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Paul Jones Dec 2017
The wind moves through trees      and waves find a shore
but with my embrace,      I am missing yours.
21:45 - 09/12/17

State of mind: happy; sad; longing.
Perspective: natural; personal.

Thoughts: none.

Questions: none.
Richard Grahn Oct 2017
Wind driven waves break
On the shore they are making
Froth seeping through sand
Atlantis Oct 2017
Do you not notice the longing rush of the ocean
When it finally reaches the embrace of the shore?

Darling, I'm never the child of the sea
But it's easy for me to understand

For I too, find home when I run back to you
Sandoval Sep 2017
We were roses,
washed ashore.

Floating in an
endless universe.

Full of magic,
full of hope.

Carrying our
decaying beauty,

everywhere
we go..


*Sandoval
Brent Kincaid Sep 2017
I sit here and look at the sea
Just about a half mile from me.
This boy born next to Kansas
Never knew what an ocean was.

As soon as I saw it in front of me
I was moved by the peaceful sea
As wide as my eyes could see
And thought of the word ‘serenity’.

All my problems, worldly concerns
Were pieces of foolscap I could burn,
Multicolor ashes I would soon learn
Would blow away in own their turn.

So here am I now, moved away
From the world of my young day,
Nearer to the end as they way.
This is where I choose to stay.

It took decades from now to then
To live by the sea, beach and wind.
I feel grateful for the world I’m in.
An amazing place for my tale to end.

So, I’m going to stay right here,
In this very comfortable year,
Without worry or the old fears.
Gazing at the sea, it’s right here.

This boy born next to Kansas
Never knew what an ocean was.
I sit here and look at the sea
Just about a half mile from me.
Aarushi Vijay Sep 2017
You are the lighthouse
on the shore of my heart,
Spreading your rays
into the walls of my art.

Rising up, streaming down,
crashing into your arm.
Mesmerized by your smile,
lost in your charm.

As the long day ends
and I ring the kaleidoscope reef,
You provide me the best relief.

You are the comfort to
my storm-tossed soul,
Just like the rim to my kohl.

Your long, stretched, warm
arms invite me into you,
The only thing that has
been pulling me through.

The happiness you get
when you make me smile,
Oh boy, I still want to stare
at your face for a long while.

The days when your so shining
bright light goes a bit off,
My heart will be your
penultimate quaff.

You are the lighthouse
on the shore of my heart,
Spreading your rays,
into the walls of my art.
Mudassir PZ Sep 2017
And so she stood there waiting by the shore
Her feet settled into the warm white sand
The sun set her winsome beauty on fire
For hours, until it couldn’t anymore

Dismal sky, beset by clouds, turned blue
For they took no notice of her at all
Those greyed with benevolence did cry
Not every passing ones, just a few

Nothing weighed down her heart
Years of waiting, drawn-out as the horizon
Instilled hope that brimmed the sea
Eyes affixed, her hands held an apple ****

At night, the cold moon would not pry
When she looked out from her window,
Who she longs for so much nor
Did the stars cared to ask her why

A promise brought her this endless chore
Which she took on unwavering
For she lived countless eternities and
With love, she will live countless more

Weary feet drowned into the white sand,
She stands there waiting by the shore
To wake the sun up for another day
With His favorite **** in her hand
Aeddan Sep 2017
I lay awake all night, scraping the skin of my temples like a copper coin on a lottery card.
I'm lost, but so afraid of being lost that I distance myself even further.

It's like being afraid of the ocean and trying to escape it by rowing further from the shore.
The sand is my home, and I long for it so much that I cower infront of it.

A love so powerful that my flesh and bone can't possibly contain it.
I show no signs of life like I once did, but honestly did I ever display such signs?
My past seems like a bright and beautiful memory, but really it's a mirage of what I'd hoped for.

I shouldn't have ever tried to escape.
I'm hiding from the sky's amber glow by scampering below deck; into the darkness - the wooden floors, drenched ceilings and empty cabins.

This is not what I know, I don't understand, it came down from the clouds to fetch it's old plaything.

Your insanity is my own.
I can't escape you.
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