Beachcombers Poems | Examples

Safety In Mob Mentality

animal control in the form of two men were shutting down the beach
There was a cougar watching from a giant rock, they wanted people safe
Many of the beachcombers ran toward the rock with cell phones
Wanting to take a “selfie” with the cougar
Did they think there was safety in numbers?
If one jumped out of an airplane without a chute would they have all done it?
The game wardens looked at each other, wondering what was happening/
Had common sense been replaced by mob mentality?
The cougar showed his teeth, and growled.
Delighting the idiotic crowd of onlookers.
Some were dumb enough to clap.
Incensing him.

Beachcombers

blue lagoon lovers
palm fronds gently console us
waves crash cool climax

Beached

BEACHED
                           broken
                        abandoned

                     to the cruel sea
                  which unrelentingly
         scatters driftwood on the shore

" where beachcombers each day explore"

    Sponsor Joseph May.
    Picture number one.
    6 / 12 / 2022.
    Howmanysyllables.com

Singerisland

A lovely walk, a promenade leads the way
Burnt orange succulents stand like bushes serene
Crushed tepid deep, whitewash stirs up behind the scenes
Delightful blends of blue sky in-between
Entwined the seaweed branching out for a reach
Finely tuned trumpet sounds of swoosh on the beach
Glassy prisms beam through dark shades
Horizon blended ocean, sky, behind palisades
Intruders running 'round, sand in face
Jelly fish glow and charm with grace
Krutsinger Island, the sign reads
Lover’s bed and breakfast needs
Men and woman frolicking in the water
Naked babies cry out with laughter
Oceanic mammals creep by
Palm trees, flowing, occupy
Quietly recedes then tosses its sea
Rentals, beachcombers welcome 
Surfers ride their boards for fun
Tingling with a cooling breeze
Umbrella of waves, high tides come and go
Verdant colors make for radiant seascape
Whales bellowing blow show
Xanadu paradise plan your escape
Yachting, sailing, tagging and more
Zanzibar coastal getaway tours

Fine Day At the Beach

‘Neath the umbrella the sun peeked shyly,
My eyes flickered on the wash of the surf
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.

A fine day at the beach, earning a smiley
Relaxing on Mother Nature’s sandy turf,
‘Neath the umbrella the sun peeked shyly.

Several beachcombers observed me dryly
Wondering, I suppose, at my sunburn scurf,
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.

A ship on the horizon, a sight I prize highly
A toddler nearby was playing with a nerf,
‘Neath the umbrella, the sun peeked shyly.

I heard the kid’s mother call him Wylie,
“Don’t bother him, play with your smurf!”
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.

Carefully, I slathered on sunscreen slyly
On the cargo ship, I imagined a tourist berth
‘Neath the umbrella the sun peeked shyly
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.

Written March 29, 2022

Discomforted Summer

Spring passed
here is Summer
at last, not her last

lasting grief, summer’s relief
cool waters flow
seasons surpass

dictates of time
as we tread water
especially her spouse

he finds slight smile
in a bottle, birds
nibbling seeds

his kids calling
on him, expecting
not too much

he is a gentle soul
supposed to be
with his other half

Summer sun
will ne’er be
a comfort

nor sea nor sand,
a shovelful or grain,
sifts through his fingers

starfish in the sky
interest his gaze
missing arms and legs

seasons will come’n go
beachcombers will bum
the sea’s in his eyes

the sun burns
immemorial
no June*

6/21/2021

*mom’s name

History Rising From the Sea

Treasure from the sea
Golden doubloon
Sixteenth Century artifact
By ancestors hewn

Earth’s history lays buried
Beneath five oceans
As undersea tremors
Create violent commotions

Freeing from Spanish galleons
Precious metals, gemstones
To greet early beachcombers
History on loan

Memories of bygone ages
Scattered on the sand
Finally kissed by sun again
While in a searcher’s hand

I pursue this morning trek
With Atlantis on my mind
Seeking proof at last
In treasures I might find

When ancient civilizations
Seem to disappear
Comb the beach, you might find
The evidence is here

For like a phoenix rising
New finds appear each day
And I’ll not stop searching
Till doubts I can allay

Sea Gull At Twilight

I’m soaring through a sunset – violet
as sun drips into water cobalt blue.
How peaceful is this twilight time. I let
my eyes take in the total gorgeous view.

My mates fly with me. Beachcombers we spy!
We squawk and squeal and circle with delight.
Then down to where the humans are we fly.
We need to look around while there’s still light.

