Beaches Poems - Poems about Beaches

2025.3.27 For me, it will be the last swimming day in the beach. I came here to enjoy the nature for one hour. Time flies so fast, it breaks my heart. It was not long ago, Two brand new swim suits added to my wardrobe. I maximised them and used them weekly. Now, chances to swim in the sea, Will be very...

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Peter in the summer morning sun his cool smile shaded by shadows run his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent tell me he wasn’t heaven sent Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs how I long to re-entangle myself in them. Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches aren’t...

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Farthest in the background is the blue sky Standing afar is the green ridge mountain Beneath below is the blue turquoise sea Near the front view is the white sandy beach. Looking at the left side is lined nipa huts Supposed to be beach cabin for vacationers The ground sand beaches are lined colored umbrellas Connecting the shoreline are parked boats and...

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2025.1.26 It is Australia day, congratulations. There were so many different opinions. National day or Devided day? Celebrate the Country or Morn the Invasion's history? To avoid the political heated debates I headed to Sorrento beautiful bay, To soak up the warm sun's ray, and let the winds softly brushed my face. The Sun shined high in the blue sky, The white clouds danced...

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Live far from the beaches, Up on the mountains. Sunny and salty in summers, But cloud on the hills. Grassy and snowy the roads, More you likely to walk on. On way to capture the sun, Intentionally you are on top of the hill. Fog is where you wanna breath, Dark clouds where you wanna stay. Cool weather as all mountains are! Travel as far you...

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Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach, There we can catch some fish, Then you'll cook a nice dish, That we'll eat under the Beech. This time, if Jennifer goes, She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes, Then we'll send some by cargoes, Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo. Oh! That reminds me, dearie! Can you help me cut...

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Noelle Cottage straddles ledges of grey, Extending into waters of Casio Bay, Along Small Point’s shoreline of Atlantic Ocean, Observing forest, sky, and ocean devotion. Feathered fliers: Osprey, Sea Gull, and Eagle, Their diet all favorites and everything legal, Overhead...

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I yearn for your warmth the touch of your golden sands the smell of your breath...

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Relaxing place to lay back and listen to the waves talk to you...

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quote: " Life is Dry as a desert, lest you find the oasis of love" .. Tanu Vermani In timeless talk, with a grain of sand I sat, From beaches wide to river's flat. Voiceless, yet with tales profound, Ages old, and wars unbound. Through time's vast expanse it flew, With camel caravans it grew. Desert battles, blood-stained land, Sands bear witness,...

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I've been waiting for her by the sea, perhaps not always patiently. When she will arrive I do not know, but I've dug my feet in and have sand between my toes I feel the lighthouse looming over me, perhaps even judgingly. Saying to me, "Why are you still waiting here? She might not be here...

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Infinite footprints in the sand, so grand, Where they journey, day and night, across the land? Why not we pause, in this soft, sun-kissed bed, And resurrect our love, where it was once widespread. Draw near, take my hand, let our spirits expand, In the ocean's embrace, let our love withstand, With clasped hands, our passion shall advance, Reviving ancient love, in...

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WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE BEACHES OR MOUNTAIN? LET'S SEE WHAT THEY CONTAIN. A BEACH IS FULL OF FUN, A MOUNTAIN IS FULL OF SUN. BEACH IS MADE UP OF SAND AND MINERAL, MOUNTAIN IS MADE UP OF STEEP AND RIDGES ORIGINAL. BEACH IS GENTLY SLOPING LAND, MOUNTAIN IS A HILL GRAND. BEACH LIES ALONG THE EDGE OF AN OCEAN,...

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I’m so siced about the Barbie movie. I just watched the latest trailer. I felt a fluttering in the stummy. Peter’s birthday was May 1st. “What do you want for your birthday?” I’d asked. “A flash for my iPhone,” he said. “Your phone already HAS a flash,” I replied, helpfully. “No,” he explained, “a professional, external flash -...

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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if we were strolling through a Rembrandt painting, where everything is defined by shadows. The lavish breeze, coming up off the Mediterranean...

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