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Details | Light Poetry |
I see the pain
Reflected via turquoise blue
Of the oceans hue
She stares out into the oceans depth
Her lover dead under the sea
The waves have made her destiny

I stare at her
From a hill above the shore
Her pain cripples me such
That I can not move

How can I love this woman so
The small of her back
Invites me to hold her
Caress her tears into the sea

The salt water offers comfort
Massaging her feet
The sun glitters with hopeful endeavors
That neither of us feels at all

I am in love with this woman
Since a wee child long ago
Her pain is my pain
Yet my guilt I carry alone

We both will stand hand in hand
To bury her husband
My brother

As I keep secret my love and desire
Only wishing her sadness to ebb
Into the sea that took hold of part of me
My brother I loved and honored

So on the hill above the shore
I stare at the woman I always adored
Oh brother forgive me my thoughts
As I wish to comfort your lovers broken heart

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |


These salted memories tell stories
The oceans and seas gave birth to.

Over the tempestuous waters
Echoes from the bellies of slave ships
Ride the tides of history

Spreading ripples over the shores
Of time proclaiming forgiveness
For lost souls.

We sashay along bleached beaches 
Where white sands mask the shed blood;
And splashing waves drown out
The ghost echoes of rattling chains:

We no longer remember
Our beginnings here.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
I knew you long before
    pursuit's intention shone,
felt you in sun's fiery warmth
       & shooting star surrender,
heard your voice on soft
  burbled whispers of sweet zephyrs
    and nectar'd songs of hummingbirds,
saw your depths of magnificence
        in sapphire ocean tides
     cresting 'neath effulgent moons
savoring breaths of crystalline
   snowflakes on crisp sea air,
I knew strength in your convictions    
   for it braved every fantasy's illusion
     acquiesced 'tween dulcet desires,
whilst the strong presence of your charms
     envelop'd every night's dreaming

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
I come to you with humble thanks for all that you’ve delivered, For Englishmen to walk the planks and for timbers left unshivered. I thank you for a glassy sea and the steady blowing breeze, For giving all these things to me without making me say please. And I thank you for the horizon where sea and sky do meet, For every new sun that I watch risin’ is a day of fate I’ll cheat. It is my hope dear loving Lord that I can bring you pleasure, By throwing someone overboard and stealing all their treasure. And when I navigate at night you send the northern star, I feel then that I’m alright and it’s to you that I’ll say ARRR. There’s a lesson that some people teach about the carrying that you do, But I knew that the footprints on the beach must have belonged to you. ‘Cause I got a peg and there’s no doubt it would’ve got stuck into the sand. I couldn’t have pulled myself back out because I got this hook for one hand. I’d like to see you but by some quirk my good eye got covered by my patch, I know that I’m just salvage work and it’s you who’ll batten down my hatch. So Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum and raise the Jolly Roger to the sky, And praise Him from whom blessings come the one who reigns on high. For I am grateful for the gifts that you have granted me, A pirate ship that is so swift and the blue green open sea.

Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
Ah the lovely seasdie
Ah the lovely seaside

Childhood scents
Salt air, Salty bitter memories

Jacques had turned just seven
He dreamed to walk along the seashore
He dreamed to see the seagulls sore overhead
He most of all dreamed to leave his basement

All the windows were covered with curtains
The days, nights no matter
His life was the darkness
His momma and papa, gave away their smiles

There were many days, the lightening was eternal
Well into the night
His mother held him tight
They both absorbed the fear of the other

Many mornings, Momma, can I walk to the beach?
No Jacques my little one, you must stay here
Help is needed in the kitchen
He wondered what help. We have no food to cook?

Many a day when no one was watching him
He would peek out the window, longing
The beach was simply down the street and to the left
Oh how he dreamed to run and play and splash in the waves

Summer was warming up his heart
He knew his momma and papa loved him
He knew these were bad times
Even so, he decided, tomorrow, yes tomorrow

So on the night of June the 5th
He planned well, hiding his boots out back
Made a small backpack for snacks and his jacket
He fell into a deep sleep, so very pleased

Up early he snuck out of the house
Past the bakers and in between soldiers patrolling
Quite easily he found the path down to the beach
Little did poor Jacques know he was to become a part of history

He ran from a little inlet out onto the beach
Jumping and dancing and gleefully singing to the seagulls
As he observed boats of all shapes and sizes and sailing to shore
His spine tingled, with a foreboding

