#coastal - Hello Poetry

I am not my skin I am not my hair I am not my body I am my true blood Fox Wolf Crow Cat I am everything i used to be Now I am hurt Hurt for being hurt Judged Judged for dying My true blood is now trapped within But I Can Still Bleed.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC

Raining_Ashes

True blood

I am not my skin I am not my hair I am not my body I am my true blood Fox Wolf Crow Cat I am everything i used to be Now I am hurt Hurt for being hurt Judged Judged for dying My true blood is now trapped within But I Can Still Bleed.

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It's fall in Baywood, a lonely coastal town. Pine trees stand tall, wet from rainfall. A foghorn sounds through the docks as boats sail in, and birds scatter across the morose, filtered skyline— the surroundings dreading sundown. A car drifts down the winding coastline, restless waves beating against the bluffs. In the backseat, alone with herself, a girl—lost in reverie, soaked in ennui, ignoring the glances of her friends. Her arm stretched out the window, feeling the breeze pass by, daydreaming into helpless melancholy, overwhelming dread of what's to come.

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Dec 11, 2025

Dec 11, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC

notacoppola

Charly's Lament

It's fall in Baywood, a lonely coastal town. Pine trees stand tall, wet from rainfall. A foghorn sounds through the docks as boats sail in, and birds scatter across the morose, filtered skyline— the surroundings dreading sundown. A car drifts down the winding coastline, restless waves beating against the bluffs. In the backseat, alone with herself, a girl—lost in reverie, soaked in ennui, ignoring the glances of her friends. Her arm stretched out the window, feeling the breeze pass by, daydreaming into helpless melancholy, overwhelming dread of what's to come.

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Surging forward ,then drawing back Whispering,fizzing,ebb and flow Abruptly returning before you know White tipped army eager to charge Abuzz,bubbling,runaway,absorbate Skimming the sand,skulking and skittering Resting and retreating before next burst Boldness,beauty and wonder collide This is the turn of the sea tide

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May 4, 2020

May 4, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC

MHawley

Turn of the sea tide

Surging forward ,then drawing back Whispering,fizzing,ebb and flow Abruptly returning before you know White tipped army eager to charge Abuzz,bubbling,runaway,absorbate Skimming the sand,skulking and skittering Resting and retreating before next burst Boldness,beauty and wonder collide This is the turn of the sea tide

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When the skylarks would warble hover and sing at about a hundred feet, high on the wing, and we… on a heat clicking Sunday between Salt End and the sea, well we knew - just from the ozone, on the breeze that we’d be off …a shimmering heat haze convoy of old crocks, Bud, Margaret, Brian and me to Tunstall, a diminishing, mystical land of sun, sand, sea - and tumbling rocks. But it wasn’t just us…it was a cavalcade - motors galore. Uncles, Aunties, Cousins, Grans, Grandads and more in Austins, Morris’s, Vauxhalls and Fords, And a big old Rover wi’them wide running boards, a motor bike’n’sidecar with Maurice, Denise & our Val to wring the best from the day a’la Plage de Tunstall’… The beach crackled in the heat… if you walked too slow it’d burn your feet. and our Dads, our ‘civil engineers’, built a brick oven and in a giggling gaggle… Mums cooked a real Sunday dinner. Kids’d run back & forth to the sea and back buckets & spades, hacking big holes and shots in goal, cricket with fallen rocks for a wicket and, after pudding, burying drunken dads in the sand. Heavy, wet woolen cozzies, sand in groins, ...changing in turn, under a soaking wet, gritty towel.  “Don’t dry me with that, Ow! Buddy hell - watch my sunburn.” Then, all back in the cars, for our return into the sunset and driving away.  Chaffing sore shoulders.  Chuffing good day! - yeah…Parfait!!

