Beach Poems | Examples of Beach Poetry

Under a silver grin of moon, he shuffles past the tide, His cane clicks like Morse code—C-A-N-E, not C-A-N-T—in stride. Salt air tames his hair around the balding head, still stubbornly spry, And in that tap-tap rhythm, a rogue star leaps in his eye. Wave surf offers applause, gulls pretend...

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The chirping birds, The falling leaves, Foggy, Mystic, Sandy shores where all roads End ...

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There was a window by the mango tree,   facing west, where sunlight spilled like secrets.   That’s where I waited,   where I last saw you—   not waving, just walking. The curtains danced even when the wind was still.   They remembered your scent   better than I did. I tried to forget the taste of afternoons   without your laugh in the hallway.   Tried to unhear the sound   of your...

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A leonine sun of August's stately presence, see the maple and oak leaves, no longer a fresh green of youth. Children will put their beach pails away, when September's boughs drop acorns. It's the closing chapter of the carefree months, when sweethearts on the moonlit boardwalks part. I enjoyed iced coffee on the patio, when the newly-mowed lawn days set us to daydreaming, watching wrens, bluebirds,...

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Some late blooming occurred in the seventies when 'Hey Jude' and the sunshine in her head went public. She settled into a craft shop, gently molested by Applejack and Californian Skunk until a self-image exploded. An aftershock of rainbows continued. Ruckle lips roam a now manic makeup. Gainsborough hats trump frizzy kablooey. On the boardwalk, she stands palimpsest, a fragmented journalism of more colorful times. She...

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Whispers swirl in tides of haze Where the sun fractures time A molten gold drip cascades Melting the edges of dreams Sand writes stories beneath bare feet Footprints fade like forgotten tales Caught between the hum of salt and wind Waves sprawl restlessly and untamed Twilight softly flickers off shells Waves now gently humming a lullaby Being and reflection in endless loops Echoing in the heartbeat...

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Inside the four walls is my agony surpasses the night The day is replaced with work, and time slides by Animals seemed privileged and were cared for bright Why not I am cared but cut half throat left to die How long is the test that has no end squeezes my rest? Oh, when will my eyes smile and heart...

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climb between the spires hot bare feet on sugar beach touch the winding surf opening and closing eyes i’ve left earth for heaven’s peak tour leaves the pitons ~ on the bus, bananas and warm cassava bread ...

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the wind blows, caressing my skin, my hair is tousled, i make no attempt to fix it. breathe, once and then twice. the waves crash against the shore, my heart fills with a strange sense of peace. breathe, once and then twice. my feet sink into the warm sand, the air is salty and profound. ...

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Nature beams golden Beach cathedral paints with light Cosmic art kisses...

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at the miracle of low tide in the glitter of an afternoon the sun bestows its magic on every grain of sand and seashells come out to play and sunbathe the beach enchanted with awe and whimsy AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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In swim trunks, the balls were out. Each one scored a mighty shout. digressed to a maul, in a beachside brawl Winners were in serious doubt. ...

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I’m twisted into submission; admission to true world of imaginary breeze and coconut salt. I’m a seed, slipping into sand, letting go. The wild sea’s crest and trough didn’t swallow me, silence me - my thoughts. Roots, a muse - rest and recreate; drudge baggage ditched at shore. The dunes spoil me with their grit and pink hydrangeas. Sunglasses recover my eyes; sunburn writhes on my skull. Hair in free fall, snarled and damp, like anemones. An assault of coconut...

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Noise and surf blown over, I remember Shade of flowers, they look very mismatched in my corner here These city streets ebb and flow like the sea, let me A close shave of thighs, my window's je t'aime I must have walked out — my nose choked ~with the rain~ Seconds pause. please remember the seconds of flowers....

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A DAY AT THE BEACH Just something silly.... There once was a squirrel named Sue, who dreamed of the ocean so blue. With a towel and a delicious snack, she set off with goodies in her backpack, hoping to build castles and surf waves anew. She dug in the sand with great...

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