Short Wavelets Poems
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tiny wavelets sang
sonorous songs in delight -
dozing river woke
Second Place in Haiku Or Senyru Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
.. though the waves
violently swirl
and splash about,
though they fiercely
gnarl and roar,
the rippling wavelets
woo and caress,
lap and gently kiss
the shore ..
tucked safe inside my dream
silver moonbeams gently quiver over shimmering wavelets
the way mourning doves mourn
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
..earthly children
of celestial delight
frolic on the beach,
aah, gladdening sight!
.. wavelets whirl and swirl
on smooth, sandy sheet,
tickling the pink beneath
their tiny feet !
although the waves violently swirl
and splash about,
fiercely gnarl
and roar,
their rippling wavelets so gently
woo and caress
the soothing,
soft shore.
Oh, my earthly children of celestial delight,
frolicking on the beach, such a gladdening sight!
Wish I were the wavelets on the smooth, sandy sheet
that I may tickle the pink 'neath your tiny feet!
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.. though the waves
violently swirl
and splash about,
.. though they fiercely
gnarl and roar,
the rippling wavelets
woo and caress,
lap and gently kiss
the soft shore ..
.
The sun, bright on ocean, beams
With effervescent shimmer.
Gentle wavelets drift to shore
To greet the sand's soft smile.
A gaze through tree's green rustling leaves
From hills above the scene
Does lift a life like seagulls' wings
On hues of tan and blue!
The moonlit ocean murmurs to the stars.
In drowsy rhythm, wavelets lap the strand.
They whisper tales of places near and far
and songs that have been sung since time began.
It’s here that you and I, who’ve sailed the seven seas,
have found our piece of heaven, in the Hebrides.
Listen to poem:
wavelets wavering to and fro
lapping and caressing the coast
on and on the flow undulates its curves
till the sound transcends
their rhythmic motion calming
easing a solitude in turmoil
in soothing idyllic hypnosis
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Vibration
Another
Another
Wavelets arriving
Like a new rain
Distinct
Refreshing
Notes interacting
Through memory
And anticipation
Sound and silence
Dancing
Courting
Spirit cleansed
Incrementally
By sprinkling
Each touch
A micro-caress
Resonating
With the soul
in life, too quick, too soon we hate
in death, we pause, then love
... too late
though maybe soon the wound will heal,
the hurt takes time, the pain's
... too real
and though the waves do fiercely roar,
the wavelets softly woo
... the shore.
Raindrops on the pond
Entertainment for goldfish.
Wavelets everywhere.
Everything changes.
we are born, we live, we die
and nothing changes.
Eggs hidden in grass,
Kildeer flies over the field,
Kii, ki ki, ki ki.
Winter is coming
Bringing its rain, snow, and ice.
Spring is in the air!
Little wavelets played across the lake
Dancing their way towards the shore.
Such pretty patterns did they make
As the heightening wind created more.
In a hurried rush, across they sped
The ones behind pushed those who led.
Their destination finally reached,
They crashed, upon the shingle beach.
Moonlight enhanced her shapely silhouette
A beautiful lass in a see through dress
Starlight on her hair
Was beyond compare
Glistening over her brunette wavelets.
Hearts they sure sighed, it cannot be denied
Snapshots were taken that went out worldwide
She never did know
That she was on show
Out there enthralling passers bye doe eyed.
The lady in the lake
satiated no more
sends a thousand wavelets
to worry the shore
Motion and music her
special blend
beneath the baton
of the conductor wind
A soothing libation
was my sunset intention
destroyed by a blackbird's
red-winged invention
So much for Happy Hour,
(and if you find it believable
the wind is as reckless
as Evel Kneivel)
.
In life, too quick,
too soon we hate.
In death, too slow,
too proud to love
... too late.
Though maybe soon
the wound will heal,
the hurt takes time,
the pain's too raw
... too real.
Though the waves
they fiercely roar,
the wavelets there
caress and woo
... the shore.
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DARK NIGHT
Night, river, city, lights *
Red image dissolves in horizontal
Shimmering watery wavelets
Like embers shedding from sheets
Of soft steel in a mould and
Neon reflected in blurred rainbows
Note: * This line recalls Alexander Blok’s opening line “Night, street, lantern”
. from his masterpiece “The Twelve”
In life, too quickly, too soon
we hate;
in dying, we pause, then love
too late.
Although maybe soon the wound
will heal,
the hurt takes time, the pain's just
too real.
Take note, while the waves do
fiercely roar,
the wavelets softly woo the
silent shore!
Keys Sunrise
She rises from the water
drenched in rosy glow,
trailing feet kick wavelets
on the mirrored dawn below.
Into her fiery breast inhaling
the remnant mists of night,
warming breaths exhaling-
the cotton clouds ignite.
She paints the faint horizon
with God’s morning mercies, new,
kissing a garland round the world
in pearl and opal hues.
Copyright January 17, 2022
The waves lap up against the shore,
A soothing sound that I adore.
I’ve heard this many times before
Yet always, it’s appealing.
Aside from sea gulls, there’s no sound.
Off-season, no one is around,
So when I hear the wavelets pound,
Relaxed is how I’m feeling.
My normal anxious state recedes.
The ocean rules; my mind accedes,
For this is what my body needs,
A little dose of healing.
An angel kissed a ripple
Onto a glassy sea
And in that very instant
A baby came to be
A hundred times she kissed it
A hundred thousand more
Each time the troubled surface
More troubled than before
The ripples started crossing
And people crossing too
In time made each their ripple
Like as that ocean blue
So here is my petition
Oh Jesus, hear my plea!
That all my parting wavelets
Be marked in time for Thee
Glide with me
down through blue coral mounds,
froth of your wavelets bathes my shoulders
with a cloak
draping my moistened arms
as we glitter like translucent stars;
till notes float
where cool pleasure ripples--
drenching hungry bodies on the grass
like a bend
spread in caves of delight
rowing with gentle moans of one tide.
Some Form Of Crystalline
Submitted by Amelie Mara--- 26 Oct 2014
Diaphonous veils luminesce our lagoon
where cerulean wavelets curl;
nacre skies cream with light
like an atmospheric pearl.
Early dawn is a lilt of breeze
gently pulsing across warm land,
sweet sound of a zephyr sighing
on the softly powdered strand:
an evanescent moment, serene and calm,
God's munificent depiction of a psalm.
August 22, 2026
Beautiful Words are Here Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
Was the moon in a bad mood?
It came up from over the horizon
Dark red, deep rubicund.
It rose slowly
Following its normal pattern.
Still dark red, erubescent
As if in anger.
I sat on the pusillanimous sand, alone.
Moody and irritable.
Now she had left.
And I'm sad and angry,
Unlike the wavelets
That flowed over the rim of the beach.
There will be no peace between us.
Still the moon shone
Dark red.