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC

chrisslade

All Aboard the Skylark Convoy to Tunstall

When the skylarks would warble hover and sing at about a hundred feet, high on the wing, and we… on a heat clicking Sunday between Salt End and the sea, well we knew - just from the ozone, on the breeze that we’d be off …a shimmering heat haze convoy of old crocks, Bud, Margaret, Brian and me to Tunstall, a diminishing, mystical land of sun, sand, sea - and tumbling rocks. But it wasn’t just us…it was a cavalcade - motors galore. Uncles, Aunties, Cousins, Grans, Grandads and more in Austins, Morris’s, Vauxhalls and Fords, And a big old Rover wi’them wide running boards, a motor bike’n’sidecar with Maurice, Denise & our Val to wring the best from the day a’la Plage de Tunstall’… The beach crackled in the heat… if you walked too slow it’d burn your feet. and our Dads, our ‘civil engineers’, built a brick oven and in a giggling gaggle… Mums cooked a real Sunday dinner. Kids’d run back & forth to the sea and back buckets & spades, hacking big holes and shots in goal, cricket with fallen rocks for a wicket and, after pudding, burying drunken dads in the sand. Heavy, wet woolen cozzies, sand in groins, ...changing in turn, under a soaking wet, gritty towel.  “Don’t dry me with that, Ow! Buddy hell - watch my sunburn.” Then, all back in the cars, for our return into the sunset and driving away.  Chaffing sore shoulders.  Chuffing good day! - yeah…Parfait!!

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We all have heard the stories Of spirit ships and ghosts That sail upon the oceans And up along the coasts This tale is a whopper And I'll not forget the day So as God is my witness Listen now, to what I say We were sitting in the tavern Telling tales of days of old When the door, it burst right open And Bill came running from the cold His face as white as ever Like he just had seen a ghost When we told him that we thought this He said " I did, just up the coast" We laughed and ordered whiskey To warm us up inside "I did, by gum, I saw it" "I saw the Nell McBride" "There's no way that you saw that boat" "It's been sunk a hundred years" "A hundred sixty" said a voice As we tended to our beers "The Nell McBride was lost boys" "Late eighteen and fifty nine" "You didn't see her Billy" "She's sunk down in the brine" " I did" said Bill , "I saw her" "I was standing on up the beach" "She came out of the clouds there" "Aw, Bill... cut back on the screech" "I haven't had a drop today" "And you know, I don't tell lies" "I saw the Captain up on deck" "I looked right in his eyes' The wind was really howling We all huddled round the fire As far fetched as the story was Old Bill, he was no liar "The Nell McBride was lost at sea" "All 14 men were drowned" "The ship went to the bottom" "And no bodies were found" The barkeep chirped "We have ghosts here" "I have seen a few" "With all those lost at sea near here" "I believe in them, don't you?" We laughed at him and Billy Ghosts, nope, dead is dead Bill just sat there shaking He believed the words he'd said Now, me, I was a pup then Just a minnow if you please But, I sat and felt my hair rise up I'd not heard of ghosts like these "The last time the Nell McBride" "Was seen was in ought four" "Old Johnson, at the light house" "Said he saw that ship and more" "They proved Old Johnson crazy" "All alone out with the light" "Was just the moon a playing" "There was nothing there that night" Another man chimed in then "Old Johnson was no loon" "His diary says he say that ship" "'Twas no trick of the moon" "Okay then boys, tomorrow" "We'll meet here and head on out" "We'll see the ghost out sailing" "Or we'll see that she is now't" The wind was really whipping It was getting louder as they sat Nobody was heading home They were safer where they sat "Ghost ships sail the waters" "I believe to warn us still" "I believe The Nell is out there" "I believe in our boy Bill" "There's tales of ships and mermaids" "There's been sighting of great whales" "Their stories boy's just stories" "They ain't nothing more than tales" At this the wind was screaming Like a wail now or a scream My hair was up directly This could only be a dream "I remember when Mike Watson" "Said he saw that woman all in black" "Waiting on her rooftop" "For her husband to come back" "I remember that as well" said Bill "God, old Mike he loved to talk" "He saw her on the roof in black" "On the iron widows walk" So, tomorrow it was settled We would meet and hit the coast Watching for the Nell McBride Waiting for the ghost "Boys, we never made it" "We don't talk about that night" "See, Billy boy, he left us there" "And he disappeared from sight" "Turns out Billy Boyle" "Drowned early in the day" "Was it his ghost come calling" "It is not for us to say" "Bill Boyle washed ashore you see" "About two...yep he was dead" "So just was it that came to us" "And said the things he said" "There's ghosts out on the water" "Like the ghostly Nell McBride" "I swear and cross my heart now" "But, boys...you must decide"

