Best Shells Poems

She collected sea shells, I collected sand

She collected sea shells,
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains 
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at...

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Lest we forget

When the Shelling 
And the Din of gunfire
Finally stopped 

His mind was shot
A hollow broken shell
Stood

Crooked in the corner of some foreign land
Every boy and man befell unto
Inspite of class or rank 
Come 1,
Come all 
To walk the plank

Into no mans land
Gods hands

As...

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No more walking on egg shells
or stroking one mans pride

My wounded heart is open now
and at last so are my eyes

No more empty conversations
pro claiming he's the best

If truth be known his actions shown
He's just like all the rest

There is so much to be thankful...

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Taco shells are made of yellow corn meal.
They are tasty and crunchy, and usually a good deal.
You can stuff them with ground beef, chicken, or even fish.
Fill them up with plenty of whatever you wish.
Tacos are something folks north of the Rio Grande adore.
However, they...

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I've listened to it's calling, in awes amazement
Felt the rush of the waves between my bare feet,
Allowing the bubbles of sea form to explode,
As I spread my toes digging them deeply,
 Within the beaches warm sand.
Then at this moment of perfect splendor, 
 I pondered...

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She collected sea shells
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains 
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the...

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The sea waves

washing empty shells clean.

Laid in the sand, just where each should be.


The being

gone from inside the shell,

leaving colorful beauty behind.


In life's waves

we are born and we grow,

only to die and be lain to rest.


Our souls gone

from this now worthless shell,

leaving behind a unique...

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Recall the midwife

To the cenotaph

War is over


For now at least


Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain 
in tact to blow away this coming eve

Or grow from flounder's red sodden field

To flutter on a chasten solar breeze

Up and up so only downward grave
can see

So pray the world...

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Empty shells I find on the beach
     can be looked at in two ways.
 In one aspect, they are seeds of death -
    the only tangible remains of once-living creatures
        now...

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For Shells Would Explore

For shells on beach, we would explore,
And when we did was more and more;
To sand stick;
Would pick;
Had found close by or on distant shore.

Jim Horn...

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But what of shells and ruins
The stories they hold
In silence they ponder
The truths of the past

And what of echoed voices
Do they tell what will be
Friend or foe
Piercing the wind

I also ponder the truth 
As I stand among the relics
And beseech the looking glass 
To speak...

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Shells
Unique, beautiful
Laying chaotically scattered 
Silently shining in exquisiteness
Jewels
...

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Seashore Sweepstakes

northwest rocky beaches
 waves disguise cache of prizes ~
jellyfish parade

Clams and Gooey Ducks
 hide in sandy blanket homes ~
no taste for chowder

hold your breath then dive
 Abalone glued on rocks ~
opal sheen of shells

clusters deep purple 
 swinging from rocks of fool’s gold ~
Muscles...

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While walking in the white sand by the seashore,
The seashells were many.

I liked collecting them,
There were shells of all shapes and sizes.

I was given a lovely shell,
Beautiful blue and green.

I collected shells of all shapes and sizes,
You could have a sand dollar which brings you...

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