do you want to go the seaside
i’m not trying to say we needed anything more
we found fossils by the shoreline
with nowhere else to be
and you bought another postcard
like you always do
we planned it with what little we had
counted every pound
made a whole day out of almost nothing
and somehow
it was everything
i think that’s what i’ll remember
not how much we spent
or where we went
just you beside me
whitby in front of us
and the feeling that we’d got everything right
and so there we were
looking down upon the empty streets
the seaside by your side
me laying beside you
thinking about whitby
the fossils in your hands
the postcard in your bag
the little journey we made
with almost nothing
do you want to go the seaside
i’m not trying to say we needed anything more
we found fossils by the shoreline
with nowhere else to be
and somehow
it was everything
Thrilled to travel to a coastal region in India, I was only six…
with my mother and a little sister, lived in relative's palatial bungalow,
admired lace curtains with hand-embroidered pictures of deer and peacocks,
plush carpeted floors, elegant furniture with glass-top tables…
what took my breath away was the evening stroll, a few minutes walk
to the beach, frolic with sapphire waves lapping on the shore!
couldn't race back fast enough as we, giggling, chased the waves, slipped,
got fully drenched, bodies covered with sand, still rapturously amused!
sublime chimes from a temple announcing evening-prayer mesmerized senses,
taste-buds were satisfied with plain but mouth-watering treats -
luscious fruits, crunchy nuts, pieces of sweets, savoury bites,
I still hear the splashing waves, when holding the conch I collected, to my ear,
remember the ethereal colour of the vermilion sunset on the horizon,
lonely fishing boats sailing far away in the sea as if with no destination,
emerald water and amber sky touching each other in an embrace.
I’ll be coming breaking loose
Out of my shell
Moving is the way I choose
Now it’s preferable
Down the easy street I’ll go
To the seaside bar
I’ll be curious to know
What the changes are
It’ll be good to hear the news
From the horse’s mouth
Who’s to win and who’s to lose
Who’s to flying south
Then I’d listen to the run
Of the lazy waves
Sitting on the muted sun
Smilingly I’d gaze
To the sea beneath my feet
And I’d breathe that air
Though there ain’t no easy street
That would lead me there
It’s the little nuance I
Should’ve taken to expense
Easy street’s detour sign
On the road work fence.
They say her beauty was sheer perfection
She sun baked in the beach's tourist section
Her swimsuit so thin
It let the sun in
Reveling all her snow white complexion
ocean
curtains
dry gloom
combs room
baggage
spilt depths
torn bed
salt scents
footprints
shore fixed
rip tide
swept eyes
hermit
true fit
water
spiller
seagulls
cry, girl
break surf
fracture
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)
wind amassed the shore
existential mar
eyes in ebb and flow
footprints beachcombed blind
sea contracted heart
symptoms in sand
filling seashells
sand even steps
through lost water
life organ
ripped by tide
under waves
she's salt
shaker
light
Footsteps in the sand
Tsunamis of dreams
waves of thoughts
The waves grow larger as they draw near
I just want to disappear
The white water crashes against the jagged rock shore
I really thought that there’d be more
The air is salty and the breeze sings its song
Have I been living my life all wrong?
Seawater sprays me in a fine mist
I’m worthless
I’m worthless
I’m worthless
I’m worthless
The clouds drift overhead in wisps of white against the black I would turn around now but it’s too late to backtrack
I’m already here
At the edge the pier
My intentions are sincere
So please—don’t interfere
I’ll let the waves wash me away
I hope this is the end of my dismay
I really don’t want to stop halfway
Just do it
Just do it
Just do it
Just do it
I take a deep breath as my feet give way
Dark louring clouds,
Golden hues of flirting pirouettes,
Hushed waters,
A gentle breeze in whispering conversation,
Lovers' bliss,
Dream's honeycomb,
The soul shall have its sweets,
And taste love floating free,
Where the shore kisses the sea,
With subtle coquetry.
I shall meet my heart,
Where her emotions are soaked,
She will lure me into her depths,
To caress that special flame,
I shall not resist the urge,
Standing on the edge,
Where my fall will be splashing delights,
And when you have had me,
I shall confess,
That never have I loved like this,
Where everything in me is consumed,
By delicious flows,
Of sea song and heartbeat waves.
there was a seagull so fine
daily searching the seaside shoreline
finding a set of false teeth* with glee
made him a gourmet carefree
knowing they'd help him to dine
Living by the sea,
means having a house perfumed
with all marine scents...!
Thoughts of confusion were swirling
in my head, and I desperately needed
a quiet place to be,
I headed to the seaside, where I sat,
gazing into the sea.
The calm, still body of water was
undisturbed by the gust of wind that
whizzed by,
Immersed in the silence of nothingness,
I prayed these muddled thoughts would
fly away like a butterfly.
As I turned my head towards the sky,
I saw the dark clouds were slowly drifting
by,
Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his sweet
love draining from my heart , leaving
it empty and stone cold.
Then, an overwhelming grip of
emptiness took a painfully tight hold,
The Sun was now barely visible,
Oh, How I wish it were possible to be
invisible.
Oh, how I wished I could let go of this
woe.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was the
last one to know.
by Zyrool
shimmering seaside
bodies toasting on hot beach
suns heat leaves a mark
Squawking you awake
feathered seaside hooligans
Watch out for your chips!
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