Hermit Crab Poems - Poems about Hermit Crab

...Hermit crab human scuttling about In my new life. Ill fitting suit. Like wearing your mother's clothes - Clip clopping around the kitchen... High heals filled with little feet... And dreams of a......Read the rest...

...For a moment I disguised myself. A chameleon blinked. "You don't have to do that" she said. I had already hid my reply, under a galactic rock. Her focused sunlight licked my eyesight like......Read the rest...

...The unbegun poem is a tree root, clinging to a whirlwind. A stag hides, in a thicket of hunters. Nothing speaks, where memory leaves no footprint. The buried must uncover a spade. Gr......Read the rest...

...Some way from the Firth of Forth A shoal of glittering mackerel Swirls and sways Swells with the sea from silver to black Flashes white and back to silver and grey A......Read the rest...

...A few years ago I was installing carpet in someone's house and a little girl approached me and started asking me questions. A few minutes went by and she had told me that she had a hermit crab that h......Read the rest...

...salt crusted fish bone caught within tangled seaweed... high tide offering hermit crab scuttles erratically on sand... waving eyes on stalks opened mouthed seashells coated with wind ......Read the rest...

...I am the mother of chaos and beauty, You can either love or hate me. I behold the mythology of the Greek gods, The book of Folktales you been told. I am your oracle, ......Read the rest...

...You begin to see yourself as being shaped by oceanic-waves. Dressed in the muscle and fiber of restless storms. A swish of a garment, the high hem of a skirt pulls you into her flesh. Sex rema......Read the rest...

...pincer-like movement mollusc shell host shifts crab wise ~ life clings to low tide Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Syllable counter PS 5/7/5 04/11/2......Read the rest...

...While strolling on the beach I can feel the sand crunch underneath my toes. As I walk along the shore The waves splash my feet. I can hear the seagulls squawk above. I feel ......Read the rest...

...Where once I saw the sun flare like a peacock, fish bones now hiss on a shale whipped beach, banshee’s are dredged up from sandy graves, spume slaps nests of air. Salty waves boom insid......Read the rest...

...The child loves to go to the park and pick up sticks. Like a dog, he will try to bring an impossibly long stick home, but he is 4 and by 4 o’clock he is getting tired. He will not let go o......Read the rest...

...Best case scenario - my fame walking on two legs wearing a golden helmet (I made a bowl which I hammered out of a lump of copper in workshop-class aged 14, not good, but all is golden now, for ......Read the rest...

...Singe out the shame...the shame... Stop blaming me for your mind game Tame these flames...right now... Somehow, I will be taking a bow He, the Lord, is a mountain above His spirit shimmers and......Read the rest...

...Drama is a revolution which is called as “ RECORD” ,In the bunker, Hermit crabs have each gun, Moss picture at their diary, AS soon as Hermit crab General orders to “ Fire”, they put in magazine thei......Read the rest...