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Details | Lyric |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic Verse |

the day you flew to Heaven

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

Tropical Obsession

I've got a tropical obsession
I think I'm losing my mind
I want to see my work day done
Go out and have some fun
And leave the city life behind.

I love the roar of the ocean
The smell of tanning lotion
A secluded beach somewhere
There are coconuts in the trees
With a warm and gentle breeze
And a flower in your hair.

I've got a tropical obsession
It's driving me up a wall
I want the palm trees and the shore
Blue skies and so much more
Oh God! I want it all

There's an island in the sea
I can hear it calling me
Saying come on home today
I'll bring my old beach chair
Plant it in the sand somewhere
And that's where I'm going to stay

I've got a tropical obsession
And I just can't set it free
On an island remote
In a little fishing boat
Is where I want to be.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |

There's A Message In A Bottle

There's a bottle in the ocean which keeps drifting to and fro And this bottle in the ocean Holds the secret of my soul There 's a bottle in the ocean with a message to outpour But this message holds a whisper that 's concealed forevermore Above kingdoms of Sirens and their cursing song This bottle floats and flow It would not burst nor spill a verse My suppressed mysteries will not be known. There's a bottle in the ocean It is carried by wild waves There are whirlwinds that surround it It will never reach safe bays It would never reach the sandshore It will never reach a hand It keeps turning in the ocean Far from the promised land Far from the man made castles Far from the sun~kissed beach Far from rose~scented petals and far from conquered dreams.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballade |

Sea impression

                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      

Copyright © Nina Mindova | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Surfboard City

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough girls to go around.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough time to party down.

Find a wave, then find the tide.
Find a wave that you can ride.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough waves to go around.

Find a blond.With big blue eyes.
You might find.They match the skies.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough girls to go around.

Find a wave, then find the tide.
Find a wave that you can ride.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough waves to go around.

Find a blond.With big blue eyes.
You might find.They match the skies.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough girls to go around.

Surfboard City, party town.

Surfboard City, party down..

Surfboard City-Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2014..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

Summer Fun

The long, languorous days of summer have arrived. Good-bye sweat shirts, long sleeves and jackets. Hello shorts and tanks, bathing suits, and sundresses. Bring on the pool parties! Break out the grills - it's barbecue time! Who wants to go camping? I do! I do! Gather the tent and sleeping bags. Don't forget the fishing poles and sunscreen. It's summer time, folks! Can't you hear the beach calling out to you: "Come and Play!" "Come and play!" Frolic in the waves and build castles out of sand. Let your inner child cut loose and celebrate summer! 8/4/16 For Ed Ebbs Anacreontic verse 4 Contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Albert The Alligator, Florida University Mascot Story

A green sweaty swampy land
Maybe no place for a man
But it is a home to many creatures
Such as our friend's the alligators

Now not so long ago,
In their steamy mysterious habitat
There was a fog so dim it almost made it black
and it had large limb's that hung low on the trees 
And each slim blade of grass went an inch above your knees

All gators that lived here
seemed to be very ornary and mean 
And it was considered ordinary
To attack their peers With bone crushing teeth

One could ask,
Why are they so mad?
But it's not their fault
It's just the way they were taught how to act
Ever since their speckled eggs hatched
And learned how to make their jaws snap
However, not all gators were like this
There was one who was filled with happiness
He wore a blue hat and a bright orange shirt
Everyone reluctantly called him Albert

Because Albert happened to be completely different
All the other gators kept him at an arm's distance
They called him names and spat in his face
But his joy just never seemed to fade

See Albert had a huge dream
His dream was to be with the humans
As they yelled and screamed
For the local school's winning football team

Out of nothing but sheer excitement,
Albert shared this with the others
But they all laughed even his brothers

So Albert decided right then
to not care about what anyone said
And to pursue his only dream
No matter how long or tough it may be

The next day Albert left that dreary swamp
On mission to prove the nay-sayers wrong
And when he left that dim fog grew so dark
You could not see or hear a big dog's bark

So he made his way to the nearby school
Where he saw not no one, not a single soul
Every building was empty
From the top to bottom floor
The all of a sudden, Albert heard a thundering roar
"Romp!, Stomp!, Chomp!, Welcome to the Swamp!"

