Best Beached Poems

: adventure, beach, cry, deep, imagery, ocean, power,

BEACHED BARE FOOT PRINTS

My foot prints gladly set to the whetted sands as I stand and whiff the seashore
Missed since last year’s southern holiday visit and just as many times before
It is a good old ‘home week’ that...

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At the watermark 
the line is drawn,
there, the sharp cool clearness
of a torquoise mirror marines me,
while I bend to pick up 
Chinamen's fingernails
with the blinding Sun on my back, 
I consider my life,
it has gone up in flames 
licking my capricious mind 
with contemptuous poetry,...

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Im like a whale 
Beached on your sand
I was too stupid to know 
I wasn’t meant for land
That evolution doenst happened
As fast as you planned
That when you saw me out of water
I was too big so you ran
Im left staring at your footsteps 
Imprinted on...

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humanity beached 
pink flesh broiling in the sun...
fish and chips with oil
  
*seasoned with summer...

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BEACHED
                           broken
                 ...

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She beached at dawn to a clear sky
The sun rose to full height
Tickling her toes
She did not wake

She rolled on the shore in the afternoon tide
The waves lapping her body
Eyes closed
She did not wake

She stiffened at dusk
The tide ran out with her soul
Seaweed clung to...

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finding beached
his own message
in a bottle



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

Posted on April 21, 2019...

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Drinking, looking for a life raft.
Juke box broken,
everyone here broken.
An ocean washed us up,
turbulent sea’s snatched us away.
Captain courage has abandoned ship,
he now sails icebergs
over sloshing margarita’s.
It’s a typical tropical hour here
where the shipwrecked gather.
We are a club, each of us
an island of splendid isolation.
Empty...

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Feelings - heavy, like bricks, 
like whales without buoyancy - 
helpless and misguided 
as when they come to land.

Beached - trapped in a world 
too different from their own,
an environment so foreign that 
even the simplest motion of breathing 
is a physical impossibility.

But I am...

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The rowdy party racks the August Camp.
Beer flows in one end and out the other.
The tin siding vibrates with rock.
The sound rolls “over Beethoven” 
in a corrugated groove.

The heat baked, potato-skinned,
hormone riddled teens gyrate.
Lip-locked; they rub bright young bodies
across a terrain of Appalachians and delta’s.

Sweat...

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Beached at the hotel
where T.V. creatures pay homage
to the energy trees, and
the flowering sun remains cased
in a glass orb,
surrounded by a clouded ball 
of glistening human vision.
The viewers stare amazed
at nature’s fire, but they are
blinded by their own darkness.

In the shallow hall where people queue...

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lo, damp abandon
yon snowy dead pan owl hoots
on dry sand castles

4/21/20
Written words James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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Seals are washing up on shore
In places they've not been before
So people are on high alert 
To let them be; they might be hurt.

A friend of mine lives by a beach
Where this occurred; she did beseech
Authorities to intervene.
For hours, no such help was seen.

The seal...

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tears and fears
fill moonless nights
their pooled regrets
not washed away

nostalgic longings
in hindsight of the shell 
of what might have
could have been

persistent clouds 
hover heavy dark
creeping smothering
extinguishing all light

hurtful lashings 
of idle tongues
whipping thrashing
leave their scars

sum total
the days the nights
unfurl their drama
wind up marooned
on the beach of...

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