Best Hermit Crab Poems

he left behind his home of coral
in search of better things,
breaking vows and flaunting morals,
cutting loose from tightening strings 

trapped between the sea and land,
he...

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Rex the hermit crab carried a trashed shell  
that reeked with a horribly rotten smell.
He intently scrubbed 
till his claws were nubbed
then resolved to...

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Crab in seashell squats
Until hermit does not fit -
House swaps are a must....

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Scurrying across the ocean floor
leaving faint tracks in the sand
moving sideways to go forward
nothing mapped or even planned.

The sand is always shifting
ever changing the terrain
all...

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Endless curse, my love for you
A dirty life, my ritual of solitude
Quiet days and empty nights
Foggy mornings and everything that comes with lack of sleep

And...

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a squatter or scab,

drags his house, like a shell cab,

that's the hermit crab!...

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It's quiet here - quiet in a way that catches me off guard. The tranquility is almost tangible, something I can touch and hold and...

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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...

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~69~ /zodiac sign/

There once was a hermit crab named Nate
Who enjoyed the solitude of his hate
   Meeting a lovely lady
   A...

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(A hermit crab has just realized that he can barely fit into his shell and the only other 
creature in earshot to hear his cries...

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The surf, ferocious in the distance
white caps and roller coaster waves
nose-dives into the shore
sand rearranged; sea life takes cover-
the hermit crab –boroughs;
the gulls greedy, hungry...

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hermit crab
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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...

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Who Buys,Who Sells

Heck they move,the busy market murmured
Down they went to the Pub sell,
In with spontaneous drive look they;
Who buy,who sell the the market Cries,
For...

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touching sands of time 
dancing galavanting
in the brain
a hermit crab
popping
his head out
from the sands

alone open arms
embracing the stars
searching
among'st them
a shining soul
embers crying out to
the beauty...

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