Beach poems celebrate the natural beauty of the seashore, describing the sunsets, waves, and seashells. People go to the beach for all sorts of reasons.
Some like to play in the sand, build castles, or dig holes. Others enjoy swimming in the water. The beach is a symbol of freedom and adventure.
Beach poems are a gentle reminder to value and protect the beauty of the natural world. They explore themes of love and romance, using the romantic setting of the shore.
If you’ve ever enjoyed time at the beach, reading poems about it can evoke feelings. Reading beach poems reconnects you to the natural world.
Let’s read some of these poems and enjoy them.
My Garden
My Garden—like the Beach—
Denotes there be—a sea
That’s Summer—
I Saw From the Beach
By Thomas Moore
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining
A bark o’er the waters move gloriously on
I came when the sun o’er that beach was declining,
The bark was still there, but the waters were gone.
Beach Burial
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs
The convoys of dead sailors come;
At night they sway and wander in the waters far under,
But morning rolls them in the foam.
Dover Beach’.
By Matthew Arnold, ‘
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; – on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay …
Show It At The Beach
By Shel Silverstein
Oh, they won’t let us show it at the beach.
No, they won’t let us show it at the beach.
They think we’re gonna grab it if it gets within our reach.
And they won’t let us show it at the beach.
Beauteous Evening
William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the sea …
Edmund Spenser,
By Amoretti LXXV.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
‘Vain man,’ said she, ‘that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.’
Dover Beach
By Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
On The Beach At Night Alone
By Walt Whitman
A vast similitude interlocks all
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets
All distances of place however wide
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
The Beach
By Robert Graves
Louder than gulls the little children scream
Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam;
But others fearlessly rush in, breast high
Laughing the salty water from their mouthes
The Walrus And The Carpenter’.
By Lewis Carroll
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead —
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
‘If this were only cleared away,’
They said, ‘it would be grand!’
A Smooth Beach
By Chase
Waves continuously wash away footprints,
Like time washes away, leaving you with a clean slate.
A smooth beach.
Waves wash away the good and bad.
Waves and time don’t discriminate.
All encompassing,
Everything returns to the ocean.
It’s just a matter of time
Before you’re washed away.
Whispering Waves
B Edel T. Copeland
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.
This is all about Beach Poems.