Short Shore(A) Poems

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Premium Member Ocean Waves

in rhythmic motion
 waves tango with the shore, a
 never ending dance
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 1-27-19
Ocean Waves Haiku Contest
 Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Stone Wallows Lake Shore - a Haiku

Stone Wallows Lake Shore - A Haiku

rainy timberland
a small, active wallows stones
float around of the lake


3/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Moody Sea

 The sea has many moods
 It can give the shore a gentle kiss
 Its wave can get angry as it broods
 Its power is futile to dismiss
 As it lashes the shore with a hiss
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Florida July Day

White
sand beach,
alive with 
laughter, children's
squeals, grown-up shouts, the
swoosh, swoosh of waves against
the shore, a distant rumble
of thunder - symphonic sounds of
summer on a sweltering July
day in the Sunshine State of Florida.
Form: Etheree

Premium Member Dark Night At Freedom Bay

DARK NIGHT AT FREEDOM BAY By the shore a spotlight searches the sea. Those treacherous rocks wouldn't let you be. You head toward the jagged knife. One inch more you’d lose your life. I say goodnight, turn out the light…I’m free. 6/30/2017 Limerick Form
Form: Limerick


When Love Is All, We Dream

As If Lying Atop Her Shore A Serene Lullaby Tranquility; Love's Gentle Waves ~ Embracing His Sands In Turmoil Washed Away Whimsical; Notes Tossed About As If Time's Misty, Cool Mystic Breeze ~ Her Mid-Summer's Dream Ivory Keys Pirouettes Tumbling Seas; 'Glass Bells' And She ~ Very Beautiful! ~ Love, Jeremy *
Form:

Tide

Gemstones on a shoreline
maladjusted to the saltiness of fallen tears
basted in the din of sunbeam atoms colliding
the neap, a resting time from mortal waveforms
towed beneath the sanded plasma of sinking unblown glass
a final lash, a glinting sorrow, an eternal goodbye
so many facets unturned, a reminder of the emptiness
no shimmer on the barren plains of shore, a reflection
of the once and final aortic beat
© Aron Jacob  Create an image from this poem.

A Summer Scene

A lazy leaf-laden river
Snakes around a sandy shoreline 
While copulating dragonflies
Fly over near-stagnant water
In aimless zigzag ecstasy.
Dozens of stout brown birds skimming
The surface, ascending slightly,
Than dipping incredibly low
Miraculously avoiding
Contact with the wet surfactant.
Along the shore a raft of ducks
Noisily swim by in a queue
Seemingly like some summertime
Carnival shooting gallery.
Form: Verse

Into Nothingness

Into Nothingness 


Near the shore a seagull called me
To take a walk under her spread-wing,
I heard the waves called me too!
The sea breathed out the wind, and
I listened to the murmurings of her splashing billows,
My heart found a repose in her vastness,
she sang my hymn of life,
I knew the grandeur of the sea and my being
Could be transformed into nothingness, that 
could travel to the furthest end where exists
 Only an essence of supreme sublimeness!

Premium Member Seashore Summer

Seashore Summer

Humid August nights and the heat stands still
Starfish trapped on beaches wait for low tidepools to fill 
                                 ~
Summer phosphorus float like stardust on the tides
Then leaves a sparkling footprint on seashores to abide.
                                 ~
Rippled sands can't wait to meet a sly and bold blue wave
Who steals kisses from the shore - a stargazer knave.

7-12-22
Contest: Bite Size Poem No 49
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Quote Wars Lost

A word in phrase has laid him low

From Milton, Keats, and Longfellow

He tried alas to make a stand 

Upon this shore, a foreign land

He fired back a thousand quotes 

With soliloquies and antidotes 

But the fight had wore him thin

Becoming clear he could not win

And as he laid his body down

Among dead words all scattered round

His eyes then, skyward looked

As he clutch His precious book.

And the Saints who saw his smile

Sent to retrive him, Oscar Wilde
Form: Rhyme

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