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Finalmente en la tierra que yo conozco.
Finalmente encuentro arena entre mis dedos,
La espuma me lava, me limpia, me quita las lágrimas.
I wander back to the shore.
An overwhelming ray touches my skin,
it’s intense but kind, like a stern parent.
Warm sand prickles my toes,
your flow guides mine
light thin as we move
through the ‘tow our Bodies entwined
only speaking in splashes
the monsters of the deep
Querida, eu acordo nesta linda manhã de abril
Tão forte quanto um leão cativo, mas apenas uma coisa
Que me preocupa: você está longe de mim e da minha ilha
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach.My hardened soles resist the heat.Sunglasses shielding my eyes.White cotton ball clouds glide.Along deep blue skies.But I’m blue too.
beach life by the seaearly morning getaway~ castles in the sand....Mark Toney © 2021.5/15/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Drawn to the edge of the waterin concert with the moontides ebbing, flowing,tasting, smelling,feeling, hearing,waves of the seacrashing, salty, wet,transporting me—Inner peace.
I think the reason so many lovers get married on the beach
Is because it’s the one place
The only public place
Where marriage is all around you,
Where the ocean marries the shore
I was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion,The ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in my speculation,
Expressing on paper has always been easier for me,as my conversations are with the sea.for i ascertain some of life’s secrets never hearing a wordwhile the waves caress and love me.
i've heard that the person you love is the one you think about while standing by the ocean.
i haven't been to the beach in awhile,
but every daily task of mine is accompanied by daydreams of you.
Colors take me away
Sweep me up in a flourish of pigment
A swarm of hues and shades
Come to rest within my head
The colors take me away
Consumed in a rush
Under the glow of flickering neon
You taste the salt laced in the air,
The waves sweep in and snatch your cares.
They’re tossed with the surf and drift out to sea,
And leave you happy simply to be.
The surf is my home, the coral my bed,
I fall. I crash into oblivion. I let the wild Unknown take me, brace me, abate my mistakes.I have no fear, I left that long ago; into the night, into the Earth, back below the ground to revert such doubt towards peace.
I entered the cold and windy sea
To see what I could see
There was something I had in mind
A treasure I couldn’t find
I was searching for a crab
To fit the habitat that I had
The waves crashed together in all of their glory,
their chaos creating a sense of relaxation within her,
She looked to the clouds as if each of them told a story.
The golden rays of the sun were starting to shine,
Reality why oh why do you bother me
I was just fine without you while I lay on the sand
My life was good, scratch that grand
It was just the sun, the sand, the waves and me
A Beach
The waves rolling into the shore
A beautiful sunrise uprising over the ocean as far as you can see
I close my eyes
Breathe deeply
Feel the breeze wisping through my hair
I turn and see you beside me
Just sitting there.
Crabs crawl across the rocks,
as you walk along the docks.
Warm sand between your toes,
as a cool breeze blows.
Boats sail on by,
as you look up at the blue sky.
Sweat drips down your back,
Will you wait for me?
As I stand on the edge of sand
With water caressing between my toes
Back and forth, back and forth
There is a lull in the wind
Everything stops,
Traveling is a part of who I am
A search of me
In a place I've never seen
Weather buildings or the jungle
I find myself in bundles
I explore sandy beaches and towns where I am faceless
bring me whipped-cream foam
on top of sea-salted air
don't forget the occasional delicacy
from the unknown shore
where other customers are waiting--
here, bring them this feather
Ever been to the beach and stuck your toes in the sand?
Did you find it's squishy ness grand?
Did you run in the water and find out it's cold?
Bet you didn't know there are more sights to behold
Dearest Wading Girl,
I peer at you through my canvas window
Watching as you dip your toes into the waters off the sharp Irish coast.
You wade through the yearnings of your kin
Reaching sun-dried dreams and
A picture is worth a thousand words
But what’s worth even more
Is what a camera can’t capture
If you were to ever be looking for me
I'll be where I feel the most free
Standing with my feet in the water
Wondering about a second life
Stranger to my body but not my heartStranger in the night under the silver moon lightshadowed face in the nearest placebeside a seashores crashing wavesHe takes her hand asher eyes take his soul
The beach,
where the ocean overflows with joy at the presence of her visitors.
