Beach Motivation Poems

On his raft, the lone traveler was now at a couple of cable lengths from the two islands. He could distinctively see the trees. 
He...

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Goes a white doe, faint glimpse a wondering.
Rare diaphanous prismatic heartstring,
astir, the bestilled buds wake an ocean.
Nascent feels Aurora's palm in motion,
iridescence and redolence yon...

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Leave My Feet In Poetry Now Firmly Planted

I tried, compose a revelation poem about truth
Did that in earnest, in my wild but honest youth
But with...

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Take yourself outside and sit in a quiet place, and relax.
Close your eyes and look upwards, feel the heat of the sun upon your face.
Imagine...

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"When I stare out into the sea, watching its changing moods, I see the reflection of life there and think of life's tumult and tussle...

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I can see the stars shining 
beyond the pain of their flames
I can see the moon reflecting 
the whole love over its waning
I can see...

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He saw a gap in the market,
Knew he'd found a niche
Got the idea at Scarborough
From donkey rides on the beach.
Camel treks from Whitby
Going the scenic...

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The golden sun gleams for a while
in the nascent horizon of color pile.

It gifts me a new promising day
to walk another mile all the way.

In...

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 Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
 the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in...

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*Inspired by the Beatles song: Let it be

The answer may come with the wind, 
Or maybe when you are sitting by the river
It may come...

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The golden sun gleams awhile
In the color burst nascent horizon
Gifts me a new promising day
Motivating me to walk invigorated
Another mile of the revived life.

In the...

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My motivation sometimes likes to sleep in                  ...

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We are like rocks on the shoreline,.
The waves come in like the feelings we experience daily, 
they wash over us, but we remain there day...

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Shyly the saffron sun withdrew
Behind the purple hills.
All was calm and lonely.
I sat at the tiller of my boat.
Barely moving in the placid lake.
Occasionally a...

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Every state is a verse, and America is a poem. 

         Can we still seek a ray...

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