Beach Poems | Examples of Beach Poetry

Behold the shout of “SEA!” where ends the land down Manzanilla way on windward shore - on coconut road, on ribbons of sand and follow a trail of palms to its door. Upon wet beachcomber footprint I stood, coco lillies and beach flowers I’ve smelled, and miles of castaway island driftwood oft my mother’s...

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Early morning and I walk the shoreline of my waking mind, picking over what has been washed up, the tidal spoils dislodged from a dream, scattered memories, the flotsam of time. These are what I lay upon a page, the beach strewn litter from a throw away age and weathered sea shells that speak, murmur into a listening ear the incantations of the deep. ...

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waves pound rocky coast wafting winds blow former rock Sand dunes on the beach smooth Path through the woods oaks and maples provide shade deer hide from the sun ...

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Early morning is the perfect time to walk the beach, the cool water licks at my feet. The soft sand is like walking on a pillow, pretty seashells yell-pick me up. My day started off with a bit of heaven on earth....

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There between the sandy dunes And the ageless azure shore Stood a little driftwood hut That I’d never seen before The beach grass waved and whispered And the ocean waved and roared As I found myself enticed To step inside the door Who had built this humble house This sturdy little shell To listen to the sea’s song in Or let some hermit dwell? Or maybe it...

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The Date. Sat in a pub talking to a woman of no substance other than she wore a skirt and had boobs. Pub closed, I was allowed to follow her home through dreary streets fine rain and yellow street light. I kissed her dry, bloodless lips We parted. Walking back to the seaman´s hotel. She stood by a bombed-out church and had damp hair. This is...

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I want the windows to face the sea Saw the back of a woman standing near the setting sun The woman wore clothing that pleased God Which makes me happy to see the excitement from here...

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The morning is smiling with me ,and I can feel the energy rising up out of the sea, the sun spreads it’s light upon the calm waters and I can feel the solitude of the universe bursting out of my mind. Everything is calm and still and the birds were singing on top of...

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If you were a pebble picked up by me from the beach, I would have kept you close to my heart, And never let you out of sore sight and rational reach, Protected you from every sloven screech. I would have touched every scar, Kissed your throat that swallows stars. Even if it meant gibbeting my heart. Shadowy, shallow sheaves of your...

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On this day in May, it was slowly turning into Summer What a relief after a long, cold winter My fan had become my best friend And I loved to wake up and open the shades in my kitchen with the sun coming in I cried a lot because he wasn't there Left with only the memories of...

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remember when we slept >< on the ...

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Above a beached bleached paperback, "The Doors of Perception", a pent-up penchant for greed is flung wide open: The esophagus of a seagull sky grows narrow until one seagull stomachs trash with zero tolerance for sharing. Squeaky double doors apprise descending gulls this bird has wings doubling in size. Squishy moist sand, footprint-ridged into pouty lips, chased-away seagulls waddle toward crushed crumbs. Captains...

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You are the soft brown-sugar sand beneath my feet. You are the lulls of the rhythmic ocean waves. You are the glistening diamonds dotted on the water's surface. You are the sunshine that blankets my body. You are the clarity amongst the chaos. You are the prophet to the poor. You are the body's playground. You are the souls respite. I am...

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Walking on the beach calms your nerves. Many sights to see, opposite of a chore. As the sun fades away, the horizon curves. A crimson sky breaks the distant shore. The sea crashes onto the white glowing sand. Glistening in the distance, the waves unfold. It’s like a repetitive motion, with no command. The sight is irreplaceable, more precious than gold. ...

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