Beach Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
These Beach Idyll (Idyl) poems are examples of Idyll (Idyl) poems about Beach. These are the best examples of Idyll (Idyl) Beach poems written by international poets.
One day, i will fly to the most beautifull hills
where all will be as green as natural
where the wind will run through my face
in a welcoming hymn just to put me at ease
i will sit in the sand looking to the sky
the one full of stars just near the beach
feeling the breeze and hearing the sound of the lake
as it moves, calling me to embrace it
but i will sit still, waiting to see the dawn
the one that tear the sky apart
calling up a new day,
and if by chance i'm holding ur hand,
we shall name the place GISENYI
If only I was the baby
on your laps
On those sharp pricky nipples
I would all day suck.
If only I was the angel
Hidden in your heart,
I would cherish to dabble
On the crest of your love.
If only I was the zealous swan
Flying on your vast sky,
I would let out to you all
The beauty of this hidden feeling.
If only I could be the sun
That hangs whole day on your sky
I would softly revere and sweetly caress
Brown skin on your back as you bathe.
If I could be the cold rain water
I would still hug and caress you
Under the cover of your tight dress
As down the curves of your body I glide.
If only I could be all that to you
It would all be sweetly so true
This,but only if.........
What color is it? that luminous llght,
throwing patterns past midnight under my archway,
and on the sandy beach of our island ocean,
where I used to wade home in the surf
from Moore's dance floor, where there was a real,
live band on Labor Day at summer's end,
where window after window facing the roiling
sea brought a salt aphrodisiac, as if
the moon was not enough.
Is it the pale blue blend of Roquefort, or
more like Stilton, color of cream, more radiant
than light spilled by the indecent bright glare
of the Sun God? It's the midnight stare
of the Maid In The Moon, no matter its color.
She wakes us from sleep to place our feet
in her deep-cast beauty, to trouble our hearts
for lost youth and love, and if she's not
made of cheese, as folklore tells us-- No
matter! She brings us to our knees.
The sky seems to be on fire,
Almost supernatural,
Burning magnesium bright.
Almost as if Armageddon is coming;
As if it's already here.
It transfers its brillance to the mountains
Turning the rock into pillars of flame,
Makinf them seem even more immovable,
Even more untouchable,
Grander, and more breathtakingly terrifying
Than ocean waves at night.
And if the scholars are right
And my time here is limited,
Almost to the point of being negligible
In the view of the mountains, the sea, and the sky;
If this could be that fabled 'any moment'
Then I am sure that I'll be fine.
This one perfect sunrise;
That one immaculate night on the beach;
Those Holy days, that come every summer;
There is nothing more or less
Than any one of these.
And as the sky starts to lose its color,
As the day starts fading gently into night,
I'll hold on to this one perfect moment;
This one second of blazing clarity,
When the world itself seemed more alive.
A happy Poet am I.
Full of love and laughter.
There's nothing I wouldn't do, for you.
To get what I am after.
To be with you, now and forever
To spend my life with you, forever.
To wake you with a kiss.
Never to miss, a life of bliss.
Take a walk to the park.
On the beach to wander.
Everywhere you go.
Beside you.
I linger.
At the end of day.
Sunset drawing in,
Must I go dear?
I know that I should.
But I feel that together.
Makes me happy, forever.
Walking home in the rain,
Forgot the umbrella again.
Singing and dancing in the rain.
Life, a happy refrain.
You and I together.
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I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing the sand pebbles,
Creating swishing, swashing sounds,
I hear hissing, rustling sounds of the wind.
I see some gliding fishing boats there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
On the horizon floating ships still further,
Surfers trying to get rides on the waves here.
I watch people running strolling and sunning,
The sun is about to set on the horizon,
With a promise to rise anew tomorrow morning,
Like the human ambitions and desires unknown.
I notice the crabs scurry somewhere hiding,
The scooping pelicans with mouthful of fish,
Leaving the smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Come, Grace, getting away from the turmoil,
It is the time for us to be in tranquility to coil?