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Evil Beach Poems | Evil Poems About Beach
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This expanse of land has seen things.
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.
This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand.
It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon.
This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.
Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
A force far deeper than our anger
Elemental as a storm
Annihilating all before it
Terror makes man’s rage perform.
This force saying self is threatened
Runs to rise and to protect,
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed
Rage the enemy detects.
Over-riding other feelings
Deprives us of the power to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Eyes locked onto enemy’s
All the wider context losing,
Wipes out our good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
And the cornered eagle’s force;
We will destroy what we think other
Without bitter,pained remorse.
Nature made such to protect us;
Yet our perception can be wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seems too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know that we have erred?
For hate deceives ourselves and others
When our inmost terror’s bared.
How can we step back and ponder,
See life from a wider view?
How can we become less blinded,
So we see our world anew?
Succumb not to final despond
Succumb not black despair.
Always there are those who see.
Always there are those that care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can change when understood.
When we find another being
Who contains our frightful flood.
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2015
I saw a dream, the one in color.
That made me wonder if it's real.
I felt desire and felt purpose.
While steering boat made of steel.
There was an island on horizon.
And waves were calmly hugging shore.
The Sun was shining, clouds smiling.
And joy pierced air ever more.
So unobtrusively inviting
That island called me - "Welcome in".
The Angels sang and fish were jumping.
My heart felt like in ... well, in dream.
So, as I paddled little closer
I came to see a tree in sky.
With mighty roots impaling ground,
Thick leaves, ripe fruits and branches high.
The quiet voice without tremble
Kept whispering - "man, this is it.
Just look at leaves and fill your pockets.
They are same green as bucks and greed".
And suddenly, the Sun was winking,
The fish and crabs became a stew.
The closed doors lost all the lockers.
Unreachable got in foot or two.
The life got easier and joyful.
So many friends are rushing in.
The popularity, butt kissing
Shoot through the roof. I'm loved like king.
Then I woke up. The fading patches.
The joy inside but pain in heart.
Conflict of animals and Angels.
Feed Soul or Body, that's our fact.
Copyright © Russell Grushco | Year Posted 2016
On The Beach
Imagine walking on a beach after you finish school. Enjoying time alone. Happy that your studies are going well. In your own little world. Then they come for you. Snatch you off the beach. Take you to their boat and kidnap you. You've never been so scared. Not knowing what's happening or why. Little do you know, you won't see Japan again. Enemy soldiers came for someone. They found you. They need Japanese citizens to teach spies the language. But you don't want to do this. You go crazy. Not in anger but mentally. Your 'life' there doesn't work out. Your fate is bad. 'Suicide' by drug overdose. Your body thrown into a pit with others. A terrible fate. North Korea did this to you. And to many more who are missing.
Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2015
things change and it usually
leads to a heartbreak.
the garbage disposal still
the weeds still find a way to
it's all of what remains of a
love that held promise.
the pain then becomes
everything that seemed wrong
either turns right or
just doesn't seem so bad.
when the past disappears and
there is something still
the freeways never run out of
the radio conceives a
playlist pulled from your
library of love.
we often think this can be
used for every person
we are with but truth be
it only applies to one.
she makes positive that you
have your cigarettes,
you make positive that she
drinks enough water to
rid herself of the
dehydration she suffers from.
we walked the beach for two
we walked as if we both
needed a break from the
we used to walk as if
tomorrow wasn't coming.
we knew tomorrow would come
and with it,
a new objective for an old
as the pier licked our feet,
as the birds watched as we
played in the water,
as the sun covered two it
knew it couldn't separate,
we managed to be real about
in the end,
we had the power to turn
heartbreak into a break
from the heart.
we set course for a new
objective that we both
never really let go of.
the objective of that day was
simple but we both
turned it into something
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2016