Crab Poems - Poems about Crab

Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most, though, has to be the cross street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jacksons house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go...

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When cooking something hot, The oven mitts you grab. Pulling them on, you think, “Am I a wanna-be crab?”...

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Bloody Crab-Apples Savor The Vervant Abundance!!! Why Would We: Be So Bold??? We Know What WE Like!! WHEN We ...

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I love the ocean. I sleep in wet sand. My biggest fear is a child's little hand. You guessed my secret. Don't ever blab. Yours, sincerely, A Friendly Sand Crab....

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hermit's shell feeling way too tight of fit had to go off it slipped as naked crab stole a conch clad in nacre pearl ...

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little wounded crab walking down the sandy beach tasty seagull meal...

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Nomads, crabs aspire Forsaken shells for tasking. Seas' wanderers rest....

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-Let's see Cortinario with fattened foot If you answer me, who says To everyone who sees him: If my mouth opens You'll open too. Clytocibe: -The Flycatcher From the Cathedral of Burgos. -Very well Cortinario You know what you know. -Today are you going to take the mules to water At the fountain in Ejido? -Why do you say that? -Because when you come for water From the...

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blue crabs cross the road scurry through the sandy grass nearing water’s edge ...

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we ate at a fancy restaurant tonight – me and daughter Lou. I knew my order before arriving, but Lou reads the menu. Freddy, our waiter, came back several times but she was not ready. I had not eaten since seven a.m. I was shaky, sleep-deprived, unsteady. Lou was torn between a crab dish that looked awful, soupy and...

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The storm had loosened the crabs last desperate grip and lifted it up on a wave, flung it onto rocks to let it die on its back. I looked at it with pity, picked it up and set it down, right way up. In death, its claws still held strands of bright green weed, the shell bore a fatal crack. In two minds, I left...

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I can stand for hours watching the life of the pool go around. Sparkling, shimmering water. Sandy bottoms surrounded by tiny green rock faces, All dotted by little caves, Sprigs of waving sea weed in all different hues, Only this sea weed moves in this watery jewellry box. Just sit still and watch, a tiny head pops out of one of...

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Blue blood horseshoe crab A million crabs milked each year for humankind to detect vaccine contamination. blue, ghastly, gruesome, repugnant!...

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The little crab broke his claw That he used as a paw It's now long gone Eaten just like a bone By a fish that they call slaw...

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