Beach Poem

Power And Beauty Of The Beach

I find inspiration in nature. I live close to the sea and have always been fascinated by its calmness yet knowing the strength and power it can bring that causes harm and destruction.

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When I took v.r.s. from my job at the age of 52, I became nervous, jobless, then useless and so on. Sometimes I went to the seashore and had the same feeling as narrated in this poem....

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Whispering Waves

© more by Edel T. Copeland

Published: June 2018

Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.
Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.
Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,
A warm embrace between sea and land.

High above, a seagull soars high.
Wings of purity it spreads to fly.
Battling high against darkened cloud,
In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

Beneath, the sand is soft and warm.
Sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.
A passionate battle between calmness and rage,
A new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

I listen again to the whispering waves,
Music of nature calming and brave.
Its power unknown, its stillness untamed,
Mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

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  • Namjoshi Vikas by Namjoshi Vikas
  • 4 months ago

When I took v.r.s. from my job at the age of 52, I became nervous, jobless, then useless and so on. Sometimes I went to the seashore and had the same feeling as narrated in this poem. Sometimes the waves kissed my feet and other times they seemed to crush me. But at last, positive feelings helped me to recover myself.

  • Maha Ramaswamy by Maha Ramaswamy
  • 1 year ago

Loved this! Beautifully expressed and love the rhyming. Great job!

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