Beach Narrative Poems

These Beach Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Beach. These are the best examples of Narrative Beach poems written by international poets.

The chirping birds,

The falling leaves,

Foggy,

Mystic,

Sandy shores where all roads End

© The iOr  

some of the younger ones turned to me, thinking I knew something
I know nothing; I do not even know how I got on this beach.
A

© Caren Krutsinger  

'twas 'pon a Venice 24-hour layover, when two male members of our airline crew had quite the separate, yet different, adventure.

    

© Martin Howard Samuel  

It is Saturday everybody and I want everyone to be happy
Daylight is drawing near and there are lots of things to share
Putin is fighting the

© Christine Phillips  

We journey across the horizon to the little town where hearts meet and we watch the sun spread its light over the ocean
pulling everyone to

© Christine Phillips  

Take a stroll with me up the street
And I will tell you what I see
There is  a little house that lies next to
Edge of

© Christine Phillips  

I have a dream to travel abroad
I tell myself, do everything to it
One day to make it happen when
If not I can make what I

© Hugo Sarvida Jr.  

Where were you when I was three, where were you when I was crying out for thee, I lived in the bosom of the sea

© Christine Phillips  

The Moment of Spring

The valley at last in full bloom
Frosty nights 
And wind machines in the morning
Flowers all calling 
Buzzing bees in the day.

Everywhere greens

© James Moore  

I promise to be true and I won’t allow anyone or anything to  come between me and you, the stakes are too high and

© Christine Phillips  

Water kept gushing out of the roots exposing the living truth
the rivers have burst their banks and the animals are running
lose all over the land.

© Christine Phillips  

Shades of blue are flying in the air
and people are gathering from far and near
the symbols of the world 
are hurrying down the street
spreading whispers

© Christine Phillips  

The first time I met the ocean,
it roared in welcome,
a vast and restless beast—
powerful, endless, untamed.
Yet the sand held it still,
defiant, unbowed, unbroken.
Life and death,

© Dufflite Xetaw   

The first time I met the ocean,
it roared in welcome,
a vast and restless beast—
powerful, endless, untamed.
Yet the sand held it still,
defiant, unbowed, unbroken.
Life and death,

© Dufflite Xetaw   

I need this kind of peace
Where the light clouds
Is above the black clouds
Not too hot, but temperate
Feeling, touching cool wind
Touch my tan skin and brush

© Hugo Sarvida Jr.