Short Foreshore Poems

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Premium Member -Natures Simple Pleasure

I stand on the foreshore

Warm sun touches my face

Cool water laps at my bare feet

In that moment pure pleasure l embrace
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Foreshore of Memory

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.
© Uwe Stroh  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Crippled

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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Form: Bio

To the Mannered

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

Premium Member Sand Less Beach- a Haiku

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
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Outing

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
Form: Couplet

Premium Member A Winter's Day in Williamstown

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.

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