Ocean
Salty
Fresh air
Sandy
Foamy
Sea surf
Pleasures
Starfish
Seashells
Urchins
Sea glass
Beach rocks
Seaweed
Treasures
Rocky
Climbing
Tanning
Resting
Reading
Surfing
Beach play
Osprey
Heron
Seagull
Piper
Egret
Shorebirds
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Categories:
shorebirds, beach, fun,
Form: Rhyme
The dank cold chill
stills the dawn
to forlorn quietude,
as the day hopes
in vain for
summer rays to
lift eyelids awake
to a warm break of day.
Shorebirds huddle
out of the shadows
to catch the glimmer
of weak light rays
that trickle onto
the sand flats.
Syrupy waves ripple
the lake's surface
trying their best
to make the best of
the frigid situation,
with the scene
blanketed by the cold.
Yet the lakeside chill knows
its reign is short-lived,
with the lake's vignette
hanging-out
for Spring's relieving
high-five touché touch
of warmth.
Categories:
shorebirds, winter,
Form: Free verse
Written: May 26 2024
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Dark, drizzling recesses that pulse and flow.
A nebulous haze of nothingness, a sad show.
With rasping tears of seabirds, in silent cries.
They uncover comfort in various forlorn sighs.
Horizon depicts a snapshot of dreary gray.
Raven rainbows trance in barren dismay.
Why are you grieving, my wounded heart?
Why are you missing vivid spring impart?
Birds in scarlet, saffron, and cyan hues,
Glorious in the skies, so ariose views.
Yet, time slips by and you head away
Remote star casts me out of abyss sway.
I maunder amid dry gloom, forlorn and alone.
Chuckles echo across my passing groan.
In grief of shorebirds, I learn of my plight.
As I long for your arrival with all my might.
But hope lingers, akin to a glimmer at night.
We will return one day in a pure love light.
I will wait for that juncture, my soul ever true.
In bleak wilderness, memories will renew.
Categories:
shorebirds, adventure, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest
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with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls
It's russet embers
ignite her soul's quilled longings
she flies to bloomy sky-scape
last sigh of waning twilight
chirpy mirth—katydid sounds
waves of
soft silk canzone
to whispering crimson
of ephemeral serenade
waves of arid shadows— ebb in
blurring haze of lingering longing
besotted in spumy scatters sighing
In epicede of hushed Elysian quiddity
quixotic susurrus—shorebirds' sapidity
horizon in cinereous ululation of Peacocks
rainbows and sylphlike threnody
my heart too, mirths... waiting
for you to return to me—in spring
renascent wings wings of crimson
gold and plums of purples!
Categories:
shorebirds, longing, spring,
Form: Free verse
windswept clumps of grass
beach scattered with broken shells~
gulls lift on currents
sandpipers feed along
beach scattered with broken shells~
tiny legs twinkle
shorebirds feeding on
the tides endless offerings~
tiny legs twinkling
each day it changes
the tides endless offerings~
waves wash shifting sand
changing on each day
seabirds gather on sandbars~
waves wash shifting sand
ocean reflects sky
on sandbars seabirds gather ~
sleeping in warm sun
ocean reflects sky
people under umbrellas~
sleeping in warm sun
windswept clumps of grass
people under umbrellas~
gulls lift on currents
Categories:
shorebirds, beach, bird, nature,
Form: Haiku
Dear shorebirds, my quills inspiration.
I love the way you're chased by the ripples
Ceasing my days and nights isolation
Dreams of the coast; I smile just a little.
Let me watch you as you bob and wiggle
You're much quieter during winters chill
The sea fogs hide the highest tides tickle
you take flight along the coast with a shrill.
Winter shows her winds upon crab and krill.
Strolling windswept dunes; the sands rise higher.
Wing beating echoes; those thoughts do fulfill,
but leaves lone feathers upon still waters.
I walk away with a chill in my heart,
Remember this sonnet whilst far apart.
Categories:
shorebirds, 11th grade, bird, flying,
Form: Sonnet
“In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, when birds do sing . . . sweet lovers love the spring.” -William Shakespeare
In early spring they reappear -
the shorebirds and the swallow.
Ducks, geese, red-winged blackbirds,
owls and eagles follow.
April brings more of the same
with woodpeckers and warblers too.
Early nesters of the spring -
instinct tells them what to do!
The cuckoo and the mourning dove,
but the biggest boon
for the end of April is
The nesting of the loon!
