"cabanas" poems - Hello Poetry

Palm trees sway in the breeze as waves crash on the beach. The sun sets low over the horizon as the boat gently rocks just off of the shore. Paradise to some an escape to others. Cabanas are decked with blinking lights as people dance to the sound of the steel drum and the Mandolin. Coconut drinks are mixed with local spirits to bring good cheer. Dark and White *** are the mixers of choice as fish bake on open coals and ***** boil in a *** Gifts are exchanged by the light of Tike torches and bon fires. The moon rises over the ocean and a starry sky is beset like jewels in the night. All is at peace with a tropical Christmas .

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC

james-m-vines89

A Tropical Christmas

Palm trees sway in the breeze as waves crash on the beach. The sun sets low over the horizon as the boat gently rocks just off of the shore. Paradise to some an escape to others. Cabanas are decked with blinking lights as people dance to the sound of the steel drum and the Mandolin. Coconut drinks are mixed with local spirits to bring good cheer. Dark and White *** are the mixers of choice as fish bake on open coals and ***** boil in a *** Gifts are exchanged by the light of Tike torches and bon fires. The moon rises over the ocean and a starry sky is beset like jewels in the night. All is at peace with a tropical Christmas .

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slip hips and lips add lust pour out of veins mingle with philosophical brains and made up stories greed turns to feeding the needy and indeedy there are many who need but what do those simple words say to you? are these but spells knocking on the doors of heavens oh so , bells profound are the notes that escape the woodland forest at noon typewriter quickslips and merry go round fish lips rooftop jelly bean highs chinese restaurants on the sly , back ally vibes pools and sala's dancing in cabanas by rivers soft meander dreams how sweet dreams left in invisible seams i an atom i an atom i an atom i , many atoms i , atoms many i , light bearer plenty. need a fix, i got the goods hips, lips ,lust misunderstood. hips, lips, kisses and midnight snacks.

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC

Fah

many many moons today

slip hips and lips add lust pour out of veins mingle with philosophical brains and made up stories greed turns to feeding the needy and indeedy there are many who need but what do those simple words say to you? are these but spells knocking on the doors of heavens oh so , bells profound are the notes that escape the woodland forest at noon typewriter quickslips and merry go round fish lips rooftop jelly bean highs chinese restaurants on the sly , back ally vibes pools and sala's dancing in cabanas by rivers soft meander dreams how sweet dreams left in invisible seams i an atom i an atom i an atom i , many atoms i , atoms many i , light bearer plenty. need a fix, i got the goods hips, lips ,lust misunderstood. hips, lips, kisses and midnight snacks.

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(a poem in several Haiku and Senryu stanzas) The molten gold sun on cerulean canvas breeze borne cirrus clouds flawless days stretching like sun-kissed bodies - crisp white linen cabanas lips roughly sore from innumerable kisses we shimmer white hot. Lulling rhythmic waves - heaven's extravagant taste - on leisure sculpt days masterpiece pleasures, love’s instigative brushstrokes, paint compelling joy . . songs for this: Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse Heat Wave by Linda Ronstadt Viva La Vida by Coldplay

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May 24, 2024

May 24, 2024 at 10:32 PM UTC

anaisvionet

baigné de soleil (bathed in sun)

(a poem in several Haiku and Senryu stanzas) The molten gold sun on cerulean canvas breeze borne cirrus clouds flawless days stretching like sun-kissed bodies - crisp white linen cabanas lips roughly sore from innumerable kisses we shimmer white hot. Lulling rhythmic waves - heaven's extravagant taste - on leisure sculpt days masterpiece pleasures, love’s instigative brushstrokes, paint compelling joy . . songs for this: Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse Heat Wave by Linda Ronstadt Viva La Vida by Coldplay

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história amargas mentiras retorcidas melancolia luas e sóis esperanças lágrimas porque me rio? podes atirar-me palavras podes subjugar-me com os olhos podes matar-me de ódio é a minha sensualidade que te incomoda? cabanas de vergonha sobre um oceano ***** deslizam na maré deixo para trás a noite o terror levanto-me neste maravilhoso amanhecer no declínio dos meus ancestrais elevam-se as esperanças do escravo e sonho e parto

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC

ruiserra

Parto

história amargas mentiras retorcidas melancolia luas e sóis esperanças lágrimas porque me rio? podes atirar-me palavras podes subjugar-me com os olhos podes matar-me de ódio é a minha sensualidade que te incomoda? cabanas de vergonha sobre um oceano ***** deslizam na maré deixo para trás a noite o terror levanto-me neste maravilhoso amanhecer no declínio dos meus ancestrais elevam-se as esperanças do escravo e sonho e parto

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Life is a Bi-ach Not a beach Bring your mi-ti Don't preach Sing a song Dream of Billabong Corona and cabanas Life is bananas

