Shore Poems - Poems about Shore

Echoes of The Silent Shore .. Beloved.. Nay a word was said between them On that sandy and sun bleached beach But the bodies sought each other out Moving in rhythm and perfect harmony Deep groans emanated from the two As a steamy climax engulfed in a tie From deep within with acute tremor’s Came after shocks with flushed looks Coming beady drops of...

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My home is not of brick and stone Nor has it laid foundations on The filthy soil of earth, no mine Is somewhere far beyond the sky. It sits upon the clouds of white And floats amidst the open skies. Its walls of gem and gates of gold Do hide a throne, I...

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Silent Shore Hiku 30 sand whispers softly, ...

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Raging Waves Hiku 29 white foam floating on shore raging waves crashing on...

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The beak has broken, and I settle on the shore of painful thoughts, while the sea sews salt around a shell of feathers— a cradle carved from a time long vanished, a vapor dream of the past. I touch it gently—the wings contract like secrets hidden in evening shadows— fragile bruises, a poem of memories passed through rains of...

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I was drenched in black water, Yet, it looked as though I were dried out. I stood before a lighthouse, Yet, remained unseen. Gazing into the sea’s blackness, The highest tides forever circled me. My eyes could find no anchor, As my dark hands sailed towards the farthest shore. My home, too, was cloaked in shadow; Something unseen, yet present, walked with me there. The...

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Forthcoming Summer Hiku 21 summer on the w -a –y pearly s ~h ~o ~r ~e vacation dreams ...

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Like sunlit tides on a quiet shore, a breath of peace in each rolling wave, it hums of freedom, soft and serene— a prism of truth in motion’s embrace, where hope drifts in translucent grace. Contest: Color my mood Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Contest Judged: June 2nd, 2025 5:10:00 AM Placement: Third...

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“A crimson sky breaks the distant shore” This kaleidoscope of colours I just adore I love to stroll by the ever changing sea At peace with the world, I feel so carefree The sky’s ablaze with scarlet and gold It’s such a glorious sight to behold I’ll stay until the sun sinks down low A cool breeze blows so it’s time...

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From the right shore to the left, I thought I could no longer cross. Even if I looked back at the time that had passed, I thought I could not cross the river. The bridge had fallen; that was the end. When the river overflowed, I thought I was unloved by life. Without even trying to forgive. If I wanted to be loved, I...

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I squinted while gazing into the western skies my attention drawn to banks where willows wept. Twilight, a melange of magical moments in my eyes, usually interludes when twilight colors were windswept just before the juncture where daylight slowly faded and the reign between sun and moon were traded. But tonight, "a crimson sky breaks the distant shore." Appearing low across...

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[*Hendecasyllable: line of verse containing 11 syllables with stanzas with repeated end words and a five line envoi that concludes the ballade.]* Look as… “a crimson sky breaks the distant shore” Signaling I will see my fair home no more the ship drifts into shadows far from yon shore And soon the sky is dark night, crimson no more The...

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Oh how I wish I could buy, the huge beautiful sky. By day with bright white and blue so high, and the sunny sun makes me want to cry. By night the colors change making a roar, "A crimson sky breaks the distant shore."...

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The horizon stretches, endless blue, A vastness mirroring the dread I knew. Problems arose, a tempest unforeseen, And I, a fragile vessel, lost between. The waves they crashed, a symphony of might, Each crest a shadow stealing all the light. The shore, a whisper, distant and unclear, And in that ocean's heart, surrender felt so near. The will to navigate, a tattered sail, My...

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As the tide retreats, the shore unveils a tapestry of deep garnet and crushed ruby sand, spread before a mosaic of polished rocks. Towering above, the jagged cliffs rise steeply, their weathered faces carved by relentless waves. Ancient glyphs emerge, whispering timeless secrets to the ever-listening ocean below. ...

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