Grave Beach Poems

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Details | Free verse |
Barefoot Dream  ©

A pair of slippers dance along 
the surf line, dank chill seeps into 
supple leather 

Laughter and joy stream out 
across the endless waves, a 
day’s freedom from society’s 
strictures 

Stripped of sock and slip’r 
toes clinch and let loose the 
sandy floor as it shifts and moves 
as in a dance, vanishing under 
her foot
 
Dancing on the heads of 
ancient warriors, lost sailors, 
drown’d lovers

Foamy wet tickles the ankles, 
grains rasp and scrape a 
hardened heel 

Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny 
secreted bones ache with 
numbing cold 

Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as 
the grasp of death’s hand brings 
her down… 

down, down into the blue-black 
arms of the cold sea

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets 

Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014




Details | Rhyme |
My name is here,
But you'll not find me.
I am with my best friends
Near the clear, salt sea.
 
We are in the wind,
In the ocean's roar:
On the smooth, cool stones
Of some sandy shore.
 
We are in the waves,
As they break on the rocks.
Here time has no meaning,
The seasons are clocks.
 
We are never alone
In this place by the sea.
We are always together,
As good friends will be.
 
We did not decay:
Turn to rot, then to bone.
We're not part of the earth;
It is not our last home.
 
We've had a good laugh,
My old friends and me.
We've escaped the dark grave,
By the clear, salt sea.


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
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 of familiarity 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