Adrift

[billy]

hi richard. the opening reads a bit weak for me. i think it's the [still ripple] a suggestion and it really is only that as an idea to leave or pursue as you wish:

Bittersweet nothings
daily against your silent shore
grow to sullen thunderous waves.

i think you have the making of a good poem with a couple of small edits.

Adrift

Bittersweet nothings still ripple
against your silent shore
daily, only to grow
to sullen thunderous waves.
A crooked heart in sand,
drawn with one toe, i like this and the line above though maybe [a toe]
gone in yesterday's tide-
old footprints, lonely or not,
washed away always. a suggestion here would be always washed away or simply [washed away] personally i think you could use a good image here to wash away the feeling of a cliche.

Children's laughter litters good alliteration and a solid image
that same beach
where I first saw you,
so sullen thunderous waves
withdraw into the calm ocean.
Lost along with them, is lost along needed? or would [with them] do just as well.
my last goodbye
drowns inside an empty wine bottle.