Best Poems About / On BEACH
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Ups and downs
One day on a beach I watched the setting sun
Feeling down and sore from lifes twists and turns
Saying goodbye to me with its job done
The sun quickly sank below the horizon to the west
The next morning on the same beach I sat
Watching the sun rising from the east above my head
Its rise slowly beamed my depressed mood away
Giving me the strength to bravely continue my way
Henry Chen
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-100
Scarlet Cordia(Cordia sebestena)
Beach Cordia(Cordia subcordata)
Who's elder, who's younger
I don't know for certain
Who's taller, who's shorter
Sure I know for certain
Beach Cordia, so what if
On short trunk you are
But with orange motif
Sheeny leaved you are
With tiny pregnant fruits
Ambience is so enriched
With your orangy clusters
Immense peace bewitched
Ah, only moderately tall
ScarletCordia, yet true
Tubular clusters enthrall
Flowered with scarlet hue
Spring and summer toned
Orange lot more darkened
More with fruits charming
More with them as scenting
Indira Renganathan
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The Ghosts of Native Americans
Again elevating, making love before a beach:
Levitating for helicopters who come primary colors
Before they excavate the swing-sets of
My childhood- the very amusements my mother pushed me
On close to three decades ago are finally being
Condemned- little recluse across the Palm Beaches,
Her sinister lips kissing the gods who live in the
Sky- While I ride my bicycle homeless,
And wind tares away the meanings of these heavens
As I strive to remember, and find her warm
Embrace in the claustrophobic midway of the
Carnivals forever escaping from the mortal wounds
Of this heart
Underneath a window of rocks where the ghosts
Of native Americans levitate, chanting my name.
Bret R. Crabrooke
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I Love You But You Don't Know It
I love you,
A bussel and a peck,
A bussel and a peck,
And a hug around the neck,
And a hug around the neck,
And a kiss on the cheeck,
And a kiss on the cheeck,
And sex on the bed,
And sex on the bed,
And a marrige on the beach,
And a marrige on the beach,
And a baby in a crib,
And a baby in a crib,
You wouldn't know that i love you if i said that!
sandra ent
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