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC

Bitboy

TIRADE

Life is a Bi-ach Not a beach Bring your mi-ti Don't preach Sing a song Dream of Billabong Corona and cabanas Life is bananas

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The evening stars were gone, replaced by a spreading, ominous purple bruise of cloud. When the wind rose, in sudden violent crisscrossing gusts, everything went into motion. White cabanas shook, like staked swans flapping to fly, lavender bushes thrashed their thorny arms as if in panic, umbrella pines creaked and writhed like tethered balloons. Lightning lit the winding, stony stairs, like ornamental neon lights, as we’d run up the path from the beach. Shockwaves of thunder accompanied the flashes - there was no lag - the storm was there and upon us. We were laughing and screaming, like children chased through a dark Halloween funhouse. The first, fat drops of rain popped behind us, like a giant’s, arrhythmic, snapping fingers. As we reached the open, French, louvered doors, that led from our suite down to the shoreline, we body-slammed them against the tempest. And braced them fully closed with our backs, as if to vilify the natural courses of wind and rain with an animal will to break in. The lashing monsoon heralded our urgent, stormy union. We were like the storm - insistent, wild and untamed. All was revealed in that flashing, tempestuous darkness as need, euphoria and lightning lit the naked night . . A song for this: Walk Between Raindrops by Donald Fagen Hurricane Waters by Citizen Cope

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Sep 7, 2024

Sep 7, 2024 at 9:58 AM UTC

anaisvionet

a tempest for the almanac

The evening stars were gone, replaced by a spreading, ominous purple bruise of cloud. When the wind rose, in sudden violent crisscrossing gusts, everything went into motion. White cabanas shook, like staked swans flapping to fly, lavender bushes thrashed their thorny arms as if in panic, umbrella pines creaked and writhed like tethered balloons. Lightning lit the winding, stony stairs, like ornamental neon lights, as we’d run up the path from the beach. Shockwaves of thunder accompanied the flashes - there was no lag - the storm was there and upon us. We were laughing and screaming, like children chased through a dark Halloween funhouse. The first, fat drops of rain popped behind us, like a giant’s, arrhythmic, snapping fingers. As we reached the open, French, louvered doors, that led from our suite down to the shoreline, we body-slammed them against the tempest. And braced them fully closed with our backs, as if to vilify the natural courses of wind and rain with an animal will to break in. The lashing monsoon heralded our urgent, stormy union. We were like the storm - insistent, wild and untamed. All was revealed in that flashing, tempestuous darkness as need, euphoria and lightning lit the naked night . . A song for this: Walk Between Raindrops by Donald Fagen Hurricane Waters by Citizen Cope

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*The mid-summer heat seared the sand like fire. She walked by me stopping at my Cabanas shade. May I she asked? So young lithe and beautiful. Of course I say but the breaking waves and sea breeze whisper Danger......Danger...Danger Beware …Beware …Beware. I have not yet tasted the pleasures of a woman. Can this be the time? The time for me. My racing heart whispers quietly.... softly hush hush ...be still. The salty sea breezes are whispering Let it be… it’s your time …Let it be. Later I writhed under her. Between heaven and the sand. My hand holding hers As she led me through the door of manhood. My boyhood left me draining into her as I cried out in its irrecoverable loss. The waves rolled relentlessly breaking on the shore. Undulating to her rhythm I feel her soft gentle gifts aching inside my body is this it .......is this it? My soul asks Then the roar of the crashing waves on the rocky shore. The tender moment As close as two humans can be. Emotions older than time itself. I hold her as a woman and lover. She rises from me almost shyly and says Thank you. A seabird cries above Don’t leave , Don’t Leave. But her footprints are washing away in the foam. Just her indelible memory remains Imprinted forever like a tattoo on my young heart.*

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Aug 26, 2015

Aug 26, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC

jude-kyrie

Rites of Passage

*The mid-summer heat seared the sand like fire. She walked by me stopping at my Cabanas shade. May I she asked? So young lithe and beautiful. Of course I say but the breaking waves and sea breeze whisper Danger......Danger...Danger Beware …Beware …Beware. I have not yet tasted the pleasures of a woman. Can this be the time? The time for me. My racing heart whispers quietly.... softly hush hush ...be still. The salty sea breezes are whispering Let it be… it’s your time …Let it be. Later I writhed under her. Between heaven and the sand. My hand holding hers As she led me through the door of manhood. My boyhood left me draining into her as I cried out in its irrecoverable loss. The waves rolled relentlessly breaking on the shore. Undulating to her rhythm I feel her soft gentle gifts aching inside my body is this it .......is this it? My soul asks Then the roar of the crashing waves on the rocky shore. The tender moment As close as two humans can be. Emotions older than time itself. I hold her as a woman and lover. She rises from me almost shyly and says Thank you. A seabird cries above Don’t leave , Don’t Leave. But her footprints are washing away in the foam. Just her indelible memory remains Imprinted forever like a tattoo on my young heart.*

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