Beach Treasure Poems | Examples
These Beach Treasure poems are examples of Treasure poems about Beach. These are the best examples of Treasure Beach poems written by international poets.
"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." — Jacques Cousteau
It was an early summer morning at the desolate beach
Seagulls soared over the water searching for crabs within reach
The waves gently crashed ashore and left ocean treasures to find,
sea glass, star fish, urchins and other ocean debris of some kind
I sat on my beach blanket sipping the hot coffee I brought along
And sat in peace and enjoyed the peaceful solitude, it won’t last long
I saw something sparkling in the sand as it washed up in the salty foam
I decided to try to pick it up as I love bringing sea treasures home
It was a beautiful diamond ring in a setting with a carat heart stone
I drove to the nearest store in hopes of finding out what may be known
As I entered, I saw a sad woman posting signs for any diamond rings found
I gave her ring back, she thanked me and I said the ocean can be profound
2025.3.24
Sixty five days ago, on a sunny Saturday,
I came here with some body.
It was supposed to be our first time,
But it turned out to be the last too.
Time flies fast as it passed you.
At the end of the trip, he suggested,
We both wrote a poem each,
It was not to compete,
Just to express one own feeling.
I came here so many times,
Now, I have completely lost of count.
But after this particular trip,
What I loved most was the photo,
He took on the day,
And printed the poem which I composed on the day.
I received it as a pleasant surprise,
I felt such an honour by his gesture.
A kind and sweet memory for me to keep and remember,
To mark once we were friends.
However, it was ashamed,
We travelled on but separate way since then.
I continued my daily journey,
I was happy to do it with or without company.
Here I am at Phillip Island again.
To enjoy my day walking on the sand,
Along side the water washing up the beach.
There will be another day another trip,
But never have the same friendship.
I went on a journey across the land,
until I got to the beach with it's golden sand.
I was not here for sandcastles and a splash
I've come to collect some more sea-glass.
Some of it is pretty and colourful, but I prefer the black
I want to get as much as possible before I head back.
Black Sea-glass is pirate treasure from what I've been told,
It's etched with silent stories of pirates hunting for their gold.
I can imagine the glass I find as a mug of Pirate rum,
darkened to help prevent it spoiled from exposure to the sun.
"Shiver me timbers" they'd shout, and X marks the spot,
I hope before I go home I've collected an awful lot.
When I get home I'll glue any to my model sea-glass pirate boat,
then when it's complete I'm gonna see if it'll stay afloat.
I've got my fingers crossed that the launch will be no shocker,
and my sea-glass pirate ship ends up like Davy Jones' locker.
Secrets hidden in the sands
known only to the tiny crab
or starfish wandering idly by
as waves collect the ancient treasures
send past truths drawing ever, nigh.
Sand Dollars glisten in amber glow,
as murex and cowries roll amid waves;
of the all the things the beach collects,
amid all shells, the conchs resonate
their waving echoes, seas story treasures.
Diamond sand glistens
pearls beneath aquamarine;
Treasure of the sea.
As I walk the sandy beach, a sea shell my hand will reach. Wash it off in the blue water, to give to my daughter. A chain I found under a rock, I will wear it with my smock. I found treasures for my daughter and for me, now let's go eat some crackers and brie.
Date Written:3/26/2020
Honorable Mention BRIAN'S CHOICE 10, any form, any theme Contest Judged:5/30/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
First came Storm Ciara
On Sunday the ninth of February
She caused total havoc throughout the UK
Heavy rain brought serious flooding
Her gales so strong brought buildings tumbling
Whilst on the Isle of Wight
The most southerly tip of England
Gusts of ninety seven miles per hour
Uncovered a fossil upon earth’s core
A Dinosaur footprint from a Therapod
Who had strolled along this beach
one hundred and thirty million years before
Now in the throes of wind and rain
Another storm
Another name
He’s called Storm Dennis
Another menace
And he has just arrived
Brings heavy rain and gale force winds
I truly hope we all survive
his havoc and devastation
But like Storm Ciara he may unearth
never before seen hidden treasure
Showing even storms leave positive gifts
for us all to enjoy and explore at our leisure
Written 15th February 2020
Contest Strand No 680
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
POEM "PHANTOM" by martin gedge
All aboard the captains swell
a voyage set to sea
the dead that ride this vessel hell
will rise with the debris
to walk the plank into this tank
and rake the ocean floor
to flesh upon yon treasures beach
as bodies lie the shore
with tooth & nail the devils tale
was sworn upon the flag
to jolly toast a Satan ghost
and every scallywag
to swab the deck of every wreck
and let the anchors weigh
we raise the cheer and drunken steer
until the black of day
shall sink the teeth into the drink
and scar each sailors skin
to peel the clutch of life so much
and let the death set in
a bounty's gold that will unfold
to each we will demise
to take the gin right to the grin
to poke between the eyes
so light a flame to red the rain
and sit upon the throne
to wait to dock this pirate rock
and raise the skull and bone
for it be me to flush the sea
and haunt the common clan
to seal your doom and drown the tomb
leagues beneath the sand...
by martin gedge ©
footprints in the sand
on a tropical seashore
beachcombers explore
9 /27/ 2018
Yesterday's tempest eroded the shore
uncovering part of a treasure trove.
For we found a ring with a crimson stone
and a few coins exposed near the mangrove.
My daughter fell in love with the prospect
of a rich harvest, and ran on ahead.
For that ring, forgotten for untold years,
held hope, and helped her enthusiasm spread.
In the misty fog, she's a mere shadow
a silhouette, moving with fluid grace.
And though I could no longer see her smile
I knew, that it was lighting up her face.
She runs to the beach with impatient feet
chasing down trinkets, given by the brine.
And hopes, to find a fabulous treasure,
while I am enjoying my time, with mine.
(Quatrain)
Apr.8, 2018
Ten Words - Poetry Contest
Joseph May
While walking on a sunny beach
I suddenly gave out a screech
For my feet tapped
Down to a dark trap
It was none other than a chest
Written on it was, for the best
I opened it at last at dusk
And wowed at its fragrance of musk
A gem was placed in it
Colored bright and pulsating like a spirit
Full of life, it spoke
Thou must not take me for a joke
For I have the portal
I am the one so magical
With me, you shall travel
All over the universe O sheer Marvel
Keeping the gem safe
Finding in it hidden solace
My treasured chest became my grace
And became my most precious mace!
I searched for the treasure.
It was said to be on the ledger of tha sea.
As I search the sea I didn't realize it would be a free....
and from the tree's so long it would be.
The voyage was so long I decided to return homeSo we docked the ship.
I was discouraged.
I started walking the beach and to my surpise there it was the treasure.my family just standing there waiting for me on the ledge of the sea.
a blazing red sky
romance whispered on the wind. . . .
our island retreat
strolling hand in hand
along a secluded strand. . . .
the brink of passion
as long sun-warmed waves
crash against the ocean’s edge. . . .
we fall to the sand
blissful on the beach
true feelings at last revealed. . . .
a treasure trove found
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for the "Treasure Trove" Poetry Contest
of Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Life's Treasure
I had a little treasure,
I lost it in the sea.
I placed my sorrow in a box,
still I walked the beach.
I searched the clouds for picture shapes.
I talked with seagulls white.
I wandered without treasure,
Gathering seashells in my plight.
As I sifted through the sand
and gleaned along the rocks,
wrapped in seaweed like a bow,
was my little treasure box.
Where have you been my treasure,
waves swept you out to sea.
I prayed that maybe once again
Your return would be to me.