Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015
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
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
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
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
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
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
(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
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016
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
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
New York City
Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014
golden grains of sand
gentle waves caress our toes
dreams walk on ... kiss you!
20th November 2014
Thanks to Demetrios for his assistance with the final line
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
sandcastles touch the sky
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
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
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.
courage in frail harmony,
water in motion.
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
The sea is beautiful and I love it
and every single at the beach moment
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
Copyright © Weeping Willow | Year Posted 2016
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
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
SUMMER BEACH WEAR
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012
I remember the summers of my youth
in between boring academic years,
working as a beach boy
for a miserly few cents.
The smell of the sea spray
mingling with offensive smell
of droppings of donkeys
that galloped over the sand,
carrying smiling children
all the summer round.
Nor could I ever miss
the pungent reek of fish 'n chips
though come noon I would gladly
partake of a greasy piece.
Patiently I bore the odors,
cleaned the asses' dirt,
picking up the dirty cartons,
plastic cups and broken chairs.
I still can hear the laughter, though,
of children riding along the beach,
the roar of high waves surfing,
of young guys jumping and screaming
in the shallow waters of the bay,
the sight of skimpy bikinis
that skinny girls chose to wear,
the melodious music that always blared
announcing the ice cream man.
Tired, evening approached
day after one long day,
more work to clean before
returning home to rest.
I always looked at the deserted beach
as the sun descended in the sea,
leaving behind it a long stretch of sand
littered with magical sand castles,
a record of the happiness
that ruled the beach those years.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | 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
I smiled at seagulls dancing on the beach at low tide
and dug my toes into lemon-colored grains of sand,
nearly the same light hue of a fresh egg yolk, if fried
in Summer heat of the saffron sun's outstretched hand
I'd enjoy being alone today and feeling a bit recluse
I planned to bask and tan for a while near the dunes
In a swimsuit of lilac flowers, ruffled in chartreuse
while listening to orchestral music of my favorite tunes
I'd been lulled by the rhythm of waves on the shore
mingled with scent of lavender and soon I fell asleep
The slight sting of a burn had set in. It was past four
and what I wanted was to bathe my body in the deep
The waters of the sea were not quite emerald green
Nor the cerulean blue of a preening peacock's feather
It shimmered in late afternoon, as a bright aquamarine
I waded in but kept an eye on the changing weather
A wave washed me ashore and beside me a conch lay
pearly shades of watermelon and pink, imbedded inside
Then my eyes were drawn to a coral sky above the quay
On the horizon a tangerine sunset, so lovely that I cried
August 2nd 2017~Seasonal Color Contest
Colors to be used:
Copyright © Lin Lane | 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
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.
Copyright © Nur Abidah Mahri | Year Posted 2017
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
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
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
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
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
the full moon floats
on silver waves
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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
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
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
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
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015
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
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
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
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