He rushed to the football stadium
Where he was met with open arms
He finally felt accepted, safe from abuse and harm
So with his new friends, he rose up in exultation
His life was anew, he was the love of Swamp Nation

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...

it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Devil's Thief

Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the sail was set and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the ocean, far into the sun,
to where the keel was loose and let to run
and sailed right on to where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, uncharted was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.
    © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


I don't want gold
I don't want diamonds
Papaa please don't buy me pearls
Frankincense and myrrh are good for my soul
Sapphires,emeralds and rubies reflect so fine on my ebony skin
But this Christmas i don't want those
I want luminous smiles in the face of each and every child
For every key in my piano
Every chord in my guitar
Lord let little ones' laughter be the soundtrack  
Their bliss will be my mirth  
This Christmas.
And for the fallen ones  
Innocence stolen too early  
My friends and i will burn candles  
Light bonfires all over the world y'all
Make sure folks see their babies dancing up above
Smiles dazzling brighter than the sparkling stars
Oh their bliss lets make it our mirth
This Christmas.
I could take a safari
Africa is pretty warm and colorful this time of the year
Or visit Sendai Pageant of Starlight
Now that would be a sight to behold
Perhaps even fly over see my Irish mum
Oh what else would a goddaughter want more?
But for this Christmas  
I want luminous smiles in the face of each and every child
For every key in my piano
Every chord in my guitar
Lord let little ones' laughter be the soundtrack  
Their bliss will be my mirth  
This Christmas.
And for the fallen ones
Innocence stolen too early  
My friends and i will burn candles  
Light bonfires all over the world y'all
Make sure folks see their babies dancing up above
Smiles dazzling brighter than the sparkling stars
Oh their bliss lets make it our mirth
This Christmas.

All i need this Christmas;
For every child a smile!
#EveryChildASmile (World Vision Campaign)
Merry Christmas everybody!
Spread the love spread the cheer
Love you all!

Copyright © PENINNAH NGANGA | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |

Very Hot Day

Oooohh! You cruise to the beach.
You cruise to the sand.
You cruise all across this land.

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A spot with lots of shade.

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
Where the water's clear and fresh.

Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

Oooohh! You cruise to the Sun.
You join in on the fun.
View the desert along the way.

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A place to cool it down..

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
An oasis near the sand.

Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

Beach Lyrics by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2014..
All rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


You puckered up your lips
You went and cut your Beatle fringe
You squeezed in your bikini
And you trimmed your ginger minge
Your shadow on the beach eclipsed
The bathers on the sa-a-a-a-nd
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! You're out to bag a man
She lazes on the beach
Down by the Purple Dolphin Bar
She dribbles down her chin
While ogling hotties from afar
And even though you're thrice the size
You started out to be-e-e-e-
Tru-u-u-udy! You'd have two of him for tea
She spies a clueless victim
As his glasses hit the ground
She gaffs him with a tender look
And the sturdy rope she'd found
Though it's not gold nor money
That will cure this Turtle Dove
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! It's just buckets full o' love
She straddled him, his legs so thin
Then she began to pout
For it took half the fire brigade
To pull her victim out 
Then he began to run as soon
As his feet touched the ground
Now Tru-u-u-udy, he's nowhere to be found

Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


Up comes the ocean
Wave, froth and story
Awesome commotion
Stupendous glory                                                
The doors are open

The doors are open
Tumult in still silence
Churning in the water
Now the silence sweet 
In the seventh heaven

In the seventh heaven
As we smell the salt
The sea comes to a halt
For a tiny moment of
Beauty just begotten 

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Christmas in July!

The family is all gathered, Just like Christmas Day; All lined up in bikini’s, Soaking up the ray’s; The beach front sure is hot, In the middle of July; On the deck catchin’ catfish, So we can have a catfish fry; Playin’ beach volleyball, In Daisy Duke shorts; With friends and family, Of all different sorts; At night there’s a bonfire, We’re all makin’ S’mores; It’s so nice to spend, Our Christmas outdoors; It’s a gift to be here together, And that’s what Christmas brings; It doesn’t matter the time of year, From winter to summer to spring; And I sure love when Christmas, Comes around in July; All those warm and fuzzy feelings, When the temperature is high!