By May the spring time is ablaze
with hues of birds galore.
The cardinal and bluebird -
harbingers we can’t ignore!
Dear robin, I shall see you soon,
for on the way is spring.
With eagerness I wait to know
which bird I’ll first hear sing.
Feb. 22, 2021 for the Spring Birds Contest of Constance La France
Categories:
shorebirds, bird,
Form: Rhyme
State of the Nation
Nature unchaste,
river waste drifts;
distasteful scene.
Shorebirds in flight,
gray and white gulls;
despite foul winds.
Mercury fear;
poison-smeared fish
make dreary food.
*January 29, 2019
For Charles Messina’s Than-Bauk Contest
Categories:
shorebirds, ocean, pollution, river,
Form: Than-Bauk
I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.
Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with curiosity.
I so wanted to help him
but we're worlds apart.
How can he feed?
How can he fend?
Suddenly, he flew away up the beach,
I followed him.
There he stood lightly wafting in the wind,
still balanced on that single leg.
His fellow Sandpipers scurry about
unnoticing his remarkable challenge.
Later, a kindly friend told me
shorebirds often hide one leg
to conserve energy.
Silly, I felt a loss
for my misplaced empathy
towards my one-legged friend.
What a self-centered bubble
I live in.
We're always so troubled by
what we think we know.
Truth is, we know so little.
Next time on the beach,
I'll look for the one-legged Sandpiper.
It'll remind me that
there's so much I still don't know.
Categories:
shorebirds, animal, appreciation, bird, judgement,
Form: Free verse
The hyacinth stood on the dusking rise,
cerulean the waters did traverse,
the reeds consenting daylight to the skies
as pewter stones recited lapis verse.
The burning pyres of sunlight floated west
untouched by orchid mountains in the mist,
the periwinkle shadows did invest
in rising to the lingering deep kiss
by weeping echoes trailing on the sea
of fire and mangoes in most vibrant past,
the lemon grasses lilting on the lea
and scented mornings in their pungent cast.
The shorebirds ceased their gospels upon sight
as glowing whispers vanished in the night.
Categories:
shorebirds, night, sea, sunset,
Form: Sonnet
I walk barefoot on the beach
Where the water greets the land.
Waves with their wet fingers reach,
Then retreat from where I stand.
White foam fizzles on the sand.
I pick up some rocks and shells,
Watch the shorebirds dive and fly
As the ocean ebbs and swells,
Plovers skitter, seagulls cry,
Soundless pelicans glide by.
8/3/2017
Categories:
shorebirds, beach, nature, sea,
Form: Quintain (English)
I watch them on the beach -
shorebirds they are called
running here and there.
Residents of land more than the air,
they'd rather poke their beaks into the sand
probing for morsels of tasty crustaceans.
Pecking, always pecking,
scrambling to and fro,
they're focused, ever focused
on the job at hand.
Not especially strong, graceful, colorful, or pretty,
they are, however, speedy.
They scuttle easily through low tides,
rushing for the shore on skinny legs
when waves come crashing.
These industrious little creatures
seem unconcerned with the loftiness of clouds.
Yet at times, they will gather as one body in the sky,
performing an amazing aerial show.
Run, sandpiper, run. Soon your eggs will hatch.
In your being grounded
you reap rewards.
Written by Andrea Dietrich on 9/17/13
for nette onclaud's BUILD YOUR OWN SAND!Poetry Contest
Categories:
shorebirds, bird,
Form: Free verse
on my top
fishermen carved trail
sow spirit steps
whispered roar of expectations
Away empty- handed
back with results
destiny is there
however
smile
with udder waves
saw
things were never the same
everything changed
my white face
a holy canvas
lovers painted
pure love
browsed the pace of beautiful life
danced with white froth
hand in hand
meaningful
and confidence
revealed the meaning of love
saw
that pure peace
extant
on my top
grinned ankles
praised the natural charms
shorebirds raced sounds
butterfly
showed their beautiful wings
dark horizon looked wild
remained fierce storms
saw
sunset
right to change
all so beautiful
my tale
is real
for I am the real witnesses
not a mere illusion
my tale
is classic
remain touchable
revealed in verses
not heard by ears
no one understood
language of sand
my whispers
rigidity
peacefulness
purity
beauty
only to the hearts
whispered sounds
A tale of white sand
~ (c) sukmawati Komala ~
April 5, 2013
Categories:
shorebirds, inspirational, nature, beautiful, beautiful,
Form: Dramatic Monologue