The seaside
Became hell
Darkness clouded Jacques world
Bombs and gunfire rained down from all sides

Jacques tried to run, but his feet became heavy
He stumbles and fell to the sand
Thousands of solders emerged from the sea
Racing towards him, some running, some falling

A young Canadian man, Victor was his name
Firing his rifle, and racing for the shore saw the young boy
He had a new born baby back home, named him jack
Well he ran and fell atop the young boy, yelling above the fray

Stay quiet young man, don’t move
I will protect you, fear not
Even fear was the meal of the day
As the seaside became Dante’s eternal hell

The Germans above, fired all they had towards the beach
Machine gunners fired, mortars rained and snipers took aim
A young German man with a rifle was shooting anyone
Whom by miracle was still moving

His sites were set on that particular Canadian soldier
He took aim then saw a boy underneath the soldier
Well at the end of the battle, that young German soldier
Had one bullet left in his rifle

He could not fire
In the heat of battle
He pulled out a photo of his young boy Erik
He kissed the photo, and wept

It was the Germans last thought
As a bullet ripped of his head
The Canadian soldier was staring at this exact moment
Pain ripped his heart, as if he too was dead

Miraculously Jacques survived that day
When he made his way back home
His momma and papa hugged him so tight
They almost strangled him

For the rest his life
Jacques never went by the seaside, not once
For him he tasted the bitter smell of cordite death 
He lived his life in the vineyards, far from the sea

One may wonder now
How do I know all of this?
Well I work at an old folk’s home as an orderly
I take care of poor old Jacques

I remind him daily
No Jacques we will not be going to the seaside
Somehow, I feel obligated to this old man
As did my grandfather those many years ago

Who saved the life of a little boy named Jacques
June 6, 1944


Erik and Jacques both developed a passion for wines and vineyards and became the best of friends

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |
 I can soothe like a lullaby
  with a soft melody
 I can tickle your feet
   If that is your fancy
 I am the muse of the poet
   And the painter's brush
 I am the love of the sailor
    And the sunset's blush

 Creatures great and small
    Dwell in my depths
 If you delve into my realm 
  You must hold your breath
 But the depths of my mystery
    Are yet to be reached
Don't be a hero, stay on the beach

 I can cool you down
 On a hot summer day
 I can reach any coast
 whether it be night or day

 But I can rise up in anger
 just out of the blue
 I can become the tsunami 
that destroys you!


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Late Summer sun on golden sands
Throws shadows from the cliffs and rocks
And the patiently-waiting donkeys stand
Near the aptly-named Refreshment Box.

Tea and coffee, squash and ice-cream,
Packs of biscuits and home made cake,
Sea salt spray and the seagulls’ scream
And sand castles that children make.

Nothing has changed much over time
Except for the friends no longer seen,
The friends when life was in its prime
Now lost in the years in between.

Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Water wives live sheltered lives
Amongst the coves where pirates rove

Daily catch is makers match
Where red hot stoves hide fresh baked loaves

Water men are thick and thin
So often strove where shipmates hove

Water child is often wild
The treasure trove where pirates roved


Copyright © Rick Richardson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
The sea shore, where thoughts become untied,
and the spirit yearns with its ebb and flow,
watching the sun cut across the horizon like a dull knife,
as the day moves through time to the color red.
There between amber light and rendered dark,
waves allow silence to dwell.
Asking the mind to describe the indescribable,
where senses are lost,
and welcomed scenes of birds silhouette across,
a rainbow sky bending to the horizon.
The coolness of wet sand wraps around the skin
as you glide through soft foam.
and the undulating of each wave wells up,
to end at the feet before pulling back,
leaving a sense of eternity.
To stay, to cross into twilight where stars beckon,
leaving trails upon the sky, as though a match was struck,
bring secrets woven by the moon's light,
dripping on the black water surface,
like a crown of crusted jewels to welcome a lonely traveler.
As the imprints left by the day wash out to sea.

Contest The Sea Shore

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
Gentle winds caress my wrinkled old skin,
As I slowly sink in sea's softest sand.
Gliding flight of seabirds seen once again.
Beyond gray contours as sea touches land.
Soft silhouettes float where birds claim their space.
As I silently stare upon this view,
I'll find warmer edges my eyes embrace,
And find like you, I am just passing through.
A moment cherished, to what will become.
To wonder of my place in life's decree.
To hear the same music from tides soft strum,
Like the souls who've stood here long before me.