Aching to touch, yearning to love.
Her waves push forward onto the beach to wash upon your toes.
I want to go where the water meets the land.
There is a balance there.
There is no sound like that which sand and lapping water share.
I want to go to a place where the ocean roars.
I want to go to a place where you can hear the wind rushing past your ears.
I want to go to a place where seagulls soar so low their wings nearly touch the shadows on the sand .
Deep amethyst spikes that are meant to penetrate through life’s setting,
Like fireworks going into the sky and exploding.
Deep colors coming in to light up the oceans over the days,
Everything is calm and bright,
But yet it causes me a fright.
Waves crashing against the shore,
Who knows what roams the ocean floor?
I look in her eyes
I have never met someone
Who made me feel the way
The early morning sun
And the splashing waves
On white sandy beaches
Make me feel
Until I saw into her eyes
Once upon a time
I was listening to sublime,
right on the beach so peaceful and calm,
the waves clashing into the soft sand,
while listening to my favorite band,
Some people may look and see the beach.
Some people look, and they see the shore.
Combers will walk as far as they can reach,
But, in the end, it is something we can all explore.
A walk through Washington D.C. would be incomplete
Without a stop at a trickling fountain -
The object of a thousand dreams
And pennies flicked up high,
Like the work of our forefathers
Water flows
through
the
river
as a part of the outdoors
It shimmers in the sea just beyond the sandy shore
And it sits in your cup… so imagine it no more
This time last year my happiness came in wavesThe hurt and the pain seemed to pile on top of me as if they were new grains of sand.I was a broken shellThe shell that was always washed up on the shore The shell that didn't go a day without being ig
Do we react like universes? And
Experience ourselves ironically?
She sleeps -- she's peaceful now -- on soft white sand;
The ocean of her eyes starts looking starry.
But I am drowning. Just 'cause I'm supposed
Still and silent
I float in the deep blue,
the ocean is my master
and I its slave.
Heels, check.
Face, check.
Glasses – better leave those here – check.
We met under the white gazebo fair,
The wind blowing north up the sunlit shore
Your eyes, blue ocean and the bright sand, your hair
Before me was all I had ever yearned for
"Just a second," the typical reassuring lie I spoke aloud
I stopped more frequently than I had been walking.
At first they would wait for me,
But after a while it was simply no use to wait for another person
Amber in the morningAmber in the nightAmber was at the beachIn the dark and light
An unplanned gathering,
Turned into a landmark event.
Ocean waves become steady heartbeats.
It has been a long year
There's no more time for books
No time for tests, pencils, nor paper
The only thing left to do is to breathe.
Breathe in the ocean air, crystalized with salt.
OFF! The AC knob kisses the left tick.
DOWN! The glass sinks into a black sea of blazing leather
Hair, slicked back in the clasp of the alligator.
Her right foot eases off the brake.
there go my girls
they're arm in arm
palm tree girls that
keep me warm
bring on the sunset
my summer stars
boardwalk fairs and
stealing hearts
An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach,
The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand,
A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
Trekking to the world's edge
With a good sister and friend
To see what lies around corner,
To peek around the sandy bend.
Ambling in the stretch
Where earth and water are one,
A piece of driftwood lies
alone on the sunbaked sand.
A knarled knot points out to sea,
gesturing far from the land.
What troubled seas have you traversed?
What strange lands have you spied?
The air is salty
And blows in a calm breeze
You inhale and exhale
With tranquility and ease
For miles ahead
She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face.
No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise.
He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
I drove through shaded green canopies
To the boundary of land and water,
And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock
Careful
Not to fill my shoes with grain,
The sour smell that lingered
Between sand and sky
I want the shoreline,
the foamy white waves
colliding
into rock
like soldiers sparring in battle;
the horizon brushed
with soft strokes
of lavender, rose pink and azure;
the low-toned
Silhouetted trees
Line dusked beach skies,
As subtle breeze
Blows,
All is calm,
Earth sighs.
