Crabs Poems - Poems about Crabs

...I loved my life on the fish quay, among the fisherman's bays, Just to be involved in fish, And learn a skill that pays. Filleting fish all-day long, For chefs with Michelin stars, Local chippi......Read the rest...

...Tell me Have you ever felt you could runway Far away to a secret place Where time stands still The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face. Well come! Take my hand And I'll take you to that pl......Read the rest...

...A grain of sand. Is too meek to stand. Why are you so small? Why are you stuck on my beach ball? I can’t hear you. You are stuck in my shoe! My shoe, I am shaking. And you are quaking. As you......Read the rest...

...a small green gecko smiling in the palapa watching everything arachnids calmly weave intricate spiderwebs waiting in shadows a striped iguana sunbathing on the smooth rocks watching the......Read the rest...

...A pair of doves preen and prim as the Night is almost done. And perched on a favored limb, they await the rising sun. As Sol rises from below, darkness slowly fades away. And as a pal......Read the rest...

... *Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity. "Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled for 2023." "I don't understand, dear." "......Read the rest...

...Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life. Are two beings of any species perfectly the same? Could the resemblance of a thing be its exactness too? Isn't each creature a mini-u......Read the rest...

...I was wondering when you will come, the year is almost done, and here I am in this place with little hope of joining the human race again. Here I am in this peculiar place looking for an escape route......Read the rest...

...Sand dollars covers the crusted sandy shores after the tides roll in and back the sea turtles scurry across tiny crabs while sea urchins lie on their backs herons scratch their long legs slee......Read the rest...

...Most the things that mostly crawl Mostly cost the most of all Like crabs and snails and lobster claw Pray the day that prices fall......Read the rest...

...Flesh fuels fire. Spirit yields. There's body-soul fusion. Springs up, will to power, and power to will illusion Narcissistic senses and sensations amalgamated Moral fibre, like worn-out dental ro......Read the rest...

...Morning Slumbering in the shallow of sleep where memories of movies are seen The shift of the pebbles nibbled by tiny crabs senses of songs “ What was is all about Alfie?” Repeat itself sa......Read the rest...

...I entered a competition In a gardening magazine. I had to write a poem About a garden I had seen. I chose a lovely garden That was here in my mind. A piece of imagination Where flamingo's co......Read the rest...

...ON DAY 1 of Noel my sweetie gave to me a Bluejay in a Fir Tree! ON DAY 2 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree ......Read the rest...

...Staying on a promontory, I watch, The wobbling mass of water below. Before my eyes, The sea stretches far; An infinite scroll of chiffon, Rolling and unrolling In shades of green and ......Read the rest...