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m h John Aug 11
at the edge of the west
i found a place
far removed from
these blinding city lights,
sky scrapers and telephone wires,
where the moon
is the only street lamp,
and these cypress pine trees
out number the population of people
a place of its own
where the run off streams
and mountain cliffhangers
feel like home
Karen Horsley Jun 21
children’s laughter drifts on winds
blown across land, in from the sea
moats surrounding the castles of their imagination
as water surrounds our island
waves move on sand, over rock
cleansing the coastline
churning sand, shells and shingle
simmering, seething tides
they toss and tumble
depositing debris as it’s washed ashore
this line of litter demarcates high tide
creating a moat around the castle of our imagination
copyright © 2019 Karen Horsley
meg May 3
The ocean has lost its place in my heart.
It has blurred with the lines of I and myself.
I sit down on the gravel that touches my toes
The gravel wraps itself around my body and rises above my head.

The earth swallows me hole, this is what I have learned.
I like to think that a long heavy slumber will calm my thoughts
like the rapids, on a dry coast.
Desperate to move, but getting absorbed by the sand.
Not so beautiful, but more deranged.

The smallest places are the most beautiful.
I could walk for hours on a dry coast,
feeling the toes of water behind the heels of my feet
and find a large castle, but it wouldn’t be worth it.

The places that remind me of how small yet large the work is make me happy.
Most of these places can only be visited alone.
If you go with others, the purpose is lost.

To live for solitude is to live for freedom.
But to do something for someone else is beautiful.
You can either scream in a room letting the noise bounce off the walls.
You could tell others to stay silent for the sleeping baby.
A baby who can be cured of their inherent tiredness with slumber.
We may live for ourselves, but we try to help others.

Although we fall, we rise in everything.
The earth we rise in?
It leaves its worries at the shoreline and follows you.
It unties your toes from the tide, but then it leaves…
it watches you crawl through the sand in every sunset and comes back when the sun rises.

But at night, you are alone.
You lose your grip on the sand,
but the ocean is empty.
It waits for you to breathe.
Water forms with your every breath.
We all unite and fill the oceans as the sun fills the sky
You will remember the night
Some memories just stay with you like the salt in the sea.
They stick to your skin and you carry them.

When you empty your pockets at the shoreline
You question yourself “when did the ocean become so blue?
wrote about my fear; the sea
I am
limitless and
time in
a whale
that made
dale there
my cactus
so thistly
was my
home now
as I
roam my
intrigue to
New Hope
my senator
pardons me
a lamb
a community in southeastern  Pennsylvania
Jurtin Albine Nov 2018
I've got a confession

What's my lesson?

Marlin Brando
Off the coast

Who can boast?

The host

Steal the roast
And walk away
without even a ******* toast
amanda barlow Oct 2018
I thought about Norfolk and Norfolk folk,
And Norfolk bricks and the Norfolk coast,
I thought of winds in a hollow dune and waveless seas
Where the heat washed a breeze -
Into a summer fret!

Where hawking gulls who balance by
point towards straight roads at sunrise
Where the hillocks fall down to
The summer's edge

In the wash of the Gibraltar flats
Reflected fractions of a perfect sky
Form blue pools in the heated sand
The stuff of dreams
That Norfolk
in april my parents and i
went back to the
east coast, new england,
for a funeral.
my mother grew up there
and i was born there.

i hadn't seen the ocean in
11 years since we left.

i miss the waves
i miss the cool
sea breeze
the seagulls
the marinas
the houses on the water
the random shops
i miss everything
it's more of a home than
this house in the middle of
nowhere ever was.
Bryce Aug 2018
She and me
Kick our legs over the cliff
Watching the water pound in steep
Crests of mist,
Awash the quaking stone.

Drinking through the daze
Withering and coastal
Happy with every day
that drips
And growing older
Seeking the simple deaths of life.

And when we sang our songs to the flocks of gulls
And they called saline
Eating fishbones
Circling like biplanes
Above the coast
We wondered what wandrous
Raptors out ran the oilpan
And instead became this.

We eat our picnic meats
And settle down for a long daydream
Staring at the overcast blanket
Seeing streaks of Grey dispersed between
Warm and a little bit loved by the sea.

Me and she
There was no stopping
Her questions, flying hot lead at my
Dripping gall juice inside the spleen
Infected and hungry
Waiting to engorge our final meal
A bunch of microscopes in the petri
Dished out and left to drift
Amongst the lapping waves.

When those gulls flapped their lazy way
Heading down the coast
Searching for simple meals
And calling family in the sky
They wondered to god
about solitary
You and I
And just what was our deal?
Asiah Mangham Jul 2018
Lie with me as I feel the world on my shoulders
As I feel you in my mind and only in spirit
Lost between sea and land
We are coasting in paradise with the waves
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

undercover,broken neck,
‎Charlie horse here,
‎from your bones to your sweat,
‎they will all see fear
‎all and all,we all see,
‎all seeing eye your peers,
‎forbidden even for you eyes,two times
the surprise,
We all gotta live in this crule society,
Learning all its secrets like a hive,
can't be hiding bee,
Consuming so much dumb **** in this
world through memory,
But common sense is common sense,
Ain't no conspiracies,
Blind to the fact , when the,
Vultures starts attacking , and they,
Drive the beast up and down every coast.
Love to sway the weak and break the strong,
Time is on our side , we'll move on,
Watch your **** back cause they do the
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