My mother is special.
That’s what they say
When they drag me away
From that shiny white room
And I ask if I may
She stands on the rugged sea shell beach, waiting for something to happen. Her life has not been really exciting, and she hasn't particularly been described as an ambitious person.
FLORIDA, COCA-COLA, A TYPEWRITER
I moved to Florida because I wanted to write a book.
I moved to Florida because I wanted to drink Coca-Cola on the beach and write a good book.
I walked along the sandy shore,
The tide tickling my toes.
Wondering how you could want more,
Than an ocean to drown your woes?
The sea is there to drown our fears,
Its pattern never faulty.
Waves are rolling with rhythms of blue.
Bubbles surface with an off white hue.
Sun beams down, no clouds in the way.
Salt in our hair for a multitude of days.
There is nothing more beautiful
More beautiful than you
The sun is a mere old and rusted penny
compared to the glow of your Iris blue
If I could put your sweet voice in a seashell
So shallow are these shoreswhere I seem to find only shells.Each step should lead me closer,but, alas, I cannot tell.The salty sea fogs the journey,it no longer is clear.How far must I walk
the effortless breeze roared
while the waves were talking
the dark clouds got angry
while the palm trees were dancing
I am screaming
while the seagulls are chirping
the sun was smiling
Laying alone on the gritty, ecru sand
the grains dance about your eyelashes, teasing
knowing you're envious of their dance partner.
The dunes sigh as the wind sifts through and carries
On the shores of here and gone,
a never ending line
sunlight shining off her hair
and dancing off her eyes.
Palm trees sway in seafoam green,
If I were to travel,
to the dull gravel,
passed the brilliant water,
I'd bring my otter,
there's no dispute,
he's super cute,
so he'd be the one,
that would bask in the sun,
Red, blue, and yellow,
Colors of beach umbrellas
Cooling off surfers
From the summer heat to the
Relaxation of the waves
Hot sand and cool wavesExperience of beaches
Memories are made
Stuck on an isle, my Love and I.
Who else to dwell with under the sky?
Though oceans rage and sunbeams wave,
No tempest could swallow the love that we've saved.
Deserted, stranded, and lost at sea,
Ocean breeze,
you seem too good to see,
always there by a blink of a hair,
passing your way through me.
You give me life,
a sort I can't see, it all seems too good to believe,
Salty air.
Salty hair.
What is better than saltiness everywhere?
Sunkissed skin.
Sunburned nose.
The waves are rushing, I hear the splashing sound. People on the beach playing around, there's nice ladies in their beach gowns.
It's really late, but everyone is up. What came from the moon that we won't have from the sun? Waves.
amorphous grains of quartz piled high,
tumbling, rolling
together further degrading,
microscopic rainbows,
tiny magic gems.
halite sprinkled in,
I am from croquettas de jamon,
From guava and cheese.
I am from sandy beaches heated by the bright, burning sun
(Beating, glistening, warming my skin, tasting like freedom)
Feeling the warmth spread throughout your body,
and the peace that flows quick after,
the love that overwhelms your chest,
The squawking of the seagulls
the calmness of the waves
seashells shining gracefully
in golden sunlit caves.
The shakiness of sand,
beneath the frollickers' feet,
My feet sink into the earth,
Like an old man in his favorite chair.
Microscopic life tickles between my toes
Leaving a sense of clarity and peace.
The air tousles and textures my hair,
The beams of light hit the spirited waters creating
Glistening diamonds,
Sparkling crystals,
And little specks of happiness.
The warmth radiates across my body
As I run my hands through my
Soft,
Sandy feet, light brown ocean, and a vast open sky. My week before this was stressful, burdensome and I thought I was going to die. It was hour after hour of work. It was draining; tearing at my soul.
