My Beach


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    I thought this was a very great poem topic. I imagined a woman who was on the beach. Describing her experiences as a young child. Enjoy!!

    My Beach

    I can feel the sand beneath my feet
    Scrapping my bare feet.
    I feel the wind hit my hair,
    Blowing it as if I was in a movie.
    The waves hit the shore,
    barely missing my legs.
    I walk along the shore,
    Looking at the sun set across the blue sea.
    I remember those times
    I loved coming here,
    to the place where I belong.
    The Sea.

    I love watching the dolphin's fins
    appear and disappear.
    I love watching the ships go by
    slowly and steadily,
    Like a baby bird,
    Just finding its way home.
    To start a new life.

    The waves get louder,
    then softer again.
    I finally sit on the dry sand.
    I watch as the waves come closer
    I don't care if they hit me
    because I love the water.

    I imagine the way I went along the shore
    As a very young child,
    Very cautiously stepping
    closer and closer.
    Finally I jumped in
    For the very first time,
    and realized that it was amazing.

    Here I am again at this beach.
    The beach that I love.
    My Beach.

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    dahlusion commented on My Beach


    I am looking at your age and saying: This is extraordinary writing. Mystical in every sense of the word. Bravo!!!!!!!



    Thank you! I feel so loved on this site, it makes me happy to be who I am! :)

    Rhymer commented on My Beach


    To be so young you have a very talented pen. Vivid description seems to come easily for you. Nice write.



    Thank's really the first descriptive writing that I felt was acceptable to put on here.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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