Short Boardwalk Poems
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its was fun
both love to run
lay in the beach sun
like no other
we held hands
makeing plan
we were
boardwalk lover
when its hot i sweat a lot
ice cream i eat
on the boardwalk i sleep
at the beach
i go under neat
guess youn say am a
BEACK FREAK
in city and towns
all round
they sit on ground
and fly high
come for food
and its cool
how hum toself and talk
BRIDS ON THE
BOARD- walk
as you boardwalk run
he that sun
he is the wonderfull tree
he all you see
the rain
that heals pain
thing you do he is apart
thats
WHO IS GOD
it was sunshine
in the winter time
it was cold
and arms folds
winter was a way
for this day must say
was boardwalk insane
for this
WEATHER CHANGE
so live anuther day
grems comming our way
from anuther place
its jam to many faces
its not beach season
stop this
BOARDWALK
CLOSE FOR REASON
women amid floral bouquet
transports me back to nineteen twenty-three
I was here, on this boardwalk, with my lover
how I know this I do not know, but I do.
a sunny boardwalk
benches to sit with nature
a hidden treasure
Heidi Sands
6/17/24
(C)opyright
we are from long beach
play ball and teach
love to boardwalk and talk
burning up from sun
hard to run
hard to lay a beach cot
its JUST
TO HOT
no matter how cold
some or very bold
arms not fold
they come some as a team
stay in shake there dream
they do it winter spring
or summer
BOARDWALK BEACH RUNNER
At the Beach, people play in the sand and watch the waves go by.
Maybe they will take a stroll on the boardwalk by the shore.
Or binging on taffy, a childhood dream.
its comming in spring
good weather it brings
was boardwalk time
we had the beach in mind
sun was comming out
it was beach walk rout
must say
WHAT A
WONDERFULL DAY
it was a getway trip
where they pop whips
and
swiming pool dip
me my lover fell out
no doudt
it was sad a
and
to my self i just talk
it was
TEARS ON THE BOARDWALK
In a north wind chilled with portent,
Lurch and thunder white-foamed waves
Near this boardwalk stretching empty
Past its surf shops, hushed and idle:
Summer days wend to an end.
was a day
we walk along way
we both got the feeling
our boby was reeling
it was on top
our bobys was hot
our pop
as we wet talk
we when under
it was
SEX UNDER THE BOARDWALK
Look out o'er the water
thoughts ebb and flow
Stroll down the boardwalk
miles and miles to go
Reflect and refresh to
water's eddies and time
Seeking new rivulets
of rhythm and rhyme
The wind blows and the kite flies
over the boardwalk and sand
like decorations above
people look and smile all day
uplifting and oh so free
dancing quickly with the clouds
the beautiful colored kites
Dizzy eyes lock across the boardwalk
knowing August would see them gone;
Drawn like the tide to the shore
gazing as souls collide,
‘Redefine the fling,
Endless Summer.’
Woah, maybe
we should
talk.
if your in town
come and get down
he play the guitar
hes boardwalk star
plays the blues and soul
he play funk key E)
his music is free
its
SOUL TO THE SEA
he play with many of music bands
its
LONGBEACHMUSIC MAN
I hear and see:
Hot pavement,
Green house,
Boardwalk,
The sound of children's talk
The sun,
watching all the fun
Palm trees
Shifting in the breeze
Blue sky
Green leaves
Bougainvillea trees,
Red and vibrant
That's how you can tell you're on an island
cobalt blue clouds hang
barely illuminated..
summer's full moon shines
under the boardwalk
my love kisses tenderly...
rain drips through small cracks
Love the pictures
Thanks for the challenge, P.D
Contest: Kissing In The Rain(2 Haiku)Nature Style
Picture #5
Come, dance with me. Remember this song? It was playing when first we met
When we walked in the rain on the Boardwalk; not caring - we got soaking wet
Come, dance with me to the rhythm of the drums and make a new memory today
There's romance in the air - we'll sway to the beat. Let's dance the night away!
For some twenty years, or maybe more,
this man has played blues guitar down the shore.
Up on his boardwalk display,
his fans come to hear him play.
They come near and far.
Many of them consider him a star.
To them he sounds terrific,
as he keeps playing his music.
inspired by another member's poem
Run away to find home
fingers tracing city streets
Concrete above, the Z train beneath my feet
found your heartbeat
between the city and the sea
where the boardwalk meets concrete streets
and a smile always greets
the city that never sleeps
following the streetlights to neon brights
Waiting at the bridge for you tonight.
She walked briskly
along the boardwalk,
between the bakery and ocean.
I'd seen her before,
but only once this season,
like an elusive butterfly.
The small basket in her hand,
covered with a checkered cloth,
swung by her side.
I asked what she carried
and without stopping or pause
she replied, “Words cannot convey.”