They stud  mounds
with pearly shells 
whispering stories
of princes 
and princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tiptoeing warmth
into an icy sea.
splash and play,
high jumping the waves.
Ball punched into the air,
hands outstretched 
grappling madly,
they plunge
in an explosion 
of salty laughter.

Strolling the tide line,
bare feet on wet sand,
I bask for a moment
beneath a honey sun,
life sparkling
on a diamond afternoon.

MMC © 2011

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011

Details | Acrostic |

Day at the beach turns to rain

B asking in the morning sun,
E njoying that the school years done,
A bsorbing the vast, crystal, blue sky,
C leansing water from the ocean rushes by,
H anging on to every sound,
B orrowing in the sand that’s all around,
L uscious strawberry’s, grapes and a peach,
A n astounding day at the beach,
K indly I help put lotion on a woman’s back,
E ven on the beach my manors are still intact,
T hen suddenly dark clouds quickly move in,
B efore I make it to the board walk the rain begins,
I  do not seem to even mind,
N othing is better than a shower, in this heat, at this time,
G oing towards the car I start to dance,
O verwhelmed with joy, I continue with a pitter-patter prance.

By: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

The Beach

- Summer Daze
Warm sun is shining,
Salt air cleanses my senses…
Counting grains of sand.

- The Coming
Fresh breeze on my face,
Rushing waves breaking over…
Non-descript foot prints.

- Uneasy Perspective
Restless is my soul,
Birds flying to field’s inland…
Storm shutters are closed.

- Awakening
Hazy dreams surface,
Renewal of faith begins…
Take out the garbage.

...(Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring)

Copyright © Brendan Hardy | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |


Expect changes that you know will
Grow this love in time.
Expect these changes which are not dreaded
But open each of our hearts like ROSE buds.

Expect changes of a FRANTIC  BRIDE 
Waiting for her groom.
The types of changes which tips its hat to
An autumn afternoon.
Expect  fiery changes that may consume
Each OF our hearts in flames
One belove to another expect these  changes
Of subtle pains that come  with torrential rains.

Expect changes of social madness at a spring
Wedding of bliss when kissed.
Now seasons turning with a twist.
And all is fair on a SUMMER AFTERNOON.
Expect changes which may stay 'til the 

When all has  SIMMERED and is fancy and
Steamy acknowledge  these days  as
Fine and  DREAMY,  then the laughter of 
Spring and summer mingle when 
Autumn  touches and more to tingle.
Soon winter rushes in a disguise at first,
A slow falling snow.

Exceeding the joy I hoped for.
Akin to hungry waves licking the OCEANS 
Expect changes with impossible meanings 

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Beach Traffic

of beach goers,
like bison of the hunt.
Echoes of Doppler 
caterwauling down the two lane.
Each one,
dodging, weaving, 
horns blowing,
vie to be first. 

For the Sounds of Summer contest
© Apr 14 2010

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballad |


Spending an early morning by the iridescent bay,
body delighted by a whipping breeze:
it's humid and hazy under swollen clouds
that foretell an up-coming storm;
on both side of the parkway
cars speed by, and drivers
have no clue that a traffic cop
is scanning it on the radar!
Some may not go far:
there, the flashing lights of the siren;
I am glad that I obey that law,
while some offenders smirk at a fine!

As the wailing wind progresses on,
so does the intensity of the muggy air;
it supposed to be a festy, sunny day
to unwind and enjoy some sun,
but does Nature think that nasty weather is fair
or is it spiteful, unyielding and tricky?

On a rough checker's table made of oak,
I'm writing my observations 
as beach-goers seem to have deserted it;
on a normal day it echoes of music,
of voices so loud and deep!
Now, hungry pigeons and seagulls
feast on wiggling fish,
unmarred by my presence...
that can provoke my appetite,
thinking of a tasteful dish!

Tired of walking the long stretch of beach,
I take off my tinted sunglasses
smudged by dripping sweat;
I'm burning like a lizard in need of relief...
my sunscreen has worn off!
Few more steps, the car door opens:
clothes neatly folded on the back seat,
raindrops hit the windshield as I pick up speed!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006

Details | Verse |

Winter on the beach...

Today the beach yeilded giant coccoons and huge mussels
Massive  butterfly coccoons made of fairy-floss sea fibre..
Coccoons of fine silk thread like seaweed spun tumbling 
The shore breathing in and out with the gentle white noise waves
Huge mussells left gaping open marrooned on the wet sand.
A small  playgroup is gathered on a flying kites for morning tea.
The toddlers squealing enthusiastically at the colourful kites
 Yellow red and blue kites rose higher circling towards the sun
Seagulls swarmed near the dog bowl drinking its fresh water
A woman pushing a dog in a pram walked towards the beach
A man pushing a pram with a dog on a lead walked by...
Peering out from his pram was a dog too.."too old" said he.

Copyright © Mariana pavlich | Year Posted 2006

Details | Light Poetry |


when its hot i sweat a lot
ice cream i eat
on the boardwalk i sleep
at the beach
i go under neat
guess youn say am a

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

Details | I do not know? |

Full Moon Beach

The pale lace of ocean foam
Breathes on moonlight shore,
Pearl clouds like soft dice are cast
On night sky’s black floor.

Wind rustles and bends the palms
To sea’s lullabies—
Night birds cry out like children
As summer now dies.

Yet, here summer never parts—
Always lingers green—
The smell of ripe mangoes stay—
Sunsets are gold sheen.

We linger still in unreal
Worlds and hesitate—
Seasons call us back somehow
To fulfill our fate.

Ocean moon is full this night—
We heed the call of waves—
Water brings us back to life—
The earth shall mark our graves.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |

September Beach

I see the waves on the surf and the golden sand. A beautiful day like this is in demand. The breeze blowing in from the sea is cool. I enjoy it since the kids are back in school. The beach is not so crowded today. The summer tourists have gone away. They are living their lives as they have gone home. Today, I have plenty of room to roam. There is bright sunshine and crisp salty air. On the boardwalk, I have much room to spare. I enjoy the beach much more in September. A day like this is what I want to remember.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012