The sun peaks perfectly through a gap in the mountain side,
illuminating the rising and falling tide that leaves a puff of mist on the shore,
The soft sand warms her like a blanket
A cool breeze flows through her hair
The waves splash and smooth her spirit
She views the horizon with love and care
its the grass burrs stickig to your sock
its the way the water looks wen you skip a rock.
its the water glistening when the sun hits just right.
its how it looks even prettier reflecting th moon night.
I was at the beach,And I thought of you
I grasp the silver thing in my palm so tight
Heavier than I expected, not light
My toes in the sand, I carefully place it my mouth
Not wanting to break my pearly whites
I lock my jaw and clench my teeth
Together we walk hand in hand
feet tingling on the soft silky sand.
Her smile brighter than the sun.
Oct 16
The air is cool
A steady stream of water pushing against the shore
Taking bits of it with it as it recedes back to its home over and over and over again.
I've found something new to fascinate me. An old, abandoned apartment by the beach has taken my curiosity. What happened here? Every room is empty, every door locked. It's almost as if someone wanted to keep something out. No one comes here.
I run into an open sky.
I watch the sunset
and within the orange and pink horizon
I see me.
I see myself at just 5 years old
walking into a new surrounding.
I see my teacher anxiously awaiting
Sitting on the beach
Hearing the waves crash against the sand
Feeling the sand betwee my toes
Wrapped in the arms of the ocean and feeling save being around the ocean
Being surrounded by the waves and the sun
incredible.
that we think of the waves--of things of nature--as intruders.
we say to the waves: "stay back!"
so as not to ruin our man-made prizes.
but did we ask the beach's permission
to build upon her sand
The Sun beams down
Through the mess of white clouds.
And the water crashes on the sand.
It's been so long since I've been here,
This sounds tells me I'm not alone.
I open my eyes to the vast, glorious sight of the ocean.
The seemingly impenetrable, endless blanket of water stretches on and on,
And the waves ripple in a calm, soothing motion.
Slowly, slowly sailing.
Lazily, readily, whimsically, wailing.
Waves around us, dancing and singing,
the bell on the lighthouse softly ringing.
A "swoosh" of the sea foam,
BLOTCHES FROM A COLORFUL CANVAS
With blue the world is draped, and with its hue my soul delights,
From whitewashed shores on dripping edges of roaring sounds,
The sun is up it's the crack of dawn,
time to start the day.
The roosters crowing, the hens are laying,
through the mist of morn I see a baby fawn,
time to throw the hay.
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land.
The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger
to their nearby relatives.
I can hear the crash of the mighty waves on the shore
my feet are submerged into the prickly sand
Wrinkled but soft
Aged and veiny
Her hands have raised us
Tonight they stir spaghetti,
Hang wet clothes,
Wash the dishes.
And how beautiful they are.
It’s said to be heaven
To change, alter, modifyIf I had the power to revolutionize,Every stroke of the brush placed in my right handwould ever so gracefully trace my vision.
Let's say we ran away
to those islands you love so much
I leave my hair all curly and wild
and collect sea shells to make jewelry to sell
you'd run a little grill shack on the beach
My girlfriends and I were in the gym.I lifted five pound dumbbells. They went on the most intense machinesat the highest speeds.Sweat poured out of their pores
Listen to the Water
Listen to the Sun
Listen to the Sand
They're all so grand
The swishing whish of Water
The beating heart of Sun
The whispering shh of Sand
as one
Across from the ocean,
I sit on the beach,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breathe.
White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze calm and still,
I'm caught in the moment,
The sound of the crashing waves
Keeps me at bay
With a pound of thunder
As the sound gets greater
I wait until later to come around
The sun goes down
I wonder off to the crystal waters
I sit motionlessly, watching the bright rays of light dim over the horizon. I can hear the soothing sound of the waves striking the rocks, and the wet footprints running across the sand.
How curious it is, to walk along beaches
Made of thousand-year old shells, and
Think about how young we in are in comparison.
Sand dollars and dried-up crab shells floating around
Crystal clear water
dances effortlessly amongst the reefs.
