Shoreline Poems - Poems about Shoreline

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Eyes staring at the fading sun as my lover sailed away tears became the shoreline she hated my tortured mind I hated the river of depression The river waved good bye ...

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(Inspired by 'Indigo Night' by Thomas W Case) A thousand thousand stars pierce the indigo night, but no moon mars the canvas, or lightens velvet strokes. Half-hearted waves slap at shoreline rocks, like tepid applause. If the sky is darkest blue, the ocean is a still-darker green. The harbor suggests a freedom, outside the breakwater as if the choppy ocean were...

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*Inspired by the photo from the internet Through blades of grass, sun's centerpiece Shines brighter, watching light increase Thoughts get sharper, mind is more clear With globe in my hands, all is near Still reflections, enough to walk With words of truth, now I can talk Along this peaceful lake shoreline There's no-one here, the world is mine Heidi Sands 2/25/22 8 Syllables...

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At Sea II The start of an ocean voyage starts like life; fresh and new And best served with a brew The shoreline disappearing from view and star bright Replacing the street lights fading fast into the night The seas are calm in that cove as you leave a safe haven Moving past that beacon with an escort from a raven The...

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Maybe it's better to roam about unnoticed To do your thing with so much pride That you forget that some see it as a competition That where you are in life Is where you need to be even if you dont make waves just yet Have you noticed that the shoreline does its work without praise Its duty without being reminded Yet...

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A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula. We are hunting Golden Eagles. Cameras fully loaded. You find a small stone, on it, a crimp and cockle of wind and waves has rucked an impression of an eagle in flight. “It's only ripple art, not even a good depiction, just water-wear. “ I say. You throw it back into Lake Huron, won’t hold my hand, won’t even look at me, until...

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The earth is as fluid as the sea itself Like these thoughts which have no ultimate or fixed reality As the tide rises, in waves of silver To touch the edges of wet sand Like tears sparkling that edge over With no boundaries losing itself to shores Contemplating this life of the shore A truth that is just beyond our grasp And what truth...

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We are like rocks on the shoreline,. The waves come in like the feelings we experience daily, they wash over us, but we remain there day after day. The waves build our character with each one that rolls in. Knowing these waves keep coming we become familiar with them over time, we ride out the highs and...

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As I walk through the seashore I hear the gentle sound of the waves I feel the cool breeze of the wind that flashes through I feel the waves in my feet A little water sprinkle over me I see the reflection of the sky as I look through the water All blue as I can see I take off my slipper...

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Unconnected Footles fun words thoughts tour —- ———————————— Long years Jade tears ———————————- Expand Seive gains —————————- heart hunts long nerve —————————- shoreline foot prints —————————- touch God dance oft —————————- winds flare hopes rise —————————- soul blessed grace placed —————————- wrens meet birds’ song —————————- (c) sally Young eslinger 2021...

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So soothing on her skin, moist wind from the sea The waves stretching and folding back on itself as the setting sun sinks on the horizon.... ...

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What if the sea stopped moving, lay as still as setting concrete? And all around the gulls scolded a lament as seals flapped aimlessly, trying to raise a swell. With cormorants stranded on a rock as poised as a question mark, while crabs scuttled everyway as if dancing on hot plates, becoming the uncovered prey of seabirds and small boys....

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The rumblings of thunder Appearing out of nowhere It was sunny just seconds ago Ran inside the abandoned beach house Right near the shoreline Trying to create a new normal In this abnormal time The swishes of grey hues Swirled into a huge mess There’s no sighting Of anyone else Nothing else The once crowded benches Now deserted and dusty I don’t hear any cheery voices Just the whistling of...

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The panorama's full-blown dreary My legs and feet uncommon weary Birds unseen, private counsel keep Silent shoreline, ocean deep My eyes espy a mallard duck forlorn bobbing up and down on white-capped waves His summer friends and feathers winter-shorn Would the icy water prove his grave? Hark! On far horizon a...

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