Shore Poems

Shore poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of shore poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on shore are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Crimson Shore

Crimson Shore short poem

I sail towards the melting horizon. The boat hugs a rock, yet only cracks. I don’t drown, but there is a frozen mass, Stone heavy, pulling me down; my heart. Worried, I dive and swim to the edge. I see

From The Sea Shore

From The Sea Shore short poem

From the sea shore, I picked an empty bottle No, I didn’t find the useless letter No, I didn’t find the note what I found was emptiness what I met with was just an empty space… From the sea shore

On This Shore Of Life

On This Shore Of Life short poem

Death will not wait. Locked in bruises, I want eternity. Stinking pubes, micro to zero-gravity. Kernel rises like a star. Touch was not real How far you will go? Earth was collapsing. My father was right, Don’t climb to the

Ocean And Shore

Ocean And Shore prose poem

I am an ocean of problems, With raging gulfs of anxiety, Thunderstorms of fears, Coral reefs of loneliness In me all the time, And in this turmoil I saw you as a shore, Calm and composed, A harbor for my

Standing On The Shore

Standing On The Shore short poem

Standing on the Shore, when something oozes… out of your heart’s core! Beautiful becomes your imagination, with the astounding creation! Fills the surrounding with real blithe, when that something… Get its liberation from a chrysalis sheath! Nothing at that juncture,

Neither On Sky, Nor On The Shore

Neither On Sky, Nor On The Shore short poem

Sailing in thr ocean of thought, I was left with naught. Sun in water was sinking, My eyes sparkled without blinking. I was in the ocean’s core, Miles away from the shore. A wave flowed me away, With them a

Dream shore

Dream shore short poem

I dream of holy land Where exists my dream with a friend She is all for me forever How can I miss even for second there? I knew about her miserable time I used to cry sometimes I was never

On A Sea Shore

On A Sea Shore short poem

Small ripples of the lagoon under azure sky… may be life is nothing but a mental satisfaction. How they touch my toes … how they wet my heel… life is so beautiful I can feel, I can feel… Some ends

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Without Qualms

Without Qualms short poem

He resumed walking with the sun propelled in river of fire of blunt red and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her, who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree. The vibrations still follow the echo of

A Kiss To Remember

A Kiss To Remember short poem

His eyes were brown with copper tints She searched in them for a hint Her fingers ran through his hair Across his face and cheeks fair Gently touching his loving lips Pinker than rose bud tips She loved his smile,

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Thirst Of Life

Thirst  Of Life short poem

Being in a wealthy family Being with healthy siblings Could not make my mind happy. A thirst for some thing else Burnt inside me as a fire. My desire grew day by day Nothing could prevent me From my burning

Soliloquy

Soliloquy prose poem

I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and

“Stranger, Why Should I Not Smile At You?”

“Stranger, Why Should I Not Smile At You?” long poem

Stranger, why should I not smile at you? Why should we be entrapped under false separations of race, color, caste, creed or any duality? Are not we beings cast in the image of God? Is not all – one! We

Existence

Existence short poem

I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A

Oysterbay

Oysterbay short poem

Taking me to OYSTERBAY, You entertain me every Saturday. There I saw the enchanting scenes, Grey sands with dying sunbeams. Tall poles of blue tube- lights, Beyond the vast ocean, Mirrors of water revealing their reflections. As if a glittering

Over Across

Over Across short poem

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,

Solo

Solo short poem

Alone he roams across skies, over coasts of gold that glint a steely silver as a crescent moon gleams near He hears the crash of waves on rocks that corrode and cry High rocks that formed before he was born

Echoing Emotions.

Echoing Emotions. short poem

The ocean of emotions, Are like the waves, Kissing the shore, With the tides returning, To bring back the feelings, Long lost and forgotten. Rolling like the waves, And dancing in sheer bliss, As they overlap the other, Rippling in

Answer His Call

Answer His Call long poem

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

Legacy

Legacy short poem

This dawn, the legacy of nights before, Breaks from horizons of the distant past, In land so faraway, on stranger shore, Now gone, but not mementos that still last; Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones, Nor citadels to champion

The Train Of Life

The Train Of Life short poem

The guard gave the signal there was a flutter of good byes the train started its journey of life racing on the railroads of dynamism, halting at stations… The station master managed the station of life well and the train

Come to me – ever new..