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

The Lady Flies from The Ocean to Return a River

    In her slippery salmon swim
    And red streaked Crawdads chute
    Into her eddying pools
    To stare at her from beneath rocks.
    Whitewater rapids challenge men
    To stand against her torrential frame
    And face her, screaming out in pain
    Torturous centuries of ecstatic rain
    To be her solitary stone
    To stand against her all alone
    A true man to soften her cold soul.
    And who’ll be her Reigning Lord
    Echo her insanity
    To lover her shade and slippery slopes
    Crevices’ waiting, sharp inclines.
    Once a current in the sea
    So filled with green and mystery
    To her a man did rarely come
    Then, pulled up by curious shapes
    Like lambs, in white puffs she flew
    And traced her shadow cross the land
    Till the puffs released her soul
    In little flakes, gentle and slow
    For a time entombed in frozen snow.

    There men saw her as a sprite
    Reflected in her cage of white
    Men chased her form of watery light
    In dreams that came hard in the night
    Her body lucid, long and lean
    A cold corpse, frozen to the earth
    Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee
    The sun took pity, broke the back
    Of the ice block and set her free
    So through high mountains, cliffs
    And rocks she trickled
    In a gathering streams, in rivulets
    Of tears, mouths open
    Her bosomed skin slipped as ice
    Pain built up the rage within
    And sorrow brought it to the light.
    Green – the color of fast and deep
    White – the foam that came in waves
    Along the long and joyous vein
    She spreads her long body
    Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned
    Blasted, rippled by the wind
    She’s touched only by old earth’s hand
    Its gravity like a naked man
    Basking in her pools
    Her faces and belly ghosting him, a mirror.

    Watch her through the thickening trees
    Her body sliding toward the sea
    A torturous rape, a rapid ride
    For all who’ve hung upon her side
    Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs
    With each down stroke a demon dies
    Within the man who’s bourn the pain
    Endured her crushing fingers round
    Who’s felt the pound of her breasts soft
    Been beaten by her to the blood
    And awaits for centuries her cold flood. 

Copyright © Don Standeford | Year Posted 2013

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On The Shore

As I face the shore, I gaze upon
A half-buried orange sun that 
Illuminates the horizon. Time stands 
Frozen here. Meanwhile 
Dusk is fast approaching
And darkness will soon prevail

I'm watching the tide 
Ebbing and flowing
Continually crashing into 
My welcoming feet. These 
Footprints in the sand will soon 
Fade along with the sun

I want to savor the tranquility 
And refreshing zephyr a bit longer 
Before I depart. I don't mind the 
Loneliness. Here is where I find 
My peace of mind.

Date written: 09/27/2015
Date posted: 03/24/2016

Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Dream on

I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms. 
We dream on, in the land of the free,  
but where freedom comes at a cost and 
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream. 
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,  
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,  
To the cool relief of mist burning over a  
desert black top as I brain storm lessoning 
to heart beat of my favorite song.
We dream on, from the top of 
lonely tropical island hill top  
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day 
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman... the sit and the breeze. 
Poetry by Keith K. Relf

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

Three lovers

Three lovers: by Trinity Chasara 14/3/14
I followed two bliss-drunk lovers
Down a country path
Through flitting shadow
The great void of silence
Soothing sweet waves of moonlight
Just to be close to the warmth
That did freely flow gently
Over gentle lips and flaming touches
Munificent creatures in the best entwine of desire
‘My beautiful lover,’ I heard him say
With voice tainted with faux of charm
And the hues of love did spread on her cheeks
Like the beauteous designs of butterflies
That in memory’s cathedral yawned litanies
Sprawled over random hypnotic motions
I looked and looked and drank the sight
Two blossoms warbling flatteringly
Over a dreamy delight
But like birds they did see the stranger
And flew away in flutter
Down the clustered weeds
Of a surreptitious quest

Copyright © Trinity Chasara | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Time In Hand

There's an old man
with a watch in his hand
Laying by a beach where there's grass and no sand
and he yells:

... O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Aren't the last minutes for free?
Aren't the last minutes for free...

Now old man
with his frown on his back
keeping eyes dry
but his smile on attack
He doesn't move a word
but he says out of line
and his watch just ticking and talking of time

was it you that held that door
I don't remember what the seconds are for
did you find if love was sublime
old man why you wasting, why you wasting my rhyme

and he yells:

O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Every moment keeps on passing like the stings of a bee
and the wasp are closing in and there wasting their prime
what sin have I commited to be paying such crime

Listen old man
there ain't a thing you've done
Even spiders weave webs when they have become un-spunned
and with every counting numerical suggestion you just ask for an answer
When you don't even know what question you're after

There's an old man
with a watch in his hand
Laying by a beach where there's grass and no sand
and he yells:

O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Aren't the last minutes for free?
Aren't the last minutes for free...

Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |


The sun breaks into the morning sky,
Sparkling the mirrored waters nearby,
The beautiful birds flock n fly,
As the palm trees sway in the warm breeze closeby.

The semi automous tropical island,
With its beautiful powdery white sand,
Its exotic fruit that grows on its land,
Land of warrious Massai with a wooden spear in his hand.

The vibrant and enchanting stone town,
That leads to darajani as you go down,
The Old fort(Ngome Kongwe) uptown.
The history of the spicy island still wears the crown.

The amazing kikengwa cave,
The island that has the grave,
Old slave market; the story out of 50 men who were brave,
The survivor would be sold as a slave.

The prison island and its great tortoise,
That move with enormous poise,
crystal clear indian Ocean waters that are turquoise,
And the amazing ocean wave noise.

Its aqua waters that glistene in the afternoon sun,
That live beautifull sea shells in their run,
The coconut trees that line up to stun,
Not forgeting the house of wonders as one.

The famous Forodhani park,
That continues to spark,
Glowing during the dark,
With its delicious sea food;coloured shark!

With a blissful day taken
The heart taking sunset at seven, 
And the stretch of your imagination forsaken,
Indeed zanzibar is the view of shot heaven!

Copyright © aisha itimu | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

*** on the beach

Please don't tie me up in a relation, 
please don't ask me silly questions, 
please don't take away me freedom, 
please don't sweet talk, 
i know without you I'd have to walk.
Please don't buy me flowers, 
please don't light up like a tower, 
please don't make promises, 
please don't make my heart who misses, 
fake hugs and fake kisses, 
please get out of my life when it's all over, 
please don't look for me like a rover, 
please don't let me be your lover, 
please don't get emotional, 
i won't cry coz i am rational, 
please don't look like i betrayed you, 
who said i ever loved you? , 
please don't try to negotiate, 
please stop pretending and don't agitate, 
please don't take my heart away, 
please let the sand slip away, 
please don't behave like a leech, 
am only asking for *** on the beach.

Copyright © rinki nandy | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballade |

Ballade of Love

[Stanza: 1] The spring break earring hitting her face. Eyes like Cleopatra carved out of stone of grace The Prettiest face I ever saw as my eyes were deadlock Long legs spilling out her butt as she walk. Devouring every man’s heart as she pass. My first memory of her that would long last. [Stanza: 2] We sat on the banks of Brahmaputra. Saw the mountains fired up north. She hold my hand and talked about her past. I loved her cologne which kept me waiting, And the sweat by her neck that kept me pulsating. Clicked some selfies through my cellular phone. Touched her belly and thought of, Starting the world of our own. Brahmaputra was our home, our little rendezvous We’re fishes of one pond baby, but I’ve somewhere to go. Don’t drop your shoulders, this is not the final adieu. Come close sweetie, let me kiss you. Just a few months and we’ll be through. [Stanza: 3] We may try to walk on different course, Still would end up sailing in same boat. Even if the river meanders like a bee, It will always reach the sea. For months you paid no mind and turn blind eye. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs. Beauty is a myth that lies only in the minds, Not in face but within where no one finds. Sadly our love ended out of the freaking blue, thereby Give me a chance to essay a long kiss goodbye.

Copyright © Kunal Rathod | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |


Looking through windows
--of the sand and the sea,
all you can find
--is what never can be.
All you can touch
--is her face with your mind.
All you can know
--is what you'll never find.
All you can have
--is the sand and the sea,
-----the look in her eyes
--------and what never can be.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

My dream come true

I realized just how much I missed you,
Thoughts of you reappear throughout the day.
On vacation I'm busy with my crew,
Thinking of you as soon as down I lay.

The verses don't come easy any more. 
My mind is occupied with silly things.
You were so impressed with my muscly core
And overwhelming pleasure that it brings. 

I dream of a holiday together.
We would do sport at day and love at night. 
While we'd be waiting for windy weather
We'd make some extra love with all our might. 

We would talk of all the daily matters
And of our hopes and sacred dreams - that too.
My knees would go numb as if earth shatters
When I see you again. My dream, come true!

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015