Short Seawall Poems
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Miles of beautiful sandy beaches with
stunning ocean views …
The Seawall that includes the longest
continuous sidewalk …
Categories:
seawall, nature, sea, storm,
Form:
Verse
The soup tonight is matzo ball
A night of wonder for one and all
Crossing the Sea on foot is a tricky proposition ~
There's poetry in the majestic seawall
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3,350 years ago tonight, Moses lifted up his
staff and the Red Sea Split...
Categories:
seawall, food, history, poetry, word play,
Form:
Rubai
The banks here were overflowing
The trees bent down, down like twigs
The wind howled, blowing to and fro
We didn't know the storm would be so big
I'm talking about down in Texas
Hurricane Alecia
Hurricane Ike
And Hurricane Beryl
They crashed into the seawall
The skies were dark and bleak
Storms in Texas are a squall
They happen any day of the week
Categories:
seawall, anxiety, beach, city, dark, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
The noontime waves creep and crawl,
threateningly roar and roll
upon the shore.
They rush to gather speed, force and all,
trying to besiege and topple
the stone seawall.
They smash hard against its mossy base,
trying to shake and crack
its rocky core
only to explode as shattered, salty spray
that briefly splash in the wind
before they fall.
But they keep coming back, rushing in,
ebbing out, for that's what waves
are after all!
Categories:
seawall, sea
Form:
Tail-rhyme
A primordial fear takes over.
These pathways are not reaching anywhere.
I am leaving blank papers
for you.
This was dark matter,
you start dying from birth.
A fireball sails through you
reaching for the shadow of the soul.
The seawall collides with hurricane
shattering the window panes,
of temporal lobes.
And I am the salt,
I am the eye.
The sky is stepping down from heaven
which never was.
Man was the destroyer
man was god.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
seawall, art
Form:
I do not know?
At the shore’s edge of the Pontchartrain
a small barren peninsula protrudes
where a lonely couple gazes toward
the lighthouse perched at its end.
Its shadow partially obstructing
the bright pallet of a setting sun.
It precariously hovers on the horizon
for one last fleeting moment.
Its hues’ are awash by the mist
ascending each step of the seawall.
Just beyond, a sailing ship gracefully
glides along the crystal lake,
its sails waving a tranquil
and cherished farewell.
Categories:
seawall, sunset, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse