Beach Poems

ON the beach, at night,
Stands a child, with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
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The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
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Tears! tears! tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears;
On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand;
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We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,
For the wrong we have taken part in and the wrong that we have seen done.
Let the bride of frivolous fashion, and of ease, be ashamed and dumb,
For I tell you the nations shall rule us who have let their children come!
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We went to the beach to get wind in our hair
to stand on the sand and simply to stare.
To let the surf tickle toes and dampen our clothes
as we played 'run away'
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Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,
Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;
Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.
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WE two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going--North and South excursions making,
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Something this foggy day, a something which
Is neither of this fog nor of today,
Has set me dreaming of the winds that play
Past certain cliffs, along one certain beach,
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ON the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought of the clef of
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Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven
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WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd
with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night
for me that follow'd;
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TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting- they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
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Since first the White Horse Banner blew free,
By Hengist's horde unfurled,
Nothing has changed on land or sea
Of the things that steer the world.
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When Rome was rotten-ripe to her fall,
And the sceptre passed from her hand,
The pestilent Picts leaped over the wall
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I WILL take an egg out of the robin's nest in the orchard,
I will take a branch of gooseberries from the old bush in the garden,
and go and preach to the world;
You shall see I will not meet a single heretic or scorner,
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Down on the shore, on the sunny shore!
Where the salt smell cheers the land;
Where the tide moves bright under boundless light,
And the surge on the glittering strand;
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My Garden—like the Beach—
Denotes there be—a Sea—
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When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes,
And her brows are half uplifted in a nicely feigned surprise
As you breathe some pretty sentence, though she hates you all the while,
She is very apt to stun you with a made to order smile.
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The distant tanker will soon fall off the horizon of life,
now blurred by the haze of distance and then swallowed
by the roundness that hides our future.
The trawlers float across the bay then, behind the headland,
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We woke up early to a 50 degrees morning….six o'clock to be specific
In order to make the 70 mile trip to Rialto Beach on the coast of the Pacific.

It was a two hour circuitous trip …since we had to be there by nine
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In Palm Beach's embrace, where sunsets sigh,
Where Senera Cheng found her first sky.
A cradle of warmth, by the ocean's lull,
In the heart of Florida, where dreams are full.
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We were excited to walk on our favorite beach…and at the same time ascertain…
if and how our favorite beach had been affected by the hurricane.

Some parts were still flooded…and just as we had feared
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Morning in the Marina
a breeze hugs me
with all the freshness
of all the seven seas;
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Far from the madding crowd of the world, I have gone in search of peace in Paradise beach;
Beach is the best place free from pollution with the environment of clean air, beauty and peace;
Peace is the best panacea for all the ills of the fast modern world of civilization;
Civilization has brought all technological advancement for life and work leading to problems!
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One way, I think, to come to a better understanding of our country…of this land…is to take a walk along the beach…and watch people playing in the sand.

With our first steps onto the sand…one simple thought arises…how before us stretch a sea of people in all colors…shapes and sizes.
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Beach is the place people go to breathe fresh air and mingle one with Nature;
That gives peace of mind, makes heart feel joy and spirit enjoys bliss sure;
After tourism development, crowd is filling everywhere and beach is house full
Like the people go to cinema threatres for entertainment to spend week ends!
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Pine needles on grass
Spreading like a fresh brown beach:
A beach of needles.
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Cox's Bazar Sea Beach And Its Surroundings - Verse Paragraph
March 24, 2020
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My Heaven stretches its arms across the beach and inside the smiles of hippie girls at Karom Beach, their hippie glasses and varnished nails paint a glittering picture of Phuket. Soon the waves become rows of orange cupcakes that appear and disappear near sunset and I continue to daydream...

With a shock, I realize I've been taking pictures of tsunami-stricken spots. And all around those spots, the roots of trees have elongated ears and spidery fingers that clutch at the exoskeletons of crabs, spinning webs of shadows for the living and the dead.
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