Come to me   ever new.. short poem

Come to me as though you were summoned, as though the colour of the evening sky, reminded you of lost love, as though the call of a crow, spoke to you about things inseparable, as though from the depths of

Ode to Neruda

Ode to Neruda ode

Ode to Pablo Neruda There are poets of the day, the sun, the stones, in whose words, the world is a caged bird, that has forgotten its wings. They repeatedly tell us facts that we just can’t refute. And there

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells sonnet poems

Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill, To gently praise your beauty of renown, My words to float aloft your gaze until, They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown. One single thought of you is all I need,

By The Fire

By The Fire short poem

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

Atlantic City, Not A Place

Atlantic City, Not A Place long poem

Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On

Today Is Not Today

Today Is Not Today short poem

The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,

On My Way

On My Way short poem

          On My Way May winds blow on my back And push my sails onward To shore where lies that shack With roses on its yard The home of Lady Love My angel from above While

Tell Them About Bob

Tell Them About Bob prose poem

Tell all of his descendants, and all others who will listen Tell them that once upon a time there was a man named Bob,and that this man had a dear wife named Carol. Tell them that Bob was a lover

The Smile at Sea

The Smile at Sea short poem

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

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Reality In Vision

Reality In Vision prose poem

I asked “what about the idea of togetherness”. Beloved replied “its vision’ I asked “what is progress of beauty”. Reply was “bashfulness” I urged “unveil thy face and expose thee to me” Refused beloved saying “Do not insist upon”. “Do

The Stormy Sea

The Stormy Sea short poem

The sea is stormy Like my mind, The tide of thoughts Ebbs and flows Just like the waves That lashes the shore. My thoughts are wild The sea is stormy Neither can be contained Within their periphery But have to

Between Us

Between Us long poem

Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch

Back in Tōhoku

Back in Tōhoku sonnet poems

The BBC Philharmonic played Nimrod, Enigma Variations, and explained this is for your loved ones, we remember: and the music was like a great, great wave. A musician said – looking on their faces, it was important to keep yourself

Unity!

Unity! short poem

your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to

Happiness

Happiness short poem

What is happiness? I could say that it’s you, but you are not here, yet I’m smiling. Maybe it’s the child whom I have kissed on his knee when he fell? But he’s gone, yet I feel on my lips

Losing Again

Losing Again short poem

If erupts again – the eternal hate of caucuses. A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley. Death glides as a superman like a mutiny in the bowl. Night stumbles against the kissing moon on the shore of waning hope. I

You’ll See

Youll See ballad

You’ll find her here alone, you’ll find her curled bruises shown. You’ll find that she is broken, words left unspoken, tears like crystal shards. You’ll find that she is insecure and fragile, sometimes hard to handle. You’ll find that she

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur long poem

I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation

A Few Steps Before The Storm

A Few Steps Before The Storm short poem

Bones of driftwood wind ornaments clatter leak sand onto the porch, years removed from the sea sky darkening since noon, wind coming in a variable rush quelling the waves while gulls knife across the Sound there’s a greening smell from

Another Morning

Another Morning long poem

There was a bright light again.. It’s a morning after a night rain! The petrichor was around that place.. No doubt,drops’re drying with all grace! Serene it was to feel the wet on leaf.. The dust pulled out with a

Tranquil Rivershore

Tranquil Rivershore short poem

Sitting on rocks, by river side, I envision your face, am tempted more, With scraps that flow, on sheet of river, I feel as am floating, and I endeavour, To quench your voice, and feel your heart, Looking to eternity,

In Ruins

In Ruins short poem

Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields

Sailor’s Hymn To A Friend

Sailors Hymn To A Friend ode

Eyes watery as the vista yonder, salt sting tears scouring this face. A month from shore and time to ponder how whalers live with Davy Jones’ grace. Inside pocket, oilskin pouch, old familiar, though faceless friend. Sanity’s saviour. Oh calabash

Deserter

Deserter short poem

… he crossed the border The great river bed with cold water whispering on the pebbles and the distant mountain, snow-capped, steep and hard to reach in black fatigues, no automatic weapon, good army boots, a polished buckle on his