As beautiful colors float in my mind.
I'll hope the next old soul reflects in kind.

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play. 
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey. 

With scoops and buckets he did build 
A structure tall and grand. 
And to the child the beach did yield 
A castle made of sand. 

But as he left, I do recall, 
Away I did not turn. 
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned. 

The tide came in, with force did strike, 
The castle could not stand. 
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand. 

And man is but a child at play, 
His works they will not last. 
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed. 

Each thing we do, Each thing we say, 
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away, 
Yes, this I do believe. 

We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand 
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.

Copyright © Stan Bradford | Year Posted 2007

Details | Prose Poetry |
Bathed by the ocean blue 
There came a thought…
And it was solely of you.
How you’d dance across the night sky
With palms and the waves, waving good bye
With hopes and lights
All lost and wandering the night
Not at all lost…
But not at all found
I’ve wandered these towns…
I’ve wandered these thoughts,
Where has the time gone by?
No longer you dance…
No longer you play…
Just sit there in the sand
By the oceans nice bay
Dream with me tonight
Dream with me of all the things we once would do
Come back to life…
Just once…
Dance with me one last time
Beside the oceans blue
Come back to life…
Give me one last memory of you

Copyright © Jessica Kuilan | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

There is a magical  yet languid summer hint,
In cupping white- powdered sand
That’s not unlike a warm delight…
Of gently observing a quivered roll
As it wends its way down past grasses ;
On our memorable August coastline
To somewhere new, some place unknown.

And delicate grains, earthy as your breath,
Move through the cylinder of my mind
Bringing back reveries from yesterday…
And pulling us down to a sandbox of dreams
Where I linger   linger  to think of you;
Like summers’ coastline… flowing gently into me.

Sandbox Contest for Anthony Slausen

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
As I sit alone on this rocky shore. The mist rises around my feet and I long for much, much 
more. Just to go out to sea and meet the horizon just you and me in our blazon. To feel the 
salt water as we sail away to enjoy the beauty of this day in this very protected bay.  To kiss 
the rose of early bright.  Maybe stay way into the night and see the moon and billions of 
stars. Reach up and touch the loving God.  The one who made you for me and made the sea 
and misty shores that consumes all my lonely and tiresome chores.

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Imagism |
Acquiesced amongst gypsy stardust,
      dance of aroused blissfulness 
 knees went weak mid a zealously flirtatious
   sunset, as skies intensity was enraptured
      mid fierce moonbeam's caressing zeal, 
fulfilling a wickedly wild aching surrender
      within ardor's aroused captivation,
enthralling enchantingly obscure sunrise
   sensations of endmost satiated fervency,
  shorelines met heavens verve
     breathless in exhalations' celestial passion,
 chanted to the gods 'tween fiery escapism
     risen above darkly inclined constellations,
        'til consummated resplendence of night
            burst forth in explosive exaltation
              dreamt of ink's splendiferous poetry

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
In the distant sea, a misty vista
Wearing a shroud of pale blue illusion
It sends forth silhouette of fiesta
A wake-up call for my faint sensation

On goes the red and pink pursuit for more
Shades of beauty in our daily struggle
A tango of time in tide on the shore
Rustling sounds in the moments of bubble

With the red rose tucked in your bun of hair
The wild wind keen to dislodge your sari
We are aloof in our velvet armchair
Distress accrues in your tense inquiry

The woodpecker looking for more and more
Let’s turn on to answer the purple door

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
adorning apricot
  stardust silently
     turbulent waves, 
gingerly dappling 
   each ingrained
      bit of sea glass 
whence the tides
        were stilled,
'til they ebbed
    'tween streams
        of serene
            spring waters,
      rushing sky castles
          outer banks in 
             cascades of
                     awed hushes

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
I'm living in the boat on the ocean
No sun. No cigarettes
Tomorrow I will find you, my heart feels it
You know, you were the only one who I really loved in this dying world

Take my hand, let's break this town
My love, my love, my **** love
My heart was in my mouth
I want him. I am so sure

Don't hide from me, honey
Don't hide from the dark past
'Cause she is on the another side
She's waiting for you, baby

I said "Everything is going to be alright"
You said "It sounds like a lullaby from my mouth"
I was repeating it thousand times
But that dark past shadow ruined you

Take my hand, let's break this town
My love, my love, my **** love
My heart was in my mouth
I want him. I am so sure

I want him
I want him
I want him

Copyright © Floral Flowers | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
L’orgue de la mer - The Sea Organ

Née à l’horizon	

          Born on the horizon

où se meurt le soleil

          where the sun dies

ses grandes vagues pleurent

          her large waves weep

et s’écrasent sur les marches

          and crash on the steps

où l’orgue de la mer chante

          where the sea organ sings

le va et vient des marées

          the coming and goings of her tides

plein d’accords mystérieux d’air et d’eau

          filled with mysterious chords of air and water.

