Beach Poems

I wished once to be a mountain Rivers flowing by my side My feet resting where waters drain Seawards, and there to meet the tide Then, wished I to be that river Meandering on course diverse Heading to sea till

By the sea side On the beach With feet immersed in sand And washed now and then by the waves I stood watching the varying hues In the western sky. Amidst all the squeals of laughter, fun and chaos, there

Only a few minutes walk from my place it is, the view alone is worth a long look. Known to our locals as Hang Gliders Hill, and I tell you here, right now; you will get your thrills. Is sunrise

Hey children ! How happy you are Playing on the beach In pure merriment Leaving aside all past regrets And worries of tomorrows to come Artfully you build these castles in sand With utmost skill and care Decorating them with

Flowers growing on the beach Some flowers are peachy pears Some are long and slim and sleek I swear I love every colour there Especially with long blonde hair The waves are gently lapping at their feet One two three

Venus-like from the ocean she rose Forcing a gasp from all those Who the seashore did frequent And their heart beat soaring sent. Liquid pools of blue were her eyes, A glance brought forth volcanic sighs, From the old and

The beach stares at the sea.. But what does he really wait for?.. The waves The sea keeps throwing waves at the beach. The beach loves the waves.. Everytime a new wave arrives,she plays with the beach..titilates his sand particles..

Sweetheart… You were to meet me by the beach… At sunset I waited… And waited… To while time… In your thoughts, I sketched on the golden sand… Your portrait… And waited looking at the smiling lips etched on sand.. But…

Golden sand, sun-drenched by day Moonlit by night Soft and warm, her cheeks against mine Barefoot we walk, hand in hand A Picasso, our footprints in the sand Disappear with each incoming tide A salty mist from the sea breeze

I’m not quite sure of where I should start, but you must know you are on my mind, Even though a few years have now gone by, wonderful memories still burn bright. Peaceful long walks along your beach or, an

It’s around mid-Spring, the sunshine’s out But there’s still a tinge of winter wind. And once again, we’re standing On a little cove beach, looking out At the powder-blue, mid-Spring ocean. But why? My sister’s running around, Collecting shells and

I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held

Their fingers gently interlocking, each clasped the other’s hand. In silence whilst they slowly walked, on the soft, warm, evening sand. Just an occasional inquiring glance, into the other’s eyes. Spirits in a romantic waltz, such depth of feeling a

Here and now is the moment to become the tide and time in life over run in moments we are set as a sand in hand sifting in the wetness of a land crumbling sand As drifting minutes bear no

Days when the wind blows so cold It tears at my bitter soul I think about that song, A summer place and wanna close my eyes and picture you and me on that beach I remember sitting on a blanket

My love is fire, full of light Which makes surroundings bright Whenever she comes in sight My heart pounces with delight I have made her fortune and fate My life starts with that date When counters her graceful gait Soul

The wind blows, but I feel not the breeze The moon and stars on parade above Have lost their glow and magic The campfire crackles with its wavering flames But I feel not its warmth Friends singing, a blur of

When depression laugh in my ears Pain and suffering awaits me I take a walk along the sandy beach The purple brightness at the horizon which appears when the sun takes a deep dip in the sea make my mind

You charm me It’s all about the tricks you play Tickling my feet Splashing my hair I laugh You whisper We dance You mesmerize me How you never stop your little game, Six hours here Six hours there Back and

Sensuous touch of sea Waves whispering to me Enfold me in its close embrace Stirring my soul With eternal joy. Every grain of sand Tells a story As the voice of sea Speaks to my soul Of passions in life.

don’t go there don’t speak to that man, come back return. today you are like sea waves, lashing on the beach, today your heart is full of sand……….. afternoon’s red sun, a word……….au revoir…… it comes to mind night’s silence,

She waited it out as time passed by, looking at the world from the corner of her eye. They came and went like a passing tide, as she stood there silently by the side. Another rippled by her feet as

Leaves blown asunder Like images from a dream. Rushing to journeys end In life’s endless stream. Undercurrents swirling Dark as a cloudy day Smooth as silk above Warmed by the morning ray. There comes a meander, a bend In life’s

Why can’t I find them, the words? I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

She sits in her room wondering where did time go? It seemed to her things use to go slow. She was once again eighteen and had the world to explore. Now she walks on this sandy shore. She looks out

You have been my greatest friend, Yet always hard to control. I seek you out often and you always heed my call. I can be with you even when everyone is around. When we are together I can mute out

Why can’t I find them, the words, I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

I now see sadness on the pristine sand, In faded footprints, you have failed to make, More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, Before their fate, that only sands could take: To be the dunes, where dwell

Happy faces Tender and calm, Seeking knowledge Without an alarm. A guiding light In the teacher they see, Journeying with them Is a human being! I want to give, what I could not get, Breaking the barriers that have been

I don’t need a jerk, Or a drive in a Merc! All I need is a cup of tea in the pouring rain, A few jokes to entertain, A hearty conversation to gain, But alas, my requests are taken in

skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the

I thought we were meant for each other You and me and no other. You promised to be there always And yet we finally parted our ways You said ‘I love you & will always do’, ‘And even when my

I like watching those tiny tots at the beach. It’s kind of listening to the ballads. Like the slow build up when someone strums up, They come, holding on to the li’l finger of Parents or rather these days Mostly,

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

We escaped to the north shore of the California coast. Drove through the gates and said hello to the host. Slept by the sea and reclined in it’s embrace. Overwhelming enchanting breezes in our secret place. Viewed the ocean’s expanse

Against the wind A raging sea Crashes splashes Wild and free The blazing sun Rays beat down Casting glares Absent of sound A wooden board Barely afloat Teeter totters Upon the waters A plunging sky Our alibi My fair weather

In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to

When you think you have beauty in your life and it is taken When you think a world is born of your own mind’s eye; creation When lies are the commonest words spoken without deprecation When the dark nights become

The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe

As I lay in my sleepy bed With your poetic words flowing through my head Wooed by a prince I felt a queen As I sank into a sea of dreams And tho’ consummed by a fathomless flood I awoke

Jesus give me the power within? I want to be as strong as I can? Jesus I know I was put here for a reason? Tell me has it become my season? The season to stand out. The season to

I watched her as she swam across the lagoon And her smile much brighter than the moon. The clam breeze in the air whispered gently, As if a marching band played a loving tune. I was quickly invited into the

Through oceans of tears comes the Smile on the face, The Smile that struggles to find its place, The Smile that masquerades the hurt and pain, A strong pretense, that never goes in vain. A wave of nostalgia begins to

This is my life, and I am watching the sky sitting on in this earth beside a lake, with a vacant mood; I think it’s the best time to feel the blessedness of this earth. A busy one can’t have

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the