Before the sun into the ocean dips,
I hope to find some food upon the ground.
I relish scraps of fruit and yummy chips!
Oh joy! I see my lovely mate has found
leftover crumbs. She shares them all with me.
How glad are we to be birds of the sea.

Jan. 30, 2021

Beautiful Bahamas

Peach-pinched beachcombers
enter the scene
with sugary-sun splashes,
darkened sunglasses.
Beautiful Bahamas
with pink sand beaches
and the gully wash
that ebbs and flows, sweetens
her veins with serendipitous warmth,
tantalizes his bushwacker brain.
Foraminifera of her cheeks,
her wet towel beneath.
Horseshoe bay smiles,
waves them in
with its turquoise siren-sea and
blushing granules.
Bahama mama runs
as if she’s a Bay Watch babe.
To the one who embraces
her intoxicating hand,
she is the embodiment
of a precious shell in his palm.
Does he feel the sun…
smell the salty air?
He feels the heat indeed,
tastes the salty air she breathes —
She is the Bahamas to him.
He crashes the island
of her flowery towel.
His lips envelope
his piña colada.

9/22/2020

A Serious Tsunami

Astir the divining of earth.
The sea is alive and gives birth.The sand gives a sigh
And waves are so high.
     The beaches all filled up with dearth.

A freak — oh its mock and its girth.
The tsunami cursed all its worth.Some beachcombers die,
As rest of them cry.
     The island deprived of its mirth.

Treasure Hunt

footprints in the sand
    on a tropical seashore
    beachcombers explore

    9 /27/ 2018

The Seventh Wave

Oceans harbor many mysteries, some say too much.
Wave ends reach out to powdery sands, gentle foamy touch.
Beachcombers muse the seventh is always the largest wave,
Believing science isn't certain, it's only for the brave.
The universe teaches nature's rules, which seem so immutable.
Quantum particles always move, is their existence refutable?
Too early we learn principles not to doubt,
It's what certainty's absurdity is all about.
If you can't count on how waves come in,
How then does truth ever begin?
Calm down, calm down: learn to let it go, 
Some find happiness with what they already know.
Watch the Sanderlings on the beach, see how they behave,
You'll find your truth well enough, the joy you dearly crave.

South Florida -The Free Flow Style

~South Florida~
(Free  Flow ) 


The temperature is rising 

We're in the hottest days of summer 

Heat and humidity in the air are soaring 

Sometimes for days the rains are just pouring 


This is summer with all its days full of sun and fun 

People strolls the beach, and swim far beyond the sand 

Beachcombers spend there their time till the sun goes down 

Surfing and sunbathing is all a big part of their fun 


You see children running and playing 

Some are so happy building sandcastles under the sun

There are people of all ages, sexes and shapes 

Some are sitting, eating and laughing till the day is undone 


These are the hottest days of summer right  where I live here
 
Living in Florida for so many people can be a lot of fun all year.



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2005 



May.03.2016

Bond of Brothers

Look at you , my young brother so alive
like a sea-god with feet curling on waves,
the reef drenching our  boxers of summer
with impish eyes grinning till noon cracks.
I have a best buddy gentle as crests’ ebb;
he’ll be a rocker  like me when we grow up,
chart- topper of  wind-songs blowing the tides
drooling cool rhythm ; fine lyrics I will supply.


Trust me, your superman vows on bond’s warmth
under lit stars, guitars and bonfire shall flame…
now, if our folks can add a sister into this knit
five of us beachcombers, can conquer the seas!


Oil Paintings 1-2-3 any Poem form
For Eve Roper’s Contest
Visual #1
11/14/2015

Driftwood

Moon brightens 
Crystalline sand of fine glass
Glowing jade under light of cosmos 
My body like driftwood 
Unnoticed by beachcombers 
Searching for that blush 
The rosey wine stones
Coveted by the stars
Star shine, moonbeams
Ever glancing down
At my body 
Twisted as driftwood 
Unbeknownst to 
Lovers hand 'n hand 
On the beach of amor
Dearest sun flares 
Dry out my wet thoughts
Long ago of coming of age 
Those stolen diamond eyes 
The vino deep colors 
Of your pouty lips
Travel far for your
Driftwood, twisted as I 
Moon bright 
Shine down
Raptured in thy cosmos 
Peacock painted veil 
Cover my quiver
Lip nor frown or smile
Stargazer, interstellar
Pathways yet to find.

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