The Sea Organ is located in Zadar, Croatia. Below the steps you see in the above picture there's a system of tubes and a resonating cavity that turn the site into a musical instrument when the waves come crashing in.

Copyright © Anne-Marie Coreggia | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
Spirit of interpretation only rest in the hearts of sailing ships,
Following the northern star the Heaven set in place.
Soul captains the vessel in search for meaning, 
Drifting forward.
Navigating through the constellation of words, 
Compass is the Above.
Maps become written languages, 
Forming beautiful art on scrolls.
Ocean of poems, 
Breath holds the power of tongues.
Speech breathes a sweet breeze to overflow and give current.
Caught by tides, 
Making waves in the world.
Words are unlimited resources raining down-
Bringing joy, 
Giving peace, 
Seeing beauty, 
Praise life, 
Love dwells.
Found in the Sea of Poetry, 
Endless journey.
Universal language feed the mind's eye.

Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
Conches scattered in shifting sands,
Ocean's painted art from high tide,
Caring not of past life inside.

Lovingly cupped in tiny hands,
A child of six years finds great joy.
Dirty hands bother not, this boy.

He lifts one to ear where he stands.
His bare toes dug in dampened silt,
Near sandcastle that he just built.

Dancing to sounds of seashell bands,
He squeals shear delight at the tune.
A sight that makes his mother swoon.

Ocean music, he understands.
He remembers time on Dad's ship.
Dancing stops and a tear does slip.

Conches scattered in shifting sands,
Lovingly cupped in tiny hands.
He lifts one to ear where he stands.
Dances to sounds of seashell bands.
Ocean music, he understands.

Written 11/25/17 for 
Craig Cornish/Constanza Contest.

Copyright © Rhoda Tripp | Year Posted 2017

Details | Limerick |
Who be th' stenchin' verminous Horsman 
what hollers t' th' seafarin' oarsmen 
when th' mind's a-fog
where we fest th' grog 
why be d'mandin' pennin's of  bay men 

***All errors are intentional and used merely to facilitate pirate speak.  

Copyright © delysia hendricks | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
As I was walking by the sea one day
I came upon a fan of me 
For sure it was a rare sight to see

As I stopped to ask, what was it doing 
 Sitting there beside that deep blue sea 
He said, well,  I'm sitting here waiting

 Just for  you, So I sat down beside him
 To rest my toes in that deep blue sea 
As I stroked him ~ he purred like a kitten

He opened up just for me, and I could see 
At last, I had found my  PEARL of the sea  
It was my destiny waiting there just for me

Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
Sea is sealed,

Some secrets!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Too much fun to wear!

Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010

Details | Tanka |
Ocean draws me love
Come, come relax as waves tap
Toes, pelicans, gulls

Fun floating face down
Snorkel, mask, strange ocean clown
Below fish dart, chase
Look for love, food, fun, frolic
Similiar needs_fish~humans

Love, food, fun, frolic,friendship
Fish congregate in close schools
Human congregate in needs
Needs as poetry shared

Contest:"Fun & Frolic"
Written by: Sara Kendrick

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
I fell off a boat
An Octopus caught me in her arms
She took me for dinner

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
They flew the skull and cross bones
Up high above the deck.
Pirates on the open sea
They had treasures to collect.
One man from the crows nest
Kept a vigil from on high.
Looking out for any ships
That happen to pass by.

Their crews were mostly misfits
Ones who’ve gone astray.
They would work the Pirate ships
Just to get away.
When a ship was spotted
A battle would soon commence.
In hopes to steal a treasure
And ammunition for their defense.

Men were usually Captains
But women it is said.
Females that Captained pirate ships
Were the baddest of the bad.
Whether it was the Royal Navy
Or the great Empire of Rome.
Female captains of pirate ships
Made themselves at home.

So whether male or female
Pirates were bad news.
And the captains of these pirate ships
Had to pay their dues.

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010