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Mar 24, 2020

Mar 24, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC

roger-turner

A Ghost Story

We all have heard the stories Of spirit ships and ghosts That sail upon the oceans And up along the coasts This tale is a whopper And I'll not forget the day So as God is my witness Listen now, to what I say We were sitting in the tavern Telling tales of days of old When the door, it burst right open And Bill came running from the cold His face as white as ever Like he just had seen a ghost When we told him that we thought this He said " I did, just up the coast" We laughed and ordered whiskey To warm us up inside "I did, by gum, I saw it" "I saw the Nell McBride" "There's no way that you saw that boat" "It's been sunk a hundred years" "A hundred sixty" said a voice As we tended to our beers "The Nell McBride was lost boys" "Late eighteen and fifty nine" "You didn't see her Billy" "She's sunk down in the brine" " I did" said Bill , "I saw her" "I was standing on up the beach" "She came out of the clouds there" "Aw, Bill... cut back on the screech" "I haven't had a drop today" "And you know, I don't tell lies" "I saw the Captain up on deck" "I looked right in his eyes' The wind was really howling We all huddled round the fire As far fetched as the story was Old Bill, he was no liar "The Nell McBride was lost at sea" "All 14 men were drowned" "The ship went to the bottom" "And no bodies were found" The barkeep chirped "We have ghosts here" "I have seen a few" "With all those lost at sea near here" "I believe in them, don't you?" We laughed at him and Billy Ghosts, nope, dead is dead Bill just sat there shaking He believed the words he'd said Now, me, I was a pup then Just a minnow if you please But, I sat and felt my hair rise up I'd not heard of ghosts like these "The last time the Nell McBride" "Was seen was in ought four" "Old Johnson, at the light house" "Said he saw that ship and more" "They proved Old Johnson crazy" "All alone out with the light" "Was just the moon a playing" "There was nothing there that night" Another man chimed in then "Old Johnson was no loon" "His diary says he say that ship" "'Twas no trick of the moon" "Okay then boys, tomorrow" "We'll meet here and head on out" "We'll see the ghost out sailing" "Or we'll see that she is now't" The wind was really whipping It was getting louder as they sat Nobody was heading home They were safer where they sat "Ghost ships sail the waters" "I believe to warn us still" "I believe The Nell is out there" "I believe in our boy Bill" "There's tales of ships and mermaids" "There's been sighting of great whales" "Their stories boy's just stories" "They ain't nothing more than tales" At this the wind was screaming Like a wail now or a scream My hair was up directly This could only be a dream "I remember when Mike Watson" "Said he saw that woman all in black" "Waiting on her rooftop" "For her husband to come back" "I remember that as well" said Bill "God, old Mike he loved to talk" "He saw her on the roof in black" "On the iron widows walk" So, tomorrow it was settled We would meet and hit the coast Watching for the Nell McBride Waiting for the ghost "Boys, we never made it" "We don't talk about that night" "See, Billy boy, he left us there" "And he disappeared from sight" "Turns out Billy Boyle" "Drowned early in the day" "Was it his ghost come calling" "It is not for us to say" "Bill Boyle washed ashore you see" "About two...yep he was dead" "So just was it that came to us" "And said the things he said" "There's ghosts out on the water" "Like the ghostly Nell McBride" "I swear and cross my heart now" "But, boys...you must decide"

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starch light, wet wood leaves drip overhead I look out my window, morning sweeps up from underneath, pink light the mist over our fields, guides me to the coast hanging rows of laundry, gravel under bare feet the wind sighs through my sheets, and sings herself into me I keep changing my address- and fresh dew lights the way no concrete stairwells or cigarettes no tab on my path, just laying in the grass with a new book. with my quiet thoughts. I’m a girl in the woods, here to greet my big sea and touch the dirt with my heart I'm a girl inside my mind, and right beside my body I don’t need your city. I am free

