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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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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...
I like the view
The sandy dunes and salty water
The shells that shine and glitter
A place of wonder and peace
Thinking back
Of times that where true
How old was i?
Perhaps not even two?
I like the view
Thats what she said
But when i came in the room
Her eyes bled
I like the view
I looked at you
Hate in your eyes
Your friend and parents too
I often fantasize
Of killing you
Snapping your neck...
The breeze wrapping around me like an icy cold hug
My fingers slowly kneading at the sand
Your ashes floating in the waves
The place that brings me close to you
A strange, unfamiliar feeling
The little girl inside me yearning for her daddy
Why did you leave me.
My head spinning
Why didn’t you fight for me?
Did you ever love me?
Was I bad?
I was never good enough
Tears fall down my cheeks
Th...
As the waves came in, it came over me
That although it wasn’t the first time
It was the first time in awhile
That I had a moment to feel, to breathe
The passage of time deep within my bones
The nostalgia of the past
The distant sound of voices gone
The laughter of an old joke
A song, nearly forgotten
Crisscrossing in my mind
With the bittersweetness of the present
Little feet pattering around
...
Empty beach
Just the sounds of waves
I have heard that contractions come in waves…
…And that some women use that metaphor of
riding a wave of a contraction
to help them get to the end of one contraction
and to the
next.
I close my eyes and take in the sounds of
the beach
Waves.
Seagulls.
Peace.
This is my happy place.
This is my home.
I touch my
pregnant belly.
This is what I will c...
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