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Ultraviolent Dec 2020
The waves kissed the shore again & again & again
The waves kissed the shore again & again & again
The waves kissed the shore every second or so
to remind her how much she is loved
just like a mother to her soft, sweet warm hearted baby
kissing you head to toe like the waves.

Autumn Sep 2020
silent sky
emptied roars...
messed up mind
swinging moods
longing heart...
waves brushing my feet...
took my seat...
had a sudden pause realized...
the one that stroke my mind was nothing
but YOU
Tom Atkins Aug 2020
Sand. Seagrass. Wind.
You are fed.
Solitude for breakfast.
I am constantly taking pictures. It is rare you see me without my camera. I use many of them in my poetry blog. This poem for instance, has a wide expanse of dunes and seagrass from Cape Cod at it's header.

People constantly ask me “Why do you take so many pictures?”

Because they help me remember.  

Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2020
Upon this shore my unsure feet stand
Slowly sinking into soft sand
Seashells shine as they catch sunlight
And drifted wood is washed all but white

Seagulls swoop from skies and soar
Birds and prey at a natural war
The sunrise glow fades
Air grows hot
In warm display beach is caught

Illuminates the sea below
From surface to undertow
A gentle ocean breeze waltzes by
As if the water breathes with a sigh

Enhancing sunbeams that darken my skin
Tranquility I am soaking in
This morning view so peaceful and bright
Where all is well within my sight

How many summer days remaining to waste?
When snow arrives I'll miss the taste
Of saltwater bitter on my tongue
The cool sensation filling my lungs

Upon this shore I memorize
The horizon distant from my eyes
The light outside fights the darkness within
And my cares float out as the tide rolls in
And I'm just trying to surf the waves
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
The Seashore Gathering
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

On the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.
The infinite sky is motionless, the restless waters boisterous.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children gather to dance with joyous cries and pirouettes.
They build sand castles and play with hollow shells.
They weave boats out of withered leaves and laughingly float them out over the vast deep.
Earth's children play gaily on the seashores of endless worlds.
They do not know, yet, how to cast nets or swim.
Divers fish for pearls and merchants sail their ships, while earth's children skip, gather pebbles and scatter them again.
They are unaware of hidden treasures, nor do they know how to cast nets, yet.
The sea surges with laughter, smiling palely on the seashore.
Death-dealing waves sing the children meaningless songs, like a mother lullabying her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with the children, smiling palely on the seashore.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children meet.
Tempests roam pathless skies, ships lie wrecked in uncharted waters, death wanders abroad, and still the children play.
On the seashores of endless worlds there is a great gathering of earth's children.

Originally published by The Chained Muse. My translation is based on an untitled text in Bangla (Bengali) first published in 1912 and known as "60" due to its numerical placement. Tagore made history by becoming the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize for Literature the following year. Keywords/Tags: seashore, gathering, children, sky, sea, water, dance, sand castles, shells, boats, play, nets, swim, fish, pearls, ships, waves, songs, mother, lullaby, baby, cradle, tempests, death
jack cariad leon Feb 2020
she ceased
seaside shell sales
seeing as she suffered
several severe seizures
sitting supposedly safely
by the seashore
inspired by a lyric in the pagan babies (band courtney love was in) song best sunday dress - "No more seizures by the sea"
Jazeera Feb 2020
And we went
to the sea shore...
Far away from
all the bustling little town
I collected all the seashells
While she collected
the perfect ones...
We then filled our bags
with a bunch of seashells
But what I collected
the most was
a bunch of memories.....
A beautiful day to remember...
TS Ray Oct 2019
When your mind is racing like a horse,
You bet on it to go faster,
To places where no man has ever gone before,
Maybe to the prairies and more, and
When there is nothing much left to explore,
You stop to think about it some more, and
You realize just talking to her on the seashore,
You don't need nothing more than her loving encore,
As her charm alone is enough to re-explore
Anamika megan Jun 2019
The sun sets and darkness restores,
Sitting by sea shore its beauty I adore.
For the starry sky and cosmos' gold dust,
Pure and ardent love of ocean I behold.
With red wine and nebula birthing stars,
Here I sit to solace the sorrow of dying shooting stars.
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