Seashore Poems - Poems about Seashore

You, me, seashore, one place, one earphone, Coconut with two straws—one ice cream, two noses. Cold winds, but your warmth wraps me whole, Two souls in one sweater, hearts beating slow. Sitting under the moon, watching him chase the clouds, And that night, love, I realized how foolish I’ve been, Calling...

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A soothing red sun bows to the moonlight as time once again takes my soul beyond to steal me away from Ambered twilight and mesmerize emotions to respond My heart becomes married to the vast shore while walking the sands of the untamed sea beneath the moon and starlight, I adore I will find a beautiful serenity Alone yet not, as the...

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On a rocky shore she sits alone under the darken skies, a flock of gulls glided away in search of food supplies. She stares ahead in time to see the sun before the rise. She was amazed to see its rays tickling the pinky skies. The foamy waves moved to and fro caressing the rocky shores, the...

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On the shore playing with ,The sand on my hands whispering a mellody a beutifule illumination of a rainbow.one,two,three,Its the sand on my feet a twinkelling drop on my eye.The universe &skys are blue falling in love.Hearing the sounds of ,The shore so wonderful that,I can smell the lillys in myrtle beach north carollina....

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On the cliff at the Worm’s Head High above the horns of the bay I see the surfers ride great waves With horses’ manes That ever fail, but never end In the strong Atlantic surge In the estuary at Dartmouth Where the oyster boats dredge Turning and drifting in slow shadow dance Great nets of shells are hauled up And poured out...

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On a warm evening, Sat idle on the seashore, Looking at the sea. As I was gazing, Violent breakers rose high, Crashing on the shore. Before me I saw, The savagery of the sea. Will it be at rest? I sat on the beach A little away from crowd, Breathing briny air. My mind became light. Can I be again a child, Playing on seashore? Watched small boats gliding. Saw swallows...

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I live in Arrubluc by the sea much like the fabled Llareggub made famous by Dylan Thomas in the radio play 'Under Milk Wood'. The land meets the sea here as well, but it's a beachside town, beside the sea, not a portside fishing village. The sleepy town awakens, with a yawning sigh, As the gentle kiss of dawn paints the sky. Fiery orange...

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The salmon tasted like the seashore, like salty air and gulls crying, flying overhead on the cold breeze. It tasted like relatives coming together around a picnic table, laughing, talking as the feast is spread, as the ocean stretches endlessly right beside us. It tasted like lobster, red and spiny, like melted butter and messy hands slipping, gripping a metal nutcracker...

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At lowest tide, you shimmer at my feet, fluid glass thinly glazes my squirming toes Pacific respite from today’s prevailing heat The cycle of waves, on and on it goes, a watered source of lifeforms grand and small Your mollusk, Pisces, star, survive and thrive, ‘neath waters dark and deep with cloud and squall, Your oceanic underworld abides Above, below, each day these...

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Does he notice? I scribble, gripping my writer’s notebook with the steady grip that I can only manage when on vacation. I write about the way he stands, face to the incoming sea breeze, shoes to the salt water, not stepping back or caring. Nor should I care: I write about the fact that I do not care. I write about the plaid flannel shirt, the...

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This is the Ballad of Sandcastle Jane Who went to the seaside in the pouring rain Where she built sandcastles on the seashore At first there was one, then there were more. Then, far...

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Listening to the soothing ocean, I Watch the waves crash the shore like a mad guy; My happy heart gives a contented sigh, God's been good to me through ups and downs, aye! Troubles stifling me like a tight necktie, All cast out when the sea like Lorelei* Called out to me, "Come down here, don't be shy",...

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temple-bells chimed bliss waves lapped on amber shore ...

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Seashore Summer Humid August nights and the heat stands still Starfish trapped on beaches wait for low tidepools to fill ~ Summer phosphorus float like...

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SHELLS sea shore ...

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