Seafoam Poems | Examples

tuesday morning laundry

tuesday morning laundry
.
he had waded out into the waters
del mar in the morning was quiet
and he certainly was not on the sea of galilee
.
he had a pole in his hand
and stood quietly still before the lapping sea
ankle deep, 
just enough that i could see he wasn’t standing on top
of the waves
.
the rising morning sun cast a nice reflection
on the water-beaten sand and there he stood
perpendicular to himself
.
and that’s where i saw him
ridiculed
in the midst of defiant waves
.
it had to happen soon
as the rising sun folded into a colorful collage 
the sky told him that he had never met Jesus
.
then colors dipped into a flowing sky
soft seafoam poured onto the sand
as the fisherman stood empty handed
.
his untested pole pointed to heaven
while perpendicular to himself
he stood quietly still on the smooth sand
.
as the morning unfolded
like laundry on a tuesday morning  
until, repentant, he wept
.
at last the golden sunset
wept into the sea until darkness prevailed
and the sound of breaking waves
.
was only silence
.
.
© tolbert

Orange Season

She hung fat on a citrus tree,
sprouting like a hip jut,
like the tall grass and itch weed.
The sweating sun drunk her up and splaid ‘er bare, 
sliced her clean open before 
the pecking birds could close in.

An orchard is a sea side,
so if the ships could, they would
swashbuckle the great ocean of trees
and lick the seafoam of blossoms that
sprayed upon their greedy lips.
Instead their rusted Volkswagens
watch at bay from the back roads.
The pickup trucks mouth the days
till the ripe time.

Young navel, that oil green coat 
doesn’t fit like it used to, and summer’s the 
kinda lover who licks at your skin.
So when the men come with the topaz winds, 
with their sunken buckets and gall,
should it be you who dip into the wharf
of their palm? Should it be you who bows
down, who twirls for those brutes who
like them too soft, too soon? 

An orchard is a seaside,
stretched thinner than the thick of here.
So when you begin to seep, 
to wrinkle and prune. 
When you, filled with your many months
fall at the Earth’s hip,
amongst the tall grass and itch weed.
Will they not see your beauty then,
Is the fruit not sweetest rotten?

THE COLOUR GREEN

The distinction is of no relevance
It is one and the same in my eyes.
Lime, Forest, Hunter and Mint Green ;
Sage, Seafoam, Olive and Pea Green;
Emerald, Jade, Chartreuse and fen Green;
Verdigris, Celadon and Spruce Green;
One truth remains: it is Green.

It represents nature and harmony,
A symbol of refreshness and renewal,
A beacon of eco-friendliness and sustainability.

It calms my nerves and breathes serenity,
It projects growth, abundance and prosperity.
It raises the bar of optimism and hope,
A full, balanced meal for my emotional stability.

Time and again,  i find myself at the crossroads of uncertanity.
The room before me houses two colours,
Each holding the unknown.
I tremble at the thought of meeting the unexpected.
With the keys in my hands and my name stamped on its doors,
I stand still,  like a tree in the absense of wind.
I contemplate the quantity and quality of the  ingredients  i mixed,
were they enough to warrant the colour that i seek?

Sun Sown

The Sun sows seeds of mirth
Now sprouting in a sea of dearth 
The seeds will follow reason 
From the fallow into life 
Your season on this Earth.

The way my life weaves 
The swaying of trees 
My roots in the Earth will stay 
A tree which grows towards the sun 
Never would the journey done 

Waves crashing on stone 
Weave silence and tone
Seafoam sings prismatic spray 
The last wave to reach the shore 
Fell too fast to teach love’s Lore

Crimson on Canvas

Love is a passionate portrait painted with the heart
Burnished brush strokes are a cherished work of art
when friendship blossoms as buds bloom into flowers
and romance reigns with caresses in garden bowers

Splashes of seafoam and evergreen flecks her eyes
Cerulean for the sea near the shore where she lies
Tint of Tuscan gold in the sand, reflected by the sun 
and pastel pink on the lovely lips of my beloved one

Crimson on canvas, ruby red once she's been kissed
It's my intimate impression of her in a tender tryst
With carefully blended oils, her portrait takes shape
as I capture the delicate tresses curling on her nape

My deep desire tempts and teases my male senses
Against loving her, I will build no bulwark of defenses
My fingers long to fondle her cheek when she smiles
This beauty is not a woman who uses feminine wiles

I've adorned the canvas with her image as best I can
Flawed to a fault by my hand. I am an imperfect man
In this painted creation I hope I've been able to portray
the beauty and grace of her that words cannot convey

Sea of Green

May is magical,
 the garden is an ocean of color climb
 every shade of green conceived
 circled round the pathways of time, 
 long ago perceived;

to the right
 dark juniper and pine, short and tall,
 pickled sage and moss grow low,
 seaweed, basil, pear staged for large and small
 stepping stones on shamrock rows;

to the back and left
 a dip of lime and emerald fern
 that opens wide onto another path
 clustered together in sunlit berns
 bud and flower fading fast;

and in the silky shadowed hues
 pistachio, seafoam and mint rise
 with olive asparagus forest dues 
 inspiration and scent for the ear and eyes,
 spring greens and all of nature's clues.

