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Beach Summer Poems | Beach Poems About Summer

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Vacation Time

Summer
Beach
Plane
Cruise
Parties
Fun

Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015



Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.

I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.

When you return your rushing waters swirl 
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you

Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see

The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky 
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye 

Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Giorgio A.V.
3rd

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

A Midsummer Night's Beach

When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
and brood
and revel
in what I thought was utter enlightenment
a teenage rebel
with dime-store refinement
We were all this way, and there is no shame
In the unchecked mind of us in our prime
The best nights of those
When the sea was calm and
The moon was out and
Blazingly bright, it would light up the night
Set the whole ocean glowing
Like a deep inky opal
Translucent abyss of black
Lightly flecked
With an iridescent waltz of electric blue, neon purple, alien green, and diamond white
It was on these nights
That I’d get in the water

By some stunning feat of abrasive wave action
Or possibly some secret dolphin magic
A tide pool would arise
A lagoon off the shore
Drifting and shifting over the course
Of a week, maybe two
Drifting out, drifting in
Widening out, slimming in
Shallow enough to sit in at dawn
Submerged to my neck at the day’s final yawn
Defiant of the perpetuity of the ocean at large
A toy trench off the shore
Spanning the length of a whale
Sometimes less, sometimes more
My own nascent Marianas
Never failed to provide
An off-shore haven where I could reside
These transient channels, clear and serene
Cut off from the rest of the sea
By a vast steppe of water, ankle deep
Separating me in my watery kingdom
Where no monstrous creature of the deep could reach
Out and out that plain stretched
(Only once did I test it)
Till that clean sandy bottom would begin its descent
Slowly at first, then quickly it went
Down to the unknown dark

Into a child queen of a tiny sea world, I’d transform
Springing up from the bottom of pulverized quartz
To shatter the surface between the water and the night
Send millions upon millions of droplets of brine
Glittering and spinning off into the night
I’d leap out my trench, onto that shallow plain
Sprint out to the edge of my earth and breathlessly gaze
out over the hidden deep
Reminded I’m only a guest
The ocean is neither mine nor yours to keep
Having drunk my fill of humility
I’d spin round
Fly back
Dive back down
Into my fleeting empire, my sea of tranquility
My throne resumed, I’d splash and play
With the smile of the summer Milky Way
Shooting out of the ocean, slicing the southern sky
The universe itself keeping a loving and watchful eye
As the earth showed me exactly who she was
No pretense
I’d dig my fingers into the satiny sand
And feel its realness
Every cell of my skin feeling the water rush across
As I coasted, submerged, along the bottom and lost
Myself from the rest of mankind
Then I’d rest my head back on that broad sandy mesa
Gaze up at my friends Scorpius, Aquarius, and Cassieopiea
Small ripples of water lapping at my temples

Barring defense of Descartes’ deceiving God
Not a thing in all the world could ever make me doubt
That every sensation that I felt
in those days
Was a whisper from the cosmos telling me about
The ways to be and
The ways to see and
All the states of mind that reveal
What is good, and true, and right, and real

Copyright © Carolyn Fish | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

South Florida -The Free Flow Style

~South Florida~
(Free  Flow ) 


The temperature is rising 

We're in the hottest days of summer 

Heat and humidity in the air are soaring 

Sometimes for days the rains are just pouring 


This is summer with all its days full of sun and fun 

People strolls the beach, and swim far beyond the sand 

Beachcombers spend there their time till the sun goes down 

Surfing and sunbathing is all a big part of their fun 


You see children running and playing 

Some are so happy building sandcastles under the sun

There are people of all ages, sexes and shapes 

Some are sitting, eating and laughing till the day is undone 


These are the hottest days of summer right  where I live here
 
Living in Florida for so many people can be a lot of fun all year.



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2005 



May.03.2016

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Summer Haiku

pink shells on brown hand
     as blue water lap white sands
           keen contrast of colors









15 April 2015
Picture Perfect Haiku #2
Sponsor: SKAT A



Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Diamante |

West is the best

California
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 | Haiku |

SUMMER STROLL

golden grains of sand gentle waves caress our toes dreams walk on ... kiss you! Jan Allison 20th November 2014 Thanks to Demetrios for his assistance with the final line

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

SUMMER SOJOURN

golden beach sandcastles touch the sky childhood memories modern haiku Contest Short forms for Summer 3 sponsor Andrea Dietrich 05~21~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Summertime Fun - On the Beach

Summertime Fun – On the Beach
When I’m feeling hot, hot, hot, the beach is certainly my ideal fun spot! Wearing sunglasses and floppy hat plopped on my head, I’m lunging under an umbrella in my bathing suit so red. As I play with my bare feet in the warm sand, for me summertime on the beach is always grand!
After a few sun-drenched laps in the salty ocean, I’m ready for a full-body massage with baby oil or suntan lotion. Feeling very relaxed, sipping on a frosty virgin pina colada, this is definitely summertime fun for Pandita! Just imagine coconut trees swaying in a light breeze, that’s a picture I like – so freeze frame – please!

