Boardwalk Poems - Poems about Boardwalk

...[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart,......Read the rest...

..."Robert Frosts', friend, Edward Thomas was an indecisive fellow, until that one day they took the other road Edward wanted, and of course, Robert's piece was not Edward's choice to say th......Read the rest...

...women amid floral bouquet transports me back to nineteen twenty-three I was here, on this boardwalk, with my lover how I know this I do not know, but I do.......Read the rest...

...I turn back and the light’s glow is neither day or night, And the lilting summer waves gently caress the shore. Worn black rocks, stand as ageless and silent sentinels, And a trawler’s dies......Read the rest...

... We have this January 1st tradition…to which we faithfully adhere We head to the beach so we can watch the sun rise on a new year… For years we’ve been going to the same beach…as each new year’s......Read the rest...

...driving our kids west . . . our past life vanishing in the rear view mirror I don’t recall many details about our move to California. My husband’s job had transferred him two states over to Cali......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...Such a good day for a walk here in my favourite countryside many times walked this pathway blessed memories in my mind confined All set with a rucksack on my back walking boots fitting my size......Read the rest...

...I love the snow grandma said with feeling. It makes me happy said her grandson, Greeling. The more it fell, the happier they became. Cocoa! Said grandma. Greeling yelped “Monopoly game!” School......Read the rest...

...You could hear the sounds of sideshow alley blaring out from a mile away. The hollow, metallic rasp of music and glow of coloured lights rose in a huge bubble above the beach. Adolescent dr......Read the rest...

...The streets by the beach keep moving you toward the sunny side of the sea. Where people in hordes strut on the boards sniffing at foods on the breeze. And all the young boys are flexing around for......Read the rest...

...My Muse serenades in the morning, late at night; I can hear his voice every hour of the day; A notch below the surface; Sweet Summer anthem with all my windows rolled down; Smelling boar......Read the rest...

...I am the Grinch, I'm not green with envy. My heart is not two sizes to small, Or made of coal, With demons in my soul. I am the grinch, With hatred for an overrated holiday. Based upon nothing......Read the rest...

...To Avalon! To Avalon! Twenty-six miles from door to door. The Catalina Channel Isle: my destination off the shore. We sail a wide and glassy sea, arriving Friday evening, late. The Grand is seen......Read the rest...

...Down at Wingfield Park about the time of mid-December, the boardwalk lights up after dark, for a holiday to remember. So many trees in a row, displayed to the left and right, with colored lig......Read the rest...