The crest of waves
fall upon the sand
like gentle giants.
Seashells abundant in every direction
are vivid in the morning light.
Let's both hold hands,
Or love,
Or go dance.
Or poke small dark holes
In wet
White
Sand.
There's an empty hole inside of me,
because my dad I'll never get to see.
I was as happy as can be,
until my dad left me.
Who would want to kill my dad ?
Who hated him that bad ?
Today I wrote his name in the sandBut the waves came and washed it away.Again I wrote it with a second hand;But the tide crept back, to make my love his prey.
I don't even think that it's possible.
For my heart to even go back to being lockable.
Cuz my love for you is mildly tropical.
I gives you mango, coconut, and some pineapples.
We have that island love.
The sun sets slowly over settled sparkling sea shores
Soul mates sit side by side so sweet, so solemnly sentimental
Swans swim somewhere near, struck by silent starry skies
Tonight I’ll sit on thecold sands of a deserted beach,looking out over the sighing waves ofa black ocean,the sky subtly blending into the waterlike a camouflage—they are one in the same.
Here on my back, fog softening its edges and without
clouds the sky is the color of cold light shining from grey silk lingerie it is
smooth and flat and could fall upon my head at any instant.
inside a passenger seat breathing in a static driveleaving rolling hills to the ocean's waveslet's slip into the sands.hide inside our skinand dive deep.
Do you see my unicorn?She is pure white, her mane shining in the moonlight.Her fur is soft, like a chick's downy fluff.Within her sweet eyes, is where something lies.
It's likeSandInside your handsEventually it will slip out
Know nowI'm with you somehowNo matter where you go
It's like sandIn the beachUncountableA number out of reach
The water. It crashes over perfectly glazed-over, deep grey sand gently-- striving not to crack the breathtaking surface of reflections.
The sun. It sinks quietly into the majestic purple and nectarine colored sky like silk.
Footprints in the sand,
the cold salty waves brush against my toes.
Colorful umbrellas are scattered across the white sand.
The cool breeze skims my skin,
Giving me the chills.
My toes crinkle in the sand,
As I quickly look to the hills.
Remembering him was easy,
But missing him was hard.
Myself;
As expansive as the ocean,
Yet also a wanderer within its great depths.
With no thought at all I flow with its motion,
But resistance is found when I consider my breadth.
Deeper than the submarines,
Behind these glasses my mind growls - full of emptiness - like my stomach. Not fed. A mosquito trapped in a window. My mind trapped in a tiger's cage. Gnawed, ripped.
One odd day in summer, a boy meets a firework. Salt-scented wind tosses her red hair around her Face, creating a frame for her bright eyes, her freckled Nose, her joyous smile.
Here, nature grasped me in her arms and straddled my front.
Here, she immersed me in her smells and her soft, lingering caresses,
Here, she dominated with gentle, sudden, adamant will power.
The bare sand bears only the smell of salt
Upon its desolate skin
Waiting for that high of
Lotionous water
To breathe life to this
I think about you when you're not by my beside
You live miles away so that's almost all the time
Even worse we're going to college separate ways
Both hoping the relationship will never fade
Hands lock,
fingers curl.
Eyes twitch.
Just a few of the many things
we do together.
When walking on the beach,
seagulls high above us.
People waving hello as we get higher,
The sea shimmers like sunlight on chrome
Loud crashing waves and soft silky sand are my living room
The beach is the place I call home
My home is unlike the old empire of Rome
I follow my fathers footprints
In the sand on the beach
To walk like Him is difficult
His prints are just out of reach
I leap to the left and right
Like a skier on a slope
That perplexing blueKnocks the air out of youjust by lookingMakes you breathe inSalt foamsFeeling grandyet shrunken listeningto the tossing clap of the waves Waves like mountains
One sunny day I went to the beachI was soaking in the sun like a deprived solar leachBut the longer I stayed sitting, basking in the heatThe more my mind would wander and soon I left my seat
Tiny tots laugh and splash as the waves break on sunscreened stomachs.