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haibun |

Images in Sophisticated Colors - Rewritten, have another go

In early morning light I wheel myself outdoors. The vibrating air lively with small dancing aphids. In distance near, that booming sound of crashing waves against the sand, waves with their perpetual wish to walk the shore. Waves, so powerful, so strong yet so dumb, a caged animal wanting to escape. I want to escape the prison that sometimes is me, but not now. The air is fresh, the light is sharp, the wind brings longing and the salty fragrance of jelly fish in their frail beautiful dance in water, so plump and sorrowful in death on the shore.

waltz in ozone sun song of life and love in blue: waves of soothing sea
The beach also represents my love for dance and motion in harmony with nature, The evening light with its orange colours chant words without speech, that only need to find their way into sentences, born in movement. Stars and nightly black guide thoughts into music, where I see me dance the way I once did.
soft water ripples around the wheels, inviting to dance forever
I write down images in sophisticated colours, the eternal dance of fragile mentality, and physical injury, seated here, in the evening shade. Slowly darkness sends away the tangerine sky, covering me with a blanket of warm yellow, and small smithereens of starlight. A myriad specks reflected in the soothingly speaking sea that nibbles at my feet in tender kisses of friendship.
musical shower courage in frail harmony, water in motion.

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

No fool

The sea is beautiful and I love it 
and every single at the beach moment 

Seagull chatters
Wind no matters

The body turning yummy brownie
My nature has stopped being whiny

I love it!
I love it! I love it!

And the best situation is my dear one 
when there shines the shiny beautiful--

Diamond which to have is really such fun
On my right hand and not from a fool



19.05.2016





Copyright © Weeping Willow | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Summer Vacation

I didn’t want to go on vacation
I would rather stay home with my friends
When does being treated like a baby
In this family come to an end!?

We went to a stupid hot beach
I don’t even know how to swim
I would rather be practicing basketball
Back home in the high school gym.

I sat moping on the beach all alone
As the sun was starting to set
We’d been here for all of three days
I wasn’t having any fun yet.

Then I noticed her walking by herself
Silhouetted against the red sky
Just on the edge of the water
I was speechless as she passed by.

I watched her walk down to the pier
Where she turned and started coming back
I went down to the edge of the water
Making sure I would be in her path.

 I was aware of this beautiful creature
Walking ever closer to me
Her blond hair gently dancing
Inspired by the ocean breeze.

She looked up and smiled as she passed
Slowing down for me to say, “Hi”
An opportunity I couldn’t respond to
As I simply let her pass by.

All night I stayed awake dreaming
Of this angel I saw on the shore
Silently thinking and scheming
What I would do if I saw her once more.

Next day I was on the beach early
To give my destiny a shot
I sat there searching and burning
The sun was so very hot.

Just when I was about to give up
And mope on back to my bed
I heard a sweet voice saying,
“Boy are you turning red.”

I’ll spare you all of the detail
From my steamy summer of love
When on a golden ray of sunshine
My future wife was sent from above.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |

SUMMER BEACH WEAR

they walk in suite
that are thin
ask how didn't they get in
its so tight
you see thur right
you can't help but stare
back out and bare
where i live theyer near
those lady
SUMMER BEACH WEAR

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012

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. 

A'bidah Mahri
21 May 2017

Copyright © Nur Abidah Mahri | Year Posted 2017

Details | Limerick |

Barefoot on the Beach

The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near

The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
Singing Showaddywaddy
The excitement in us now thrives

In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon

For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball






Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

Details | Acrostic |

Summer

Seeking the perfect picnic spot
Utopian sunshine so mellow
Mountainous waves for surfing
Marching to nature's rhythm
Ever have basil flavoured ice cream? (better than it sounds)
Reeling in the Catch of the Day

Spending time on my bicycle
Under the star lit canopy dreaming
Marrying seed to soil, fresh grown
Meeting my family at the cottage
Enjoying the antics of energized grandchildren
Relishing floating on mirror like moisture

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

A Day at the Beach

Are we having fun yet?
I think I’m doing everything right.

The three-hour drive only took four hours.
My postage stamp of beach is
staked out and blanketed.
Soda and Kool-Aid float in
tepid water in the cooler.
Beach towels, bathing suits, balls,
umbrellas, goggles, fins, chips,
hats, sun block, sand toys, lawn chairs,                   
and Solarcaine are near at hand.

I know, you see, because I carried them
across every damn inch of a quarter mile
of burning sand while the kids chased
seagulls and picked Cheetos off the
ground.

Are we having fun yet?

Sand has invaded personal spaces
even my gynecologist hasn’t seen.
My hair has twisted itself into Rasta locks,
saltwater style, and I can actually
see the freckles exploding like popcorn.
I lie down. I open a book. I am promptly surrounded.

