Best Shore Poems

Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids a bitter adiós.

The breakers so in agony they gnash
and gnaw the strand with thrash of foamy green,
the tempest witch brings...

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I am a wave.
From far I come to you
Swimming with desire.
In wild curls I come,
Riding with music,
Travelling on sunbeams.

Within my hidden folds,
I carry the thoughts of love,
Wishing to rest on the shore.
Lashing playfully, I come,
Looping into a sensational hug!

But how sad, I can only embrace...

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Silent, she slips from her stronghold’s security,
safely tucked high on the cliff in her nest.
Cautious, she stays in the shadows afforded her,
sorrowful, hesitant, missing the rest.

Her parents and siblings had sought out the sunshine,
flying the open air, learning their craft.
Soaring and diving, they basked in...

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Pushed there for a thousand years
and will be for a thousand more,
pushed there by the gentle winds
the silver waves upon the shore.

Ancient trees who watched here daily
are now dark silhouettes 'round the rim,
as dusk settles in over the still lake
and a dragonfly takes a final...

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There is a lady all dressed in light,
who stands above the jagged shore at night.
To guide the sailing ships to safer seas
and beg the wicked storms for calmer breeze.

She ever shines her light across the bay,
in hopeful search for love that sailed away.
He left the...

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I will love you forever 
To my last breath
Until I'm sleeping 
The sleep of death

And when I rise 
On Heaven's shore
I will exist only 
To love you more

Forever My Love Valentine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : BJ Legros Kelley
1/2/2022...

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It's the summer of my fourth year.
Dad is driving us to the seashore.
The sun follows us, a happy fellow,
beaming in the mid-morning’s azure sky.
In the back seat with my two sisters, I’m looking out the window
as I crunch on Mom’s homemade salty Chex Mix,
anticipating ...

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You were skipping stones

and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple 

gently kissing the shore

I found myself wishing 
I was that ripple

and you were that shore...

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If my mind were a sea,
on one of its shores,
dreams would drift to me each night,
sometimes as beautiful as silken sand.

Also I might dream awake. In a contemplative state, 
I feel the need to take waves of creative thought
and form them into phrases and then...

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I STEP down from the boardwalk and into a land  moved by the forces of the universe.

I feel the earth move under my feet as I walk on mountains crushed to grains of sand by these forces and the passing of time since the...

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The sea shore, where thoughts become untied,
and the spirit yearns with its ebb and flow,
watching the sun cut across the horizon like a dull knife,
as the day moves through time to the color red.
There between amber light and rendered dark,
waves allow silence to dwell.
Asking the...

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sparkling  dancing sea waves touch the shore with flowing magic
of cobalt blue filaments that reflect the sky   above
oh  endless the huge expanses of pristine shoreline
and the jagged seaward cliffs where cormants and auks nest
wild   deep   and cold...

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For now, I know you've quietly gone
Leaving my emotions in sad silence
In lonely consent and a grayer dawn
My loneliness asks of me compliance
I spend each breath walking an empty shore
Tracing faded steps we made by the sea
Left to the din of life I hear no...

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I

when the world had no headsets
the sunbathing crowd
fell asleep to the sounds of
transistors played loud
while the deckchairs and windbreaks
kites, beach balls and more
formed the stripes, lines and circles
that painted the shore
and the longer I walked
on the sand to that sea
the more the sea seemed
to get...

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An empty boat pulled up upon the shore
Would slide back into water if it could.
But if it has at some time lost its oar?
Well, just more doldrums that must be withstood.

It’s hard to let go what you love to do,
Especially what you were meant to...

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