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POEM STARTER
Inspired by Niki
Create a poem set on an empty beach, where you are left at peace with your thoughts.
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it’s beautiful here
quiet
peaceful
the birds fly above
they sing a song in a language i wish i knew
i wonder if birds sing about love as we do?
or heartbreak
or healing
or the magic of life
the waves crash on the beach
and leave as quickly as they came
pulled back into the sea
do they feel trapped?
do they wish to be free?
or does their return feel like coming home?
i want to come home
i am ...
Sea
Saltly air
A calm overhead
And filling you completely
You went here for a reason
But you’ve decided to wait
To not let the sea have you
Not on a beautiful night like this
You see an empty can
And reach over to pick it up
Humans, the foul creatures
Who filth the world with their greed
You wish that you weren’t as such
You wish you could become salt in the air
Turning around, you see a fla...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost desp...
It’s starting to rain as I sit here on the beach looking across to the horizon
People getting up to leave because they’re too afraid to get wet
I’m sitting here
Watching them leave
And soon
I’m all alone
With the beach to myself
_The rain coming down _
_My hair getting wetter _
_And wetter _
_And wetter_
I’m completely alone with the rain
It never crosses my mind to get up and leave
Bec...
Sitting on a beach.
Thinking.
You really call this peace?
My brain can’t stop speaking.
It’s one after another,
just constant
and it’s making me suffer.
Just let me be honest.
Let me talk to someone,
I hate being alone.
Because thoughts can consume one,
so far, that’s the only effect known.
So as I sit on the sand,
let me tell you,
thoughts do not give an upper hand
when you have more than a fe...
The ocean breathes in its languid rhythm,
Golden sun caresses my face,
Salty winds whipp through my hair,
And for a moment,
My soul is at peace.
I sit, a lone sentinel,
the sand warm beneath me,
embraced by the quiet symphony of the ocean.
Each wave rises, curls, crashes,
a transient fury against the shore,
then falls back, silenced,
as if the sea itself has lost its voice.
I watch, entran...
I long to feel a lovers touch,
A tender hand upon my waist.
I cannot say I’ve known as much,
I’ve felt no warmth upon my face.
I dream of Misty ocean breeze,
Where palm trees sway in twilights hush.
Yet here I fold on bended knees,
I long to feel a lovers touch.
But here, there’s quiet, nothing more,
No sand or seas, or crashing waves.
No watchful skies or salty Shores,
No tender hand upon...
The crystine water rocks back and forth
Droplets sprinkling the ivory sand
Soaking in the sunshine
Children in swimsuits run across the seaside
Their tiny feet making small muddy imprints
In otherwise pristine white seafloor
The glowing morning blue sky
Fades to a shimmering pink haze
As evening draws near
The swarming families
Soon leave the ocean and fun behind
Packing up to go home
Sudden...
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