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Hermit Crab Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem Separate bedrooms haiku Charlie Knowlton Haiku Haiku hermit crab, break up, love, marriage,
Ship-wretched Terry Flood Rhyme Rhyme hermit crab, beach, food, sea,
Premium Member Poem Happy Heaven Hermit charles messina Rhyme Rhyme hermit crab, inspirational love,
Ballad of a Hermit Crab Derek Chos Prose Prose hermit crab, depression,
Premium Member Poem Hermit Crab John Anderson Haiku Haiku hermit crab, nature, ocean,
So it goes-homeward bound kathy tauber Prose Poetry Prose Poetry hermit crab, absence, introspection,
Sand Dollar Dreams Heather Ober Haibun Haibun hermit crab, memory, nature,
Hermit crab David Brown Couplet Couplet hermit crab, dark, metaphor,
who am i peter hoopert Rhyme Rhyme hermit crab, lost, missing,
Premium Member Poem sands liam mcdaid Free verse Free verse hermit crab, ocean, romance, romantic, sea,
Who Buys,Who Sells suleimon bamidele BALOGUN Dramatic monologue Dramatic monologue hermit crab, places
.~69~. /Zodiac.Race/ Nate D. Limerick Limerick hermit crab, girlfriend-boyfriend
Mr. Crab and Mr. Anemone Beau Regard Narrative Narrative hermit crab, animals, children, funny, seame,
Premium Member Poem Rex the Hermit Crab Caryl Muzzey Limerick Limerick hermit crab, sea
Rummage Failure Andrew Gallagher Free verse Free verse hermit crab, lost love, lovegreen,
Hermit Crab Danielle White Quatrain Quatrain hermit crab, allegory, animals, sea, ocean,
Hermit Crab romeo naces Senryu Senryu hermit crab, animals, funny, nature,

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Hermit Crab Poem Example

Sand Dollar Dreams

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 wrap around myself. I can hear the pulse of faraway waves, the faint hum of the wind, the nonsensical call of distant seagulls. I can hear my own heartbeat, pounding along with the waves. 

As I kick off my sandals, my spirit steps out of my body, leaving behind the material baggage of city life. The sand is soggy beneath my feet and I know my footprints will disappear when the sea rises, as if I were never here at all. 

It's low tide, that magical time when the sea recedes to reveal the ocean floor. Grooves of sand catch pockets of water that are half-buried mirrors, reflecting pale blue sky and slices of violet sunlight that glitter like chipped diamond. 


a vocal seagull descends toward liquid skies – reflections ripple
At low tide, a second beach emerges, stretching all the way across the bay to the opposite shore. I walk slowly, tasting salt on the breeze as it runs invisible fingers through my hair. Strands sweep across my face, catching in my eyelashes before fluttering free once more. The beach is a dream catcher, snagging small treasures when the sea withdraws. And I am a child again, fascinated by the hermit crab retreating into his shell as I approach. I spot the dimpled surface of an urchin’s shell peeking out from wrinkled sand. Other shells are scattered across the beach, some upside down, exposing smooth, pearly souls.
a tiny starfish drifts beneath placid water – lost constellation
When I find a sand dollar, my breath catches. It’s perfectly whole, with smooth, rounded edges and clean, ivory skin. It’s heavy and light all at once, the flawless design at its center subtle and brilliant, like a delicate floral tattoo. How many hours had I spent here as a child, searching for this transitory coin? My eyes fill with unexpected tears as my vision wavers behind distorted pools of grief. I’m half-blind until I blink, releasing salty rivers down my cheeks. Even then, my sight is murky. My tears taste like the ocean and I think, suddenly: Whose tears fill the sea? Written: November 4, 2015 For Charlotte's "Creative Haibuns" Contest

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