Beach Girl

Veteran Poet - 1,509 Points [Beach Girl]

Beach Girl Poems

1. Sea Foam 6/21/2013
2. The Edge 12/26/2013
3. The Golden Elixir 8/7/2014
4. Crazy 6/22/2013
5. Black Orchid 7/12/2014
6. Empty Heart 9/5/2013
7. Distractions 5/9/2013
8. Opinions 9/2/2013
9. Love And Tears 7/12/2014
10. Lake Tenkiller 9/3/2013
11. Sand In My Toes 7/23/2013
12. Friends 1/9/2014
13. Whispers In The Forest 11/5/2013
14. Without Him 12/26/2013
15. I'D Search For You 11/21/2013
16. I Fell Into The Sky 5/9/2013
17. The Sea Girl 6/20/2013

Comments about Beach Girl

  • Nivy Sochi Nivy Sochi (10/24/2017 7:46:00 PM)

    Each of your poems gives itself to the senses but something beyond itself to the mind.
    More grace, 'beautiful' poetess.

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  • Nika Mcguin Nika Mcguin (2/24/2014 4:02:00 PM)

    The mermaid poetess herself, there's nobody who writes better about, or loves more, the beach. Still, she is more than seashore poems, she has a talent not easily matched for spinning poetic verse into silk!


  • Goldheart Bird (9/25/2013 4:05:00 PM)

    Ms.Beach Girl,
    You are one of the best friends i have in PH. I always send to tons of messages, (I guess sometime i'm annoying) But you always reply with a warm message back! And I love all your poems!
    P.S Please check weekly on my poems! I normal would have 2 new poems every week!

Best Poem of Beach Girl

The Sea Girl

When I was just a little girl
They brought me to the sea
I waded out as waves unfurled
Their salty gifts on me

Seaweed, shells and whole sand dollars
Were strewn along the shores
Each a gem of ocean wonders
Formed on soft sea floors

As years flew by and she grew tall
She never lost her passion
Most nights she'd hear the ocean call
And dreamt of wild waves crashing

The sea girl couldn't shake the call
Salt water coursed her veins
Returning to the old sea wall
She felt her heart unchained

Miles and miles of endless sea
It took ...

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With coffee in my right hand and papers in my left
I didn't even spill a drop, who knew I was so deft

I strolled into the garden and sat upon my bench
Happy as a lark I felt that this would be a cinch

I spread my work before me upon the cold, stone table
And thought how peaceful this would be, but then my plans unraveled

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