Reckless teenagers try new tricks on their freshly waxed skim boards.
Old men in Speedo's walk up and down the shoreline.
This, is my Florida.
As I sit on the cool beach sand, my toes greet the brisk lake water. I close my eyes while I breathe in the crisp, clean, morning air, as I search for the light through the thick early fog. I can hear the loving call of a loon to its mate.
Sandy beaches
Peaceful, content
Tickling
your feet as you walk along
Waves crash
building up power
Crushing seashells till they are no more than
Sand
You stoop to retrieve one
The moon races by the windowsill of Beach Music, our house on the sea,
unremitting and vain in his chase.
The footprint lane drifted down the shore, but only followed me.
It’s forever been a struggle to meet in the middle,
The waves want to overtake the sand,
But the sand wants to hold their own
Constantly battling to have control
Pelicans dive deep,
Dolphins glide through the smooth sea,
Living worry free.
Not a cloud in sight,
Hot rays reflect off water,
Lost in paradise.
The fluffy, green grass,
Of the Midwest’s rich soil,
Pads my barefoot feet.
Deer, rabbits, and birds,
In hilly corn and bean fields,
Fill the open space.
Last summer
we tiptoed
across
driftwood panels.
Barefoot, but
carefully alert
we’d watch as
poison ivy
clung onto
both sides of
the boardwalk,
embracing
Can you feel it?
The warmth of the sun
the waves rolling with fun
The way children sit,
looking at the seashells they just collected,
Look a crab, walking along the shore
The cold water hits my feet
We gather.
We wait.
We silently anticipate.
The sun dips down,
The waves dance up.
The crashing touch
Of Mother Earth
And the King of the Sea
Produce a sight of beauty.
There are some drives
Down the open flat of
The coast highway, where we had hair
Whipping against our cheeks, stinging,
As the effect never shown in pictures.
The crash of the waves
Upon the shore
The smell of the salt
Oft described in folklore
The feel of the sand
Warm and soft underfoot
The cry of the seagulls
They saw my fresh fruit
I moseyed onto the desolate sands of the gloomy,
grey water fronts, just pondering the meanings of life itself,
The icy winds were whipping all through the sky,
tearing limb from limb of the misty front,
I may write you down in my memories
With my imagination and fantasy.
I may stride with you on the beach
And confidently toward the wedding gate.
I arrive at a beach called Piha
Not a beach I have seen before
I see dark black volcanic sand
With royal blue minerals
As sun shines upon the beach
I can see the hidden silver sparkles
I arrive at a beach called Piha
Not a beach I have seen before
I see dark black volcanic sand
With royal blue minerals
As sun shines upon the beach
I can see the hidden silver sparkles
I arrive at a beach called Piha
Not a beach I have seen before
I see dark black volcanic sand
With royal blue minerals
As sun shines upon the beach
I can see the hidden silver sparkles
I arrive at a beach called Piha Not a beach I have seen before I see dark black volcanic sand With royal blue minerals As sun shines upon the beach I can see the hidden silver sparkles My toes feel so warm Under the hot sand Then my feet touch the
I watch her shimmer and dance from the shoreline
While the sunset adorns her in gold
she’s calling so sweetly, my Aquamarine
For our friendship is many years old
Scattered shells along the shore
Blaze a trail for many a lore
The waves lap up against the sands
The birds fly over all the lands
The place with the sand and sea is abandoned,
Empty.
Deserted.
Bumpy tracks of vehicles are freshly anew,
But no other traces of a once crowded beach left behind.
Here you go, stuck in the undertoe.
This isn't a beach, though, but a life.
Flail your arms about and you may get out.
Don't do it and you will become your own foe
White
Shifty
The Sand
Allows my toes
And foot as a whole
To pass and
Sink some
Inches
Down
Setting
Like the
Tangerine sun
As it slips away
Past the edge
Every other summer we travel to Michigan
The landscape's so open and calm
The beauty of the tall hills of sand
The beauty of the freshwater lake
