Seafront Poems | Examples

Alone at Christmas

It' is  Christmas eve and  am  not home I am at the seafront 
All alone 

Sat on a bench in the darkness night the tears of sadness I  have to fight. 

No Christmas present wrapped up for me I dont even have a Christmas tree.

It is heart breaking being all alone no Christmas cards no one calling on the phone. 

No Christmas dinner no Christmas fun just a lonely sandwich made for one.

If your wondering if this is the truth  just think of me I'm the living proof.

A Tale To Tell

An old stone cottage stands on the seafront
Abandoned and alone
Windows covered in sea salt and cobwebs
Its history and story unknown

A small white cottage with good bones
That has weathered many a storm
Now unloved and neglected 
Still stands steadfast ,proud, yet sadly forlorn

A large stone fireplace graces the front room
Blackened by the years that have withstood the test of time
Giving warmth and comfort to many a soul
Comfort so sublime

I wonder who resided here
Was it a happy home
Was it alive , full of love and laughter
Or harbouring sadness and secrets unknown

I would love to sit inside this cottage
Light the fire and share a cup of tea
So the cottage could tell me its story
Of life as it used to be

A story perhaps of long lost secrets
One of intrigue and mystery
Or maybe just a simple tale
Of a loving family

In appreciation and gratitude for story told
A cuddle it would be
I would visit time and again for the warmth of its fire
And to share another cup of tea!

Listening To the Waves

As one walks along the seafront
tune in to the waves breaking forth
especially as the winds are in full force
there's a sound so loud it feels hoarse

Across the world the sounds not the same
so many oceans have their own voice
a perspective so different from one another
listen in depth so then you have a choice

In my native Scotland on the Clyde
the wind was causing waves to crash
with sounds aggressive but true
which tells you stay calm, no rash

Walking along a very hot seafront
Fuerteventura Island was my place
watching waves speak words so still
makes one ponder to find my space

Stroll along the Indian Ocean
the waters running over my toes
listening intently ear ever open
here in South Africa cover my woes

(Quote:
"I was born with the ability to hear the sea speak, she had so much to say, it broke my heart." - Anon. )

Castles Tides and Dreams

So many castles built
 on seafront of summer joy
so many collapsed castles
by the obstinate tides of dismay...

Illness

Illness is not something to desire around us
Living without diseases, it is a prayer of everyone. 
Life has no guarantee as many poets gone to rest. 
Now, Covid is the top illness that killed many people  
Expecting to meet with some poets survivors of Covid, 
So we can hug and take some black coffee at any
Seafront  restaurants  in the World. 

Written March 01/2023
For poetry contest sponsored by Constance la France 
Theme chosen: illness

...Second place win 
   In the Contest...

Haiku

summertime is here
the sound of seagulls squawking
along the seafront

Seafront Stroll

collecting seashells
and stones strewn across soft sand
pure relaxation

Forsaken Fashion

You walk on the slimy soil of fragile fame,
as slippery as the sliding mud in the rain,
with feet encased in fuzzy socks and crocs,
you trample the uncertain fashioned ground.

You stroll along the seafront of secluded show,
make footprints on the sands of self-styled beach,
but as the tides of time rush on and on,
these are washed away to the realm of obscurity.

The surge of the breaking waves splits the heart,
you see the soiled feet stripped to the skin bare,
walking alone in the corridor of stark reality,
your forsaken fashion finds nobody to attract.

June 15, 2021
Contest : Fuzzy Socks And Crocs
Sponsor : Francine Roberts

On My Own For the First Time

There I was just me myself
it just seemed I knew no one
my parents had been cut off
there I was me their only son

On the seafront at Largs
away for the day being only nine
in a moment what do I do
panic set in felt out of line

But thankfully they saw me
reconnected again all together
at that moment felt really alone
all had changed except the weather

This reminds one of Jesus childhood
thinking of when Jesus went away
from His parents for they were shocked
not realizing He was in the temple all-day

But Jesus was in control back then
where I was not sure what to do
two opposites for sure in contrast
where were you? a question all so true!

(This tale really happened on the Scottish seaside town on Largs on the Ayrshire coast, where I got lost from my parents these many years ago.
This is written telling of this experience comparing it with Jesus's parents losing Him in Jerusalem 2000 years ago.)

My 2019

It's good to look back at the year's end
to ponder on all that's now gone past
1 year ago you didn't know what's to come
but recognising it's all gone all too fast

Healthy has been so very excellent
my cancer checkups have all been great
with my PSA heading in down direction
increasing confidence for my next health date

My stammer has pulled me down again
so needing therapy for 9 months long
but light has dawned again at tunnel end
now slowly getting better like a merry song

Holidays were other real highlights
being at Crieff Hydro in January cold
then in spring to Bowness on Windermere
to Cyprus in May among sunshine gold

July came to go to Keswick lakes
enjoy convention, learn much in God's word
then at Southport for full two weeks
enjoyed the sun along the seafront

The year can't go past without thanks
for my friends of poetry so divine
faithful their encouragement so very much
this spurs me on with pen to shine

As I Took the Right Turn

As I took the right turn, lo, the crescent
Like Urdu letters but pink and silken
From two mountains meandering descent
Raw hues of hours dark and blue keep folding


As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers
A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon
In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver
From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun


Then all of a sudden the grudging sky
Came down in rains washing the whole vista
Chin on elbows, children, who danced so high
All flames went back in the gladiola


At the seafront mighty waters were sands
My face I held with ailing wrinkled hands

27 June 2019

Take a Walk To the Pencil

Taking the bus down the Clyde coast
to the lovely coastal town of Largs
where there is a walk along the seafront
often the winds blowing so many flags

There are nice grassy slopes around
bringing greenery to the fore
also, seats are periodically placed
for the not so fit who can't do more

Let's get walking and enjoy the views
there's so much to see that's all the rave
all along the path, there's sea to see
so glorious a sight of deep blue waves

Now there's the pencil within your view
this large stone shaped like a pencil
it goes right up to twenty-one metres
protected as a listed building not coincidental

Now we've reached our destination
it's turn around to walk the way back
enjoy all the views again will see
a lovely afternoon spent on the track

(Largs' in Scotland most famous monument is The Pencil, situated at the south end of the Prom, near to Largs Marina. The Pencil was built in 1912, to commemorate the Battle of Largs 1263, when the Scots defeated King Haco of Norway's troops on the shore at Largs after the 160 longships got caught in a storm.)

Windsurfing Whales

windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................

A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush or dirty. Gridlocked gorillas getting grapes gracefully glide. Seafront mystery in windswept hair carrying a carrot, a jar of mustard, and ten grains of multicoloured rocks. A tambourine on a sponge cake can be beating but not beaten. And a lamb cawl is not a call nor a front crawl so place the gate and door at a sixty degree angle. Many custard cups play hockey with wildebeests in tutus. In a fingerless glove place nine toes, and in a pocket watch place a turning tubular pin. The frost from a llamas horn is neither stagnant or perfumed, it is merely a tidal wave of porridge. Hahaha magniloquent magnolia magnitude making monkfish moussaka. Hahaha equality equals equipment eveningwear xxxxxxx hospitalities Z z Z z Z

Oh Mr Corbyn Please

Oh Mr Corbyn please

When I was young, life was fun,
My job was to take a role,
In helping elderly, in various places,
Some posh establishments, airs and graces,
But then there were those council homes,
Cabbage urea nightmares, folk sat alone,
Few staff behind wall,
Funded governments rise and fall,
A mortuary of those still living,
Whilst my mums private nursing place,
Had her running, finding space,
To help another old smiling face,
As she took profit to the ballet,
Or coach trips to Hayling seafront,
Folk there still died, it cannot be denied,
But they did so smiling, still with pride,
So Mr Corbyn please, do not be a politician,
Trying to use old people's lives for populist decisions,
State funded homes never ever worked,
It's not the solution, just a socialist delusion,
And at the end it should be the elderly that matter!

@Andrew Carnegie, Horrified in Wiltshire, 14th Jan 2017.

Traveller

Upon the silent seafront under the scorching summer sun,
I hear a voice that cries out soft and faint as it sounded,
"O ci którzy mogliby mnie pomagac, daj mi! Daj mi!"
"It's on my head you stood, tall and vibrant under the watchful eyes of the blue sky.

Listen you!
I am a traveller from a far away antique land,
Whose shattered visage lies, whose cries tell tales of cuffed hands in the sand.
I am with whom by myself I define, in the eye of God a man, the egregious egoist,
And in the eyes of other men, the enormous load, the outcast old psychopath.

Listen you!
In these winds that bleed the quietest of all my taints and troubles, I complain not,
And by the thundery roars of the rains and all the fears and scares they give me, I manage a smile,
I am a traveller in a desolate land, unaware of whom I have become.

Poem by HUDHAIFAH

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