Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
New York City
Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014
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.
21 May 2017
Copyright © Nur Abidah Mahri | Year Posted 2017
winter wizard beach
sunbathers turned to ice
gulls to puffs of snow
Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2014
THE CARIBE HILTON WINTER
I know she squints her eyes from sunlight straight above
as olive hands lay to her skin, as if in love,
just barely to escape the falling snow
she's gone to where the fools and rich all go
and lies out on the beach I'm only dreaming of.
She sips on planters punch, as gulls dip in the sky,
manipulating where their wings would have them fly;
in waltzes of precision, like the snow
they go to where they want their lives to go,
but never have an end, their love can never die.
Is this not Gods caressing--and the earths delinght,
His dressing of the trees in simple black and white?
How could I leave this world my heart must know
to go where only tropic breezes blow,
Though falls the snow from dawn, and through the winters night?
I surely see the snowflakes in the falling snow
each one is different from the ones that wait below,
just as some individual might be
a little strange and different to me,
but each is all the same, except in what we know.
My lady knows the sun will do her spirits good
and if she can be there, then certainly she should!
But as for me, I've chosen not to go--
to love each minute that my heart can know,
and God shows me the snowflakes, not the snow.
And yet, I wonder at her Hilton Get-away,
and dream of sea gulls, loose and in their play,
San Juan's become the place I want to go,
away from cold, away from gathering of snow,
and in her Paradise, she'll welcome me, I know.
© ron arbuthnot aka ron wilson aka vee bdosa
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
After the rain,
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.
Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.
Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.
I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts,
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010
Rare hidden gem in Florida
Home to Thomas Edison,
Harvey Firestone; Henry Ford
America hidden blessing
Golden history landmark Royal Palm Hotel
Where the rich and famous relax
Palm trees sway proudly on Edison Ave
Where you can go to escape the world
Cry your blues away
City where the tropical savanna at its finest
Enjoy the ocean facing gulf of Mexico
Ride the strip of the beach
Sanibel and Captiva Island
Known for their pearly white sands
Take you to another place
Estero a city that motivates
Motivates to dream big
Robert Edward Lee
Oh faithful American General
Ft Myers home of snow birds
Soaking up the tropical climate
Soaking up some Ft Myers memories
Memories that last a lifetime
Copyright © Patrice Trice Jackson | Year Posted 2016
I awaken to a sky- of slate blue
The drizzle falls down, in a stone grey hue
Another dreary, January day
Must make my getaway, without delay
I fly the skies, on a plane called Jet Blue
With indigo shades, and an azure view
To a southern land, with hot Aztec sand
With nothing planned, and a drink in my hand
Next day I arise, to new sapphire skies
Can't believe my eyes, I'm in paradise!
Look! There's a peacock, and, a Macaw too!
So much to see, and nothing else to do
A local band sings Margaritaville
I've gotta go now, I can't stand still!
John Derek Hamilton
For Blue contest received N/A
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
A silent wave rushing inside my heart
Your hand leading me so far we won't depart
Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far
Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.
Oh the thrill it was to hear
your voice so silent as I opened up to you
so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart
I was searching for a answer to a question for so long
there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart
Your voice Lord, in ways I never found
a silent whisper so very loud
inside my heart the silent wave replied
to me your love is so divine..
So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind
please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
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
I do not know?
hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/
i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/
i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/
going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//
Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013
there is some sunshine
over snowclad beach- golden
rays dance on silver
golden sunrays just
kiss the snow clad beach - lil warmth
to the chilling day
golden rays dancing
on the silvery snow clad
beach-a true retreat
Copyright © Kolachana SriSudha | Year Posted 2016
Winter in the African sun
Feels like sizzling summer fun
Come down to Durban beach
And all your blues will be bleached
This is South Africa’s playground
We have a golden tan all year-round
Thabang Jan Ngoma
Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest Name: The Answer (in less than 7 lines)
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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
Festive SPARK OF JUNE.
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
And FAIR WEATHER DREAMINGS.
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016
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
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