Upon the Shoreline
I love to sit on the beach and write my poetry
Upon the Shoreline
Upon the shoreline's golden sweep,
Where whispers of the ocean deep,
I sit and let my worries flee,
My thoughts adrift upon the sea.
The sun, a lover in the sky,
Caresses waves as they gently sigh,
A cool breeze wanders through my hair,
A soothing balm beyond compare.
Each gentle wave, a soft caress,
Reflects the longing in this place,
Oh, time, do pause your hurried flight,
For here, my heart feels pure delight.
Seagulls call with voices clear,
While footprints fade in soft, warm sand,
In this moment, I’m complete,
With nature's song, my soul feels sweet.
Yet soon the stars will grace the night,
And pull me from this lovely sight,
But still, I linger, heart so free,
With whispers of the sea, I see.
Just till it is time to go home,
Then back tomorrow, here I will roam,
To lose myself in waves' sweet play,
In this warm glow, I long to stay.
To leave would be to turn away
From endless dreams and golden rays,
So here I’ll stay, my spirit bright,
As evening falls to kiss the night.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
The way you describe the sun, breeze, and waves just gives off total peaceful vibes. It's like nature's perfect little escape, and I love how you capture that feeling of wanting to stay forever! So relaxing to read!✨
Lovely. I live in Florida so,the beach is nearby. I love to walk by the shore and look for shells or take a romantic stroll at night. 🤗❤️
The beach is a perfect place to write, read, draw or really anything artistic in my eyes or just to plain relax by the water. Great work.