Short Coastal Poems
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fish swimming upstream
spawning dreams of renewed life ~
cries of joyfulness
(April Full Moon – coastal Tribes)
Moist tracks of my mermaid’s feet
Her heart beats with coastal heat
From her touch worries retreat….
With her I’m complete
Seagulls
winged scavengers
cleaning coastal waters
loud, extremely quarrelsome birds
scroungers.
lost warty, watery words in horizons, coastal lost worthless, warm words shine~
4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
At a bunker in coastal Ukraine
Filth and death; now sadly do reign
With wide open wounds
Many might well die soon
Yet They've never of covid complained
Thunderous waves day and night
They persist intent to erode coastal cliffs
They’ve eternity in their corner
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
coastal sunset -
dropping into the sea also
the juggler's ball
Written February 23rd, 2016
For the What Goes Up, Must Come Down Contest hosted by Catie Lindsey
For us coastal dwellers of old B.C.,
Always 'Talk Like A Pirate Day' it be.
Tamperin' with the buoys, we be found,
A-plunderin' vessels what runs aground!
Wet with sweat, the seaside called my name
Coastal waters taught me to proclaim
Gentle breeze on water
Sweating, getting hotter
Bikini came off, despite the shame!
Mendocino County’s nice place
Where lighthouse stands with added grace
Ships now avoid shoals coastal space
Lumber, goods for Casper city
Since Frisco’s quake stands on firm base
Faces ocean with a bold face
Colors
Celebrations
City lights
Country gardens
Circling pinwheels
Coastal sunsets
Come and go
Change with seasons
Center the mind
Calm the soul
Colors continue
Certainty in life
Heidi Sands
5/10/21
Coastal ghosts
Out of the foam
when a mighty wave crashed ashore
came a pair of transparent
horses
flying mane of course
They were last seen
galloping
upland where the mist
was settling for the evening
Coastal ghosts
Out of the foam
when a mighty wave crashed ashore
came a pair of transparent
horses
flying mane of course
They were last seen
galloping
upland where the mist
was settling for the evening
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Sindu
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/2015
The
infinite Ocean,
soothing
as a
coastal breeze.
Charmingly
romantic
yet
mystical
like
the
deep blue
sea -
Sun
Peering
O’er the sea.
Prismatic waves
Reflect painted sky.
Colorful ripples dance,
Pelican silhouettes glow
With halos of pink, orange, gold.
As the orb climbs higher in the sky,
Bright light casts its gleam as stars and moon fade
Sunset Advice
The sun was setting
in the small coastal town.
The advice he was getting
he wouldn't turn down.
"Ask her here, where Earth's arms open wide;
I promise she'll say yes and make a beautiful bride."
# 1
9/30/19
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patchwork clouds of gold
calm waters reflect Heaven
coastal rocks watching
As centuries pass
The seas advance
To take away the land.
Lost to the waves
The ancient graves
Reside below the sand.
Cliffs that crumble
Remains lay humble
Eroded by the brine.
The final tomb
To meet the spume
Clings to the shoreline.
land of wheat’d plains
coastal eagles soaring
mountain divides
governed by you
forged through us
patterned on Ten
standing on giants
seeker of lions
laying with lambs
welcoming partners
spreading the dream
utopian borders
tucked in prayers
Floods coastal and inland
Droughts across the world
Rising temps, melting ice
Tsunamis at us being hurled
We clamor for climate action
Searching in vain for consensus
Yet we scoff at the message God's sent
~ Time for us all to repent
On dawn skies, peaches
drifting by sable shadows
at coastal sand dunes
Precious gold between my toes
Blue roses on the wild sea
Fading stars, sequins
Turquoise at the horizon
Citrine golden hour
of the fresh breath of the wind
and the gemmed birds uprising
Tan skin and smile lines.
Breakfast diners and strong coffee.
Soft breeze and salt-encrusted waves.
Lowered windows and strange songs.
Dripping ice cream and picnic tables.
Inside jokes and evening storms.
Good books and toes in sand.
All these things go hand in hand.
ship rotting near shore
prismatic colors dancing...
ocean’s reflections
nature kisses sea
multi-hues will fade at dusk...
another dawn waits
*Based on the photo of the ship in the sea at sunset.
Written by November 5, 2011 for PD’s Sunset contest
the sea the skin of a wet dog,
black the beach; a ruined church,
the coastal lights a string of lesser ways,
we are as empty as a dropped shell
pulled across the ebb, a ripple of salt..
and as the night gets deeper
a dragon breathes like the tide:
no mistake, the dark needs its hours.
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One iron spine piercing coastal fog~
a slow inhale across fractured granite,
salt-thickened breath clotting the beacon's eye.
Waves haul themselves against the rock's ribs
again, always again~
gravity's weary pilgrims collapsing below.