Surreality of Girlish Dreams

The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow
neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights
seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore

she adores the breeze adorned with gems
emeralds fly from silk strings in the wind
kites made of ruby and sapphire and pearl
sit on a picnic checkerboard in envy-green grass
betting on play-dates with zephyrs
—dice cubes roll beady-black-eyes at their folly

she chases books as they sail from trees 
fingers stretch to net helter-skelter hummingbirds
she leafs through slices of fruitcake
each nutty page a silver frame of insane;
crows croon Crosby tunes
two baby paisley owls drive a car
the car does a hop-scotch down bourbon street
field-mouse-flowers meow 
the moon jumps over the cow
…she sings “the world needs more bumblebees!”
as a two-masted schooner scries water for its soul
the palm of a leaf offers a diamond ring
palm trees pull up anchor and hover the sunset 

she laughs as nuns ride upside-down the roller-coaster rim
her dreamcatchers sticky and tricky as spiderwebs
as virgins lose the reins of sugar-cookie-horses
tilling confetti seeds growing puppet gardens 
where Dali wombs and peacock plumes bloom

Earth Rider

Welcome all,
Please take a seat,
Robin’s egg blue or bubblegum pink? 
Seafoam green or sunflower yellow?
The choice is up to you.
The ropes will suspend you with the utmost care
As the carousel slowly spins.

Let your feet dangle,
Feel the breeze in your hair,
Breathe in deep, 
Exhale your every care.
Offer a smile to an unknown friend,
We’re all on this ride together.

It stops now and then to let someone off,
Eventually it will for you.
But you needn’t worry, dear one,
For Mystery is at the wheel.
So play lightly and be still, 
A gentle rock, a subtle sway,
As we walk each other home.

Waves - Potw

Etheree 10- 12-23
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Waves ~

Waves
Glide in
On white wings,
Fleecy whitecaps
Flutter in rhythmic
Rhapsodies of seafoam
Swell across the naked sands
Hypnotic serpentines slow dance
Surges of rising tides bear spindrift
To sparkle like crystal frost in sunlight
Ebbing billows crescendo in withdrawal
As the shore clings to the waves caress
Tidal pulse bids the shore farewell
Leaving sandy signatures,
Lacy ripples of ebb,
Tidepools overflow
Driftwood harvest
Seaside gifts
New waves
Form

June

When the sun above is shining
On the sea, so bright and briney
And each day is a beach day
Where you’re nestled in the dunes
It’s June

When the sun above is blazing
On the beach on which you’re lazing
Seashells are all free shells
And sand dollars are doubloons
It’s June

When the sun above is gleaming
And you find yourself daydreaming
Concrete and chrome turn into seafoam
And your front lawn’s a lagoon
It’s June.

Alina Aveyard

The agony the shadow brings to the room,
Those seafoam eyes shinier than the moon.
The variables a haunting reminiscence
Of three thousand years of omniscience.
The cursed form of blessing 
Through a sweet twilight addressing
Makes it's way through the silent graveyard
Towards a stone that reads "Alina Aveyard".

Low Sun Over Home Waters

Nets are hauled and homeward go the shrimp boats
rolling slow and easy on a sunset path,
their droning engines chugging
over a rippling seafoam.

In the mangrove swamp
an egret sets its white sails and glides upwards
upon hot winds.
The sky opens for its passage
leading it through a cloudless window.

Cypress roots grip the darkening water.
their knees just above a brackish deep.
Mosquitoes dance in the dank
as shadows reach inwards.

Tonight on the bayou, grills will be heated,
pots filled,
while fishing nets are neatly reefed and mended
by rough and ready hands.

Children will skip and play in the barefooted
calm of late evening,
until carried away to their cots
sleepily listening to anhinga and loon
chant their native calls
beneath a far from sleeping lakeside moon.

Beginning of the End

I lie in the grass,    
Knees in my hands,  
Shattering like glass.  
Trying to understand  
As you turn you back  
On what I thought was confirmed. 
Your eyes seafoam green  
Like the waves.   
The ocean retreated, 
But never returned. 
To be completed   
Leaving the beach a slave, 
I walk away
Trying to forget 
What happened today

Chloe

eyes of seafoam green
feral mermaid heart

holding out for true love
her balanced counterpart



AP: 1st place 2020

Submitted on  September 28, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (18) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  Honorable Mention

Course of the Tradewinds

*Image of Sailing Ship by Pixabay.

Course Of The Tradewinds

Fair winds nudge the sails, as thoughts wane the souls,
talks start out its trails, whilst the crest waves rolls,
whilst the crest waves rolls, talks start out its trails,
as thoughts wane the souls, fair winds nudge the sails.

Men and sea outlast, yet men's souls yearn home,
stubborn sea steadfast, as dreams match seafoam, 
as dreams match seafoam, stubborn sea steadfast, 
yet men's souls yearn home, men and sea outlast.

Work fills mindful heads, decks swabbed and nets filled,
worn bones on slept beds, rough seas make men skilled, 
rough seas make men skilled, worn bones on slept beds, 
decks swabbed and nets filled, work fills mindful heads. 

Shout from the crow's nest sends crew on top-deck,
those upheld the quest, mapped charts kept on trek,
mapped charts kept on trek, those upheld the quest, 
sends crew on top-deck, shout from the crow's nest.

2020 June 04
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 05
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Swap The Verse
~~Joseph May: Judged 2020 June 28

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