Poems About: BEACH

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In hanlands point
There is a nude beach
For men and women
And feels so good read more »

flamenco beach
the waves
a flamenco outing read more »

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' read more »

At dawn, bare footed, viewing as far as eyes can reach,
the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.

Before me I see a carpet of half-buried shells of sea-creatures, read more »

Oh aye, the roiling waves
with their come and go, like friends,
keep company when it suits
and when it doesn’t, oh aye, alone. read more »

85th Street Beach
just sand to embrace
my holiday read more »

Baby...
Bring that magic to me.

Baby... read more »

On that Beach,
A nature's dream,
All I have ever went out to seek,
I had realized, read more »

I miss everything about the beach from the sands between my toes to the mighty sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks; it is there where I found my serenity.

I miss the sun raise to the sun fall at the beach, where its true colors have this wonderfully glow right at the point of when the sun touches the water. read more »