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#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…
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Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
Cupid & Destiny
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
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
Oceans
(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.
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Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 11:19 PM UTC
the indigo night
foam signatures remained on the shoreline telling of wave flow
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Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
Haiku
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
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC
Wrecks
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
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC
Autumn Shoreline
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
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
shoreline
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.
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
NC
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...
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Siren of shoreline
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.|
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
St. Mary's County, Maryland
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.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
A Heartbeat Away From Happiness
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.
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*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.*
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Sleeping On Your Shoreline
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..
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
Within Our Shoreline
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
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
berm
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
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Gypsy on the Shoreline
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.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
A Self-Diagnosis