“Mommy, it’s hot. We want to go home.”

Are we having fun yet?

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Summer Moon


summer night
the full moon floats
on silver waves

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Summer

Swirling drifts of sugared sand
slipping through your sun-jeweled hand.

Treasure seeking on the shore
as up above you seagulls soar.

Billowed hair on skin so golden;
for this warmth you are beholden.

Maybe hike a mountain high
and gaze into an azure sky.

Or waltz along a forested path
at times enduring nature's wrath.

In gardens and fields so lush and green
sweet summer fruits are everywhere seen.

A sparkling season of beauty and sun
too soon is ended once begun.


written 1/3/2015  for Shadow's contest

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015

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 | ABC |

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

My Persian Queen

From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Too Excited

My swimmers on, to the beach I ran,
Across the hot, white, squirming sand,
The first wave faced knocked me rotten,
My dad had told me but I'd forgotten,
Jump the waves son if you can.

Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rubaiyat |

My Indulgent Vacation


A paling sun descends in late day; with a wink, it signals the moon to rise. In only a blink of my rested eyes, newly tanned limbs cool in the sand, and the foamy tide sprinkles my lips with a salty drink. New memories cover me like a soft terry-cloth robe as I lazily lie alone on an exotic beach across the globe. Distant, green-peaked mountains seem to climb to heavenly heights where a gracious sky falls tranquil to the ocean’s gold-flaked lobe. I selfishly indulge in this dream vacation all alone without a speck of guilt or any thought of remorse shown. Silky sand and bluest skies stretch out until the stars sink low to meet upon secluded beach and crown me from fair summer's throne. written 2/7/15 for Shadow's Indulgence Contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Triolet |

Summer Days

~Summer Days~ (Triolet) Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs Hear the birds,butterflies see the heather Summer season brings very hot weather There is fun and lots of sun altogether We see sunshine very bright for most part Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 May.3.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Summer 2012 Olympics: Womens Beach Volleyball

I wish I could be as gorgeous as you are now. Strong and strong-willed. Muscled and lean. Compact, hard, soft, curved. Covered in sand. You are all long legs, tendons straining to push muscles further. You are all long hair tied back, braided. Concentration written on your face. 4 girls. 1 net. 1 ball. 21 points. And you are a glowing beast.

Dedicated to Misty May-Treanor and Kerry Walsh.

Copyright © Gina Young | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

A Maryland Summer

Our Robin’s nest on twenty-eighth bayside,
strung like the Kite’s Loft display.
Free and now flowed with the tide,
as we watched the sunrise of each day.

Center courts of youth and bouncing Penns
pushed full throttle jet skis into romances.
The moon lit footprints in amends,
as Hope laid us down with chances.

The sun’s vixens sat on boardwalk benches,
their penthouses held one night Seacrets.
Tired of searching for pearls in surf’s trenches,
an open air preacher passed out leaflets.

Dice throws into Fate and riptides,
doused by sea foam and sand bars.
Eastern block girls ran carousel rides,
their accents glazed smiles and fast cars.

Ribeye’s and tuna steaks on the grill,
Harbor Island’s slow gas dock --
a seventy-foot fishing boat it couldn’t fill.
Canvas Sperry’s dried on a sundial clock. 

The one Turtle that sat near Jamestown,
looking up and down coastal highway.
The Greenest oasis we could find in uptown,
seagulls carried her eggs far away.

To days fully lived and expressed.
To what was held and what transcends.
To goodbyes and route fifty going west.
To that summer and all the friends.

--------------------------------------------------
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
05.14.15

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

The Beach

The Beach There was one spot upon the hill where when the sun was just right, and you got up real early, you could see the ocean. Just a glimpse of it as the sun bounced its morning yawn across the bay. It seemed a million miles away, that strip of salty coolness glimmering in the distance. We had gone there once, riding busses with the windows open, the smell of city pouring in and the thrill of mystery and adventure building. The slender strip of ocean now become the suitor of horizon’s hand, hot grainy sand to sift between the toes and waves, Oh man the waves, that slapped against hot skin causing shocking shrieks and shivered smiles. The taste of salt licked slowly from the last French Fry, the feel of sand and stone in tickling erosion beneath the feet, the touch of drifting seaweed, the tightness of fresh salted, drying skin. Shared sandwiches and Kool-aid raised to gourmet grade by scented breeze off ocean waves. Hot seats on stifling bus and fast asleep, a stone to hold, a memory to keep. The spot will e’er remain the keyhole that I peek through at a day, one day, when we were there, the sun, the sea, the air, and me. John G. Lawless 2013 submitted to – Summertime Fun – Poetry Contest sponsor – Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |

Day at the Beach

Day at the Beach
on a beach girls play flaunting sexy bikinis... grinning sharks circle

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014