#shoreline
I should have sent my love letters to Cupid
And ask Destiny for the right time.
Yet stubborn as I am, I remain still…
Some loves are too shallow for me to dive into
So, I remain in the shoreline,
always testing the waters…
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
The wave of the Oceans
as they crash into the rocks
With a powerful driven force
near the Ocean sea docks
The waves driving force that is
Driven by strong winds and
The Water waves rolling in and
out to sea again
As you sit or even stand
along the shoreline to explore,
discovering seaweed, starfish and seashells, along the wet sandy shores
On the beach you see a crab
as it crawls along the sand,
as you begin to enjoy the
shoreline while holding
sand in your hands
The Clashing tides of the high seas
are Traveling fast at top speed
as to a strong tsunami
Slowly rising up to your knees
A wonderful feeling to go
and explore the Oceans so deep
Along the shoreline to explore
The Oceans deepest peak
B.R.
Date: 1/14/2024
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
(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 a highway to the sky.
Tomorrow's deadlines fade, in the face of infinities.
The harbor is quiet, like a restless animal that's sleeping.
No skiffs tack for the harbor's mouth, no fishermen juggle lines.
The sea is a jagged, broken and twinkling mirror for the stars.
A thousand thousand dreams will be launched, this deep indigo tonight,
some will store, in memory's hold, others will be lost, like shipwrecks.
No line divides where sky and water fold, where endless deeps meet.
Time's arrow seems stilled by the cold and the gentle darkness.
But dawn will come, soon enough, and with that blush, cares ignite,
duties' call, and the stars will hide their light in greater glares.
For now, we'll walk the shore-line, our small voices like seagull calls,
enjoying celestial light, and the indigo night, out beyond all earthly cares.
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 11:19 PM UTC
foam signatures
remained on the shoreline
telling of wave flow
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
out on the mudflats
washed up by an angry sea
a shell remains
parched by the sun
a little bright paint
to remind whoever bothers to look
of the colour they once had
hauntingly beautiful shapes at dusk
ghosts with shrouded faces
Silt
there to block the estuary
a danger to shipping
of no use to anyone
but foolish romantics who see
the glory days gone by
a little sense of history, reverence
to the way things used to be
when they're gone
another age will discard the waste
of lonely forgotten souls on the shoreline
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC
My heart sinks slowly
In sand and saltwater
Not washed away
But picked at slowly
By this watery grave
And with every crashing moment hence
I feel the immense pull of the earth
Reaching down I feel
The fall of memories
Rushing over me in waves
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC
his oceans are calling me home,
the green grasses no longer it for me
a stranger in a land unknown,
the blue waters are where i was meant to be
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Thirsty waters,
lapping at the shoreline.
on those salty beaches,
of my sweet, sweet, Caroline.
The melting horizon,
pools in the bay.
From the grey clouds of storm,
sending down their rain.
Wet and heavy clothes,
stick against our skin.
But feet, light and merry,
running in the sand.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
A myriad of azure and sapphire,
sweeping over the bronze shoreline.
Siren's music to beholder's ears.
Mellow mellifluous sea breath,
twirling with the salty summery breeze,
whisking her to Eden...
Gurging wee white waves,
sliding and splashing onto toes,
alluring her to soak in the sea.
Gliding in the calm waters,
her hands building wonders...
Clam for panes,
seashells adorning the bay doors,
moat of seaweeds...
Enchantress's own castle,
born of moist sand,
along the sun-kissed ocean,
The sire of shoreline...
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
I wish I could make you feel all I smell and see
When the sun shines through the tall grass in a Southern Maryland breeze
When field flies hover in the golden, fading sunset, suspended in their wandering
When crickets and croakers sing their evening songs, humming along to the universal sound
When twilight fades to startlight where city lights fade to black
When love is planted and pruned in rolling rows of farmland
When new seeds sprout of a life worth falling and staying in love with
When the pages of history are not simply learned, but lived
When a small boat's sail first fully fills with a westward wind and leaves the dock in it's wake
When children come in from play to mothers and fathers, smelling sweet of sweat and sunshine
When sand, soil, shells, and stones pave paths for the bold and barefoot
When brackish water breezes stick to skin like kisses and tans and waves on the shoreline
When Spring fades into Summer, and early May silently yet steadily stretches in her seasonal tension of the in-between
I wish I could make you feel this.
|b.g.|
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
The sun shines through the thick canopies of tall trees,
While the autumn breeze rustles the leaves making you feel at ease.
As the honeybees buzz by your ears,
And the crickets chirp without responsibility,
All in perfect harmony with the calming birdsong
All happily singing along creating a melody often mistaken for stridency.
Long blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze dancing to the rhythm beautifully. Climb the tallest willow tree and look out towards the swirling sea,
And admire the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline
No matter how many times its sent away.
The enchanting ocean with the blue sky above
Adorn by the soft luminous clouds
Which can only be seen through the eyes of a dreamer
The clouds are to the sky as creamer is to coffee watch it flow,
Doesn’t it make you feel happy?
The way they are perfectly imperfect, intertwining together.
Just like the trees,
Which can be bent in several ways yet still look better than any architectural design. The grass is never leveled
No tree is like the next, this one withering, and this one growing.
No two hills are identical
Yet every atom is a miracle,
Every creature irremovable, exceptional.
Each helping in their own way completing this cycle we call life.
Amidst all this chaos lies its beauty yet customarily dismissed.
With realizing that Nature is enticing and mesmerizing,
With realizing that beauty surrounds us.
By keeping our hearts free from hate and our mind of worry.
By living simply and scattering sunshine.
Happiness will only be a heartbeat away.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
*Woven within your
embodiment
of tenderness.
I swim slowly
in the waters
of your aphrodisia.
And after I slumbered
on the beach of
your clasping arms.
Sleeping on the waves
of your beating heart
I find peace, within you.*
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Syllables collect like vacant shells
on a shore of nonconformity.
Willing the thoughts now washing up
to be converged vividly.
We gaze at many horizons,
collecting upon us, are we to be
washed away...
Or will our reflections be that
which we swim within,
be that which we heed in word..
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
i hear your screams
and unsung songs
above the flying tide
and in the foam
frothing free
you'll feel my earthly touch
dont push away
from the shore
with hands of grassy sand
reach out to me
with shades of blue
and striping dissonance
and when they mix
to form anew
place alone in time
you'll wonder where
the colors went and
how we learned to fly
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
Maybe it will be nice
To cross my legs and sit at the water's edge
Breathe in... Breathe out
Let the water surrounded me
Surrender myself to the rising tide
And let all the thoughts I have of you
All the feelings swirling in my heart
Wash away in the force of the ocean
Every sea creature mourn with me
And my ghost seen on the full moon
Legendary broken heart foretold
For all generations
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
I want to throw a tantrum.
Scream and shout
And kick things that don't need to be kicked.
The bones of my knuckles and hips poke out
A little m o r e
Than they did before.
My finger rings and hip-hugging jeans slip,
Not quite fitting the same way they had.
My skeleton creeping its way ever so slightly
Closer to the surface
Like it wants to get out
And r u n to h e r.
Self-diagnosis: Lovesick.
Before, we were a storybook fairytale
But now our make-believe has something to latch onto.
Like a parasite.
More real
And more torturous
Than the existence of my past self.
I can't crave food the same way I can crave her touch.
My stomach shipwreck still feels the memories
Like they were yesterday's meal.
Has it really been a month?
My emotions ebb and flow
Along the shoreline of my consciousness.
Lovesickness courses through my veins
And through the vessel in my chest
Until I fall into a slumber
And in my dreams I have her once again
If only for a moment.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC