Dunes Poems - Poems about Dunes

Voices in Conversation Walking through sun warmed dunes, Sleeping bag, nothing more in my backpack, Toward the far shore, the open sea. Alone not lonely, Gulls cry, grass rustles. The sea gently caresses as the sand whispers. Shaggy scattered clouds Dress in faint color as The sun descends to the sea. An imperceptible breeze Becomes a zephyr across the water; salt scented, warm. Western colors sharpen as...

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Updraft lifts limbs, leaves scurry like mice exposed Mother Nature shakes shorebreak, incline imposed Gnaws at sand buried tree toes gnarled, spit polished Hourglass chamber sugar dwindle, dunes demolished Churning chant casts a melancholy spell, people powerless ...

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The Girl in the Dunes All day long she used to sing tunes. Now they found her body in the dunes. She was not skilled, now they found her body, she was killed. Raped stabbed and a slit throat, maybe she followed the wrong road. There will be no more singing tunes. They found her body in the dunes. Teenage boys, who want to make...

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Dear December, forgive my silence, I'm tired of singing to the moon, watching the sea swallow flaming rays, cloaked in shame, am I to take the blame~ dragging clouds of doubt with silver shadows cast? I never knew words could weigh heavier than dancing diamonds. Yet, tonight I gaze beyond trembling skies; perhaps, in their liquified state, metaphors do flow. ...

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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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sand architectures weathered by wild, wayward winds --- castles for beetles ...

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In a realm of a childhood dream, Where joy and wonder reigned supreme, Lay a much adored doll, so small and sweet, With porcelain skin, dressed in a cute dress, so neat. Her eyes, like stars, sparkled bright, Her lips pursed with innocence, red in the light. She was cuddled and carried to the beach side, By her owner Kate, on her...

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The shape of sand dunes on the beach, Shows the patterns etched by the sweeping wind, Walking on the beach on a windy day, I feel how my life changes with the emotions every day. The drifts and mounds on the sand hill, Waiting to be shaped and reshaped by the surf and wind, The valleys and hills of my feelings, Forms...

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The sun was newly risen above the Earth his heated smile warmed amber desert sands. The grand landscape resembled barren lands as sepia grains were slathered by rippling waves That's what I would see through blurred vision, the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage The Sea of Dunes was tinted in maple honey tones but bore no trace of boat, of...

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Behold! Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare? The foretold detestable dunes of despair! Whose sands of crystalline luminescence Drown and drain thy essence. Far within that redolent tomb Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon, Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon Slaves to the sin that fathered their doom. Where thou art subject...

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Ever moving The migration by wind and water As the sands shift with time Changing the face The feel The look. As sea laps, wind blows Longshore drift Collect Deposit Ever moving sands Passing us by Marking time Ever soft and smooth Nature abhorring a vacuum Growth and life Migrating Evolving Flourish and wilt Flower and dieback. Fixed to an ever-moving Ever changing due. Clinging to the lip of the sea....

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On dawn skies, peaches drifting by sable shadows at coastal sand dunes Precious gold between my toes Blue roses on the wild sea Fading stars, sequins Turquoise at the horizon Citrine golden hour of the fresh breath of the wind and the gemmed birds uprising...

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Rushing toward the desert monsoon I sought to capture a rare midday storm. We arrived to the valley of ever-changing dunes with quilted layers shifting in cadential form. Isolated and distant beneath purple majestic peaks whose grains of time find harsh deposit. Ocean winds once prevailing now...

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Once again, I've spent my day drifting among the drifting dunes staring at colorful bits of ocean-tumbled glass that shimmer, sparkle and refract the still-warm October light in my shaking uncertain hand as though I was looking into my very own past and future at the same time that was made from pieces like these, pieces of joy, heartache, happiness and little shards of leftover sorrow that...

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Amid sand dunes look around for faces on roads and streets, through spectacles eyes dwell on the sky, trees, and birds albino clouds set sail as if to merge the fecundity of green leaves, blink eyelids as the bright sun pulls off the night's skin groggy eyes peep out of a deep sleep a line of fishing boats stuck on the beach mine...

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