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Long Beach by Sheehan, Frank
Stiff One On The Beach by Tones, Raven
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A GRAND DAY AT THE BEACH by Rodrigues, Kim
Walking on golden beach by Sinha-Roy, Subimal
Peter on the beach by Adams, PAT
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A Chorus Sang Its Last Concerto

I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking solitude, nothing more
Thunder drummed from far away
a foreboding timpani, clouds began to play
They competed with the roar of waves
crashing to the beach in rhythmic laves
Everything seemed out of reach to me
the moon, the stars, the depth of the sea

Came haunting notes of a solo flute 
chasing the wind as though in pursuit
They synchronized with percussion drums
their tempo in tune with whispered hums
I kept time in measure's of an allegro beat
Three quick steps, then twirl and repeat

Echoes of a nocturne swirled in my head
lyrics unsung. They were spoken instead
My soprano continued, his falsetto stopped
too weak to stand, to my knees I dropped
my footprints had been erased by the tide
No longer was I able to run or hide

Blind in the darkness, loneliness daunting
a lightning flash, then another, taunting
me to lift my eyes to the sky, to the falling rain
its sting delivered in a medley, stacattos of pain
On the edge of the sea I waited for the end of me
My tears an ensemble, an elegy in requiem plea

Mute to the orchestra, I disobeyed their call
Instead, I applauded the storm's kettle drum squall
No encore would this night be able to reprise
As the tide's flow encroached, I closed my eyes
A chorus of waves crashed; cymbals in concerto
The baton fell from the hand of the Grand Maestro


Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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Simple Words For Simple People

If I had a pretentious brain which acts faster than my heart Maybe then,I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse Maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words I would scrutunize each and every coma dot and exclamationmark believing I know best But I would never let that happen I'd rather stay at bay Writing firstly with my mind and not my heart leads only to an asylium within the being of myself Poetry is my voice,my shadow The sacred shrine of great escape Each stored emotion processed within a yesterday Poetry is the inner of my existence breathing softly,bleeding deeply exploding in death,love passion and romance In every verse a whisper a thought that I would scribe of a silent cry expressed Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by me Tread your footstep on my ink and spit saliva in my face But maybe in a today a broken -hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world Maybe a prisoner,a tramp an insane soul or outcast would pick these scattered scribbles and gather them as whole Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle finds a narrow passage which leads his faith to home Maybe a little child whose blissful giggles depends on little words would turn the dusty pages of silly rhymes I penned Rhymes which know the moons stars,faries,and the magic land Rhymes which know each fantasy and how to be a friend And maybe He would smile Maybe He would laugh Maybe He would dream Maybe He would grow up to write the most eloquent sonnet there has ever been Or maybe He would grow up to write simple words just like me about daises or dandelions and expressions to be free


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014



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Fire-Water Dance



saffron sun flames sky melted gold joins blue riffles-- sunset swims to shore Susan Ashley 8/20/17 ~ NA ~ Contest: Premiere Haiku Contest II - Anything Goes Sponsor: Chris D. Aechtner


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017

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Loving Years

Dark honey tanned skin glistens
    From the moisture of humidity.
The ladies flirt shamelessly with 
    You, but your eyes gaze upon me.

Your stature looms at six foot three.
    Your swimmer's shoulders impress.
In our island sea we swim leisurely,
    Traces of salt remain as you dress.

White sandy beaches, ever your haven.
    We sip Riesling as the stars appear.
Nestled in your arms,  time takes flight.
    I feel so safe when you are near.

Your strength amply hides a tender heart.
    The depth of your voice all admire.
When we first met I became enamored,
    Feelings that quickly turned to desire.

We have shared so much over the years.
    More happiness than dark sorrows.
Family treasures that brightly shine,
      Reigning with love into our tomorrows.

In the autumn of our lives I feel the chill
    Of winter's inevitable harsh advance,
Yet days of youth remain in our hearts,
    Memories held, that time shall enhance.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Poem of the Day October 27, 2017

Late October Standard Contest-Third Place
Sponsor Brian Strand      



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

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Sea Bride

Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets, 
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.


Copyright, April 16, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson


Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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- The Princess Of The Sea -



On the beach I found a seashell
luster of colors mixed with gold illuminate 

Washed by the sea millions of times
tides turn as gentle footprints remain

I sit and ponder, how could it happen
salt breeze within an ocean's breath inhales 

A journey of unimaginable time
drifting murmurs echo against waves crashing 

In the sunlight it shone with many shades
satin pearl treasure heart between two shells 

Carefully I opened and found its soul
it was then as one on whitewashed wings we flew free 

I found a beautiful princess of the sea
Upon a sigh or dream revealed its inner secret









A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
15.05.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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BEACH FOOTLES COLLABORATION

Hot sun What fun Soft sand How grand Blue sea For me High tide Surf side Beach babe In shade Undress Top less No finds Tan lines Swim suit… pursuit He sports Tight shorts Romance? No chance Jan Allison Casarah Nance 1st December 2014


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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By the Sea

"By the sea, all worries wash away" (Saw this quote on a sign in my doctor office and I loved it.) Since by the sea, all worries wash away, I think I’ll go down to the beach today, where palm trees in warm summer breezes sway, before the sun peeks out above the bay. Fair weather is expected. Clouds of grey are not expected. I think that I may jump waves as if I were a child at play! Yes, by the sea I’ll go without delay. From morn till twilight's crimson glow I'll stay.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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She collected sea shells, I collected sand - Repost


