The Beachy Poem Challenge!
Summertime.
The beach.
We know the images, even if we’ve never been to the sea…
sun

sand

waves

Maybe a few sail boats on the water

On their own, none of these images might inspire a poem.
That’s where the Beachy Poem Challenge comes in…
Beachy rhymes with peachy. So we could start with that.
What if?


We do not need to write our whole poem to start. We might never write the poem. The challenge isn’t to write the poem. (Though we are certainly free to write the poem if we want.)
The challenge is to spice up familiar images by introducing new summer pairings.
PEACH + BEACH
SALT SHAKER + WAVES
SAIL BOATS + CHILI PEPPERS
We can draw these pairings. Or collage them. Mix up a few summer surprises. Shake free our poetic imagination. And then write a poem. (Or not.)

Summer Salt
Once, when I set out to shake free my imagination
I tripped over a chili pepper on the beach.
I wish it had been a peach.
(I love peaches.)
Though perhaps a chili pepper was just the right
encounter. It reminds me of a dolphin arched above
the waves, dressed in red. There is so much that can be said
about that color, but I will save it for February.
Right now, it’s summer. There is salt falling like rain
over a blue sea.
Between the peach, and the chili pepper, and the beach,
it is making me hungry for falling back on memories
—or maybe for falling forward into poetry, where anything
under the sun can always (always!) become whatever it might please.

If You Take the Beachy Poem Challenge
Feel free to share what you…
• draw
• collage
• or write
Share it with us here in the comment box or on Instagram by August 15, 2026.
We might include your entry in a post (unless you tell us not to when you share. 🙂
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Katie Spivey Brewster says
Not sure what’s cuter:
The peach in the sunglasses or the dolphin wearing the red tank;)
lynn__ says
Thanks for a beachy poem challenge…anyone suggest a title for this?
i am sitting on pier—
watching waves roll
toward beach;
i rummage in lunch bag
and discover fresh peach.
hungry seagull eyes fruit
lingers just out of reach—
when i choose not to share,
he takes flight
with loud screech.
i ponder vast ocean—
wonder how did God teach
small starfish to stargaze
and big blue whales to breach?
my thoughts interrupted
by old fisherman’s speech,
“Look down at your leg, lass—
best remove giant leech!”