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC

cupboardmummy

free

starch light, wet wood leaves drip overhead I look out my window, morning sweeps up from underneath, pink light the mist over our fields, guides me to the coast hanging rows of laundry, gravel under bare feet the wind sighs through my sheets, and sings herself into me I keep changing my address- and fresh dew lights the way no concrete stairwells or cigarettes no tab on my path, just laying in the grass with a new book. with my quiet thoughts. I’m a girl in the woods, here to greet my big sea and touch the dirt with my heart I'm a girl inside my mind, and right beside my body I don’t need your city. I am free

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since i was small, i wanted to live forever. every dawn is a hit of reality and i’m eager for another. and another. and another. i exhale, my cool breath hitting the air - flavored with desperation; is it so wrong to want more? i wilt, only slightly, thinking about the end. when i slouch in my chair, i feel my heart shift closer to the soil at my feet and i do not sink in the midst of the flood - i do not lose myself in the rainwater pooling at my ankles - i do not clench my eyes shut, fearing where i will go when i do i need this more than you, i swear. and when i feel the back of the chair digging into my spine or the quiet, creeping ache of age tugging on strands of my hair, i resist; i deny it the adrenaline of dawn’s kiss is my defense against the rot, but the night reminds me of being small with skinned knees and a medicated wish. i surrender, subject to the infestation of memory - yet, my oldest prayer continues to echo in every inch of this room: sempervirens, sempervirens (always green, always green)

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Jul 6, 2018

Jul 6, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC

embraceanna

Coastal Redwood

since i was small, i wanted to live forever. every dawn is a hit of reality and i’m eager for another. and another. and another. i exhale, my cool breath hitting the air - flavored with desperation; is it so wrong to want more? i wilt, only slightly, thinking about the end. when i slouch in my chair, i feel my heart shift closer to the soil at my feet and i do not sink in the midst of the flood - i do not lose myself in the rainwater pooling at my ankles - i do not clench my eyes shut, fearing where i will go when i do i need this more than you, i swear. and when i feel the back of the chair digging into my spine or the quiet, creeping ache of age tugging on strands of my hair, i resist; i deny it the adrenaline of dawn’s kiss is my defense against the rot, but the night reminds me of being small with skinned knees and a medicated wish. i surrender, subject to the infestation of memory - yet, my oldest prayer continues to echo in every inch of this room: sempervirens, sempervirens (always green, always green)

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I grew up by the seashore Never learning how to swim Saw sunrise turn to sunset As the lazy waves turned in Years of watching the horizon Spent changing with the tides The ocean breeze still pulled me home The deep blue still mystified

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC

licalykalaika

Shored

I grew up by the seashore Never learning how to swim Saw sunrise turn to sunset As the lazy waves turned in Years of watching the horizon Spent changing with the tides The ocean breeze still pulled me home The deep blue still mystified

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Eyes cracked open like the clam peeking out at sea; the morning beckons.

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Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC

morgan-moffitt

Cozy, Coastal Morning

Eyes cracked open like the clam peeking out at sea; the morning beckons.

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war is mellow is the deepest of lies nothing takes you away from the feelings inside men go to war it’s what they have to do a simple slip of paper with horrors brought too a senseless battle bringing death into the night just a couple of young guys with a newfound love of life we fight to bring peace and ease troubled minds a place so unfamiliar that we’ve come to reside the truth gets lost so tangled into the lies who the really enemy is is something the government hides sometimes it’s hard to miss home so much tranquilizers to take you away from death’s single touch a war inside the jungle with nowhere to hide quickly becomes a war inside our own minds

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May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC

evolutionxry

mellow

war is mellow is the deepest of lies nothing takes you away from the feelings inside men go to war it’s what they have to do a simple slip of paper with horrors brought too a senseless battle bringing death into the night just a couple of young guys with a newfound love of life we fight to bring peace and ease troubled minds a place so unfamiliar that we’ve come to reside the truth gets lost so tangled into the lies who the really enemy is is something the government hides sometimes it’s hard to miss home so much tranquilizers to take you away from death’s single touch a war inside the jungle with nowhere to hide quickly becomes a war inside our own minds

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