Short Foreshore Poems
Short Foreshore Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Foreshore by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Foreshore by length and keyword.
I stand on the foreshore
Warm sun touches my face
Cool water laps at my bare feet
In that moment pure pleasure l embrace
Categories:
foreshore, appreciation, joy, nature, simple,
Form:
Rhyme
On the foreshore of memory
Consciousness works overtime
Trying to decipher what is to come
In the depth of the iceberg of the mind
The future is.
Categories:
foreshore, deep, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
THE CRIPPLED
Walking toward foreshore
I saw the devil seated on a fence
Fishing
Next day I heard he got a thrashing
It was intense
Blood trickled from his core
He would fish no more
Baby and Mommy shark were out to score.
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Categories:
foreshore, baby, corruption, family, innocence, silence,
Form:
Bio
Worn out platitudes
have we come this far ?,
returning all possessed souls
and in the midst he slayed summer
in a spectral wooden cupboard
with worn shoes,
and now the lesson is over
by touching all those far apart,
roaming by the foreshore
to see their stranger within
the catch net of life assured
Categories:
foreshore, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
SAND LESS BEACH- A Haiku
unfriendly foreshore
a little, bad hammer swims
beyond the sand less
mud color red clay
water dissipated skies
fish hidden gone where
capture unfriendly
a cross eyed, mad sea gull swims
on the sand less beach
skydiving sea gull
people playing volleyball
on the sand less beach
5/27/19
Categories:
foreshore, analogy, appreciation, beach,
Form:
Haiku
By foreshore brink
A curious think
The lakeside draught
Hurls icy stuff
Cold air swirls flair
To flush cold fare
We walk around
Chilly strides ground
Lovely flats here
Prompt cost most clear
Hot coffee sips
In a warm grip
Kingston foreshore
Now tells me more
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Categories:
foreshore, allegory,
Form:
Couplet
A cold wind has the breath
of Antarctica coming up
from the south. Snow is falling
in the Alps. Small boats
huddle in the sheltered corners
of the Bay as I make my way
towards the foreshore
and the spray swept pier.
In the far distance, gulls wheel
inside a shaft of sunlight
gathering gold on joyous wings.
Suddenly, something leaps up
from out of its wintry solitude
to join them.
Categories:
foreshore, joy, wind, winter,
Form:
Free verse