She collected sea shells, I collected sand She collected sea shells, I collected sand She searched for the perfect one I reached down my hand I carried a bucket A basket she did whirl Mine was filled with tiny grains Hers with mother of pearl She came out each morning Me, just late at night She adored the sunrise I loved the moon light Then one day it happened My alarm clock didn’t ring I woke to a rising sun It was the weirdest thing I ran down to the shoreline My bucket in my hand It’s then I saw her gorgeous face While I collected sand I found a perfect seashell And watched her eyes grow wide She held out her basket I placed the shell inside Then she reached down before me And gathered in her hand I held out my bucket She filled it up with sand And now each day and evening We walk along the shore She told me that she loves me And her I do adore So if you see us out there Strolling hand in hand Know...she’s collecting sea shells And I’m collecting sand This is one I posted when I first arrived here, I thought I'd share it again. :)


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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'BEACH BUDDIES' COLLECT 'STUFF' - FOR CONTEST

Twice a month on our tiny little Isle A group of heroes go that extra mile Wearing protective clothing they clean the beach Removing vast amounts of rubbish within their reach Plastic bottles, fast food containers and tins Items tossed away so thoughtlessly – it’s a sin So many marine animals can get tangled in discarded plastic They need our protection, or the results could be very drastic Hundreds of bin bags of rubbish are removed from our beach Restoring them to beauty, now they are as pretty as a peach Volunteers work tirelessly with amazing solidarity To help ‘Beach Buddies’ which is a registered charity Contest: Stuff Thomas Martin 10th June 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Barefoot

I walk on the deserted beach
listening to the ocean song;
the breeze holds my hand.
Is this where I belong?

I leave my footprints in the sand
feeling the grains between my toes.
Is it too late to dream,
I ask. Only God knows!

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Premiere Contest No. 7 by Skat A


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

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Death Tolls

The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers      the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.

Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow. 
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. 
 
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off 
to the mud flats of Carolina. 


First Published Eunoia Review January 2015


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015

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Had Hoped to Find

Moved into new house in May 2006 near
intersection of 211 and 17. Holden Beach
is closed beach. This poem is about our
first visit to a local beach,

Had Hoped to Find

Were so many and it was hard to tell
Which one would be our favorite shell; 
We did consistently, constantly compare
All lying on beach shore here and there.

Shells were round, oblong and also odd;
For us had been made by our great God;
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral and also curvy lines.

Through shells we would separate and strain
While ocean waves played a sweet refrain
Asking us why we have become a big creep
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.

In each day mornings do beautifully break
So we said to ourselves for goodness sake
Will be best if lovely shells are left behind
For others who them had hoped to find.

Jim Horn


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Just A Small Poem For A Friend

         Little blue bird
                         without a name
                                It's you I heard
                                    I play your game
                                       High in that tree
                                    You sing a song
                            And you want me
                  To fly along
             The beach is near
              But stars are far
                  A sky so clear
               And then we are
        Above the clouds
      The clear blue sea
       We sing out loud
           Just you and me

***

May 30, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Day's End

It's quiet now, they all have gone
Leaving litter, and last light
softens what was too bright before

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
you ask if I need help, I nod
lend me for once your wings

The coloured quilt as sun does drown
a blanket against whining waves
I dive, depart. I flew so high

***

October 15, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Vacation Time

Summer
Beach
Plane
Cruise
Parties
Fun


Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015

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Sugar and Spice

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Spicy experiment! 


Victoria secret bra
Love, toy with hidden pleasure 
sweet surrender to my taste 
grenade ecstasy. 

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Spicy taboo!

Sticky forbidden kisses
buffalo breath down my neck 
leak like a water faucet
time to get a fix.

~•~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

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We Will Never Know

The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.

The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves

was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....






A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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LindaMarie The Sweetheartof P S

  ~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~

When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!

Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree

Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show

A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart

Sharing her delightful poems,  a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!

I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell  made us laugh

Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island 
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand

Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?

Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream

Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down

She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain 

Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!

We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1

A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend

Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-(  Don't leave, 2013

NEW NOTE:  
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.

I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.

When you return your rushing waters swirl 
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you

Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see

The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky 
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye 

Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Giorgio A.V.
3rd


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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These Eyes

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Erased to be revised.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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Beach Beauty

beach that's long and white
    seen through the coconut palm
        picture perfect view












13 April  2015
SKAT's Picture Perfect Haiku #1 Contest


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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The Baptism


The Baptism


Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea...
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone...the shore, agleam, without a flaw...
and I exalted in the holy clime,

as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: No. 203 
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/16/2016

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found



Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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My Wish

Hello Ms. Johnson, I’m sure this sounds strange
our mutual friend, said you need a change.
She told me how hard you work every day, 
come home to your children, no time for play.

Your husband left you without any money
and traded family, for tainted honey.
You work as a nurse, working hard for each dime,
yet nothing’s left over at holiday time.

A holiday spent solely enjoying life,
playing with your kids no worry and no strife.
this dream keeps you going, each and every day,
my dear Ms. Johnson I believe I have a way.

I have a house with an awesome ocean view 
for two weeks Ms. Johnson, it belongs to you.
I’m going on a journey and would find it grand
if you could watch my house and enjoy my strand.

If you and your children would like to come here,
believe me Ms. Johnson you’ve nothing to fear.
When you call Janet, she’ll give you my number,
my wish for you is a little less cumber.


Sincerely Brenda Meier-Hans 
12.29.2014
Contest: My Wish For You 


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014