Sea Surf Poems

The surf pounds and pounds against the shore
Never ceasing, onward rushing and rushing,
Engulfing the sand, eating it up,
   swallowing it down, spitting it...

Read More

Sunny the goblin
Was a very joyful troll
With a blue surfboard and a stately pose
Down the beach he would stroll

Sunny the goblin
Is a happy bloke they...

Read More

Beach day adventures
are like delicious chocolate cookies
where the sea meets the coast
grounded beyond your comfort zone
intertwined with flavors of the sunset
flowing in the skyline
and footprints...

Read More

the beach’ll be a blast
             of sand and surf
    ...

Read More

The sea,
It raged,
It raged,
It raged,
As it pummelled
The lonely shore,
As if to say;
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
And you’ll see dry land -
No more …...

Read More

Powder-white sand rattles between flexing toes
like tiny, bleached avalanches.

The Australian sky, wide, taut, and impossibly blue
screens my field of vision in a blinding smear as
sea...

Read More

A boy on the verge of manhood
Can lift a girl effortless
Her crotch to his chest

In the weightless ocean

The young woman
Eye to eye with the soon-to-be...

Read More

Autumn is a time in the spirit of a man 
     When he walks down the beach
    ...

Read More

fo'c·'sle    /'fohksel/  noun  deriv: forecastle
      1. the forward part of a ship below the deck,...

Read More

Surf’s up,
Heads are down,
Timing their move,
Concentrated frown,
Salt lips,
Hard swallow,
Adrenalin pumping, 
There is no tomorrow,
The white horses charge,
Their chariots follow,
Surfing speeding waves,
Above a spray crested hollow,
For...

Read More

Nevermore!
by Michael R. Burch

(after Edgar Allan Poe)

Nevermore! O, nevermore!						
shall the haunts of the sea
—the swollen tide pools
and the dark, deserted shore—
mark her passing again.

And the...

Read More

Standing atop the cliff
Looking down the precipice
To the foam-crested waves.
Crashing spume into the crags,
I notice a small vessel
Being tossed about by rollers,
A reticent rainbow attempting...

Read More

Floating
by Michael R. Burch
 
Memories flood the sand’s unfolding scroll;
they pour in with the long, cursive tides of night.
 
Memories of revenant blue eyes and...

Read More

A blue as a local mailbox and a long-awaited as a letter, weather is finally fine and I can go for a walk. At this...

Read More

The idea I’d been trolling for
			was hooked just short of the shore.
			As soon as I could see	
			the grey beast from the deep
			just beneath the last...

Read More