Sand Poems - Poems about Sand

The sand swirls the seconds in a gentle ash whirlwind time blows its song upon the columns of a deaf temple the king of memories scatters his crown on dry sand the vassal of regret carries silences in sacks of heavy light each moment pulses in the palm like a glass fish I hear the future tremble under the eyelid...

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Walking barefoot along the beach the sun is setting over the waters and it paints the sky orange and pink. The wet sand squishes between my toes, I take a deep breath of the salty air close my eyes and listen to the squawk of the gulls and the waves lapping the shore. Enamored of the magical moon the waves of the...

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I'm in reflection again a rear window spy in the solitude of speechless silence at this hour, we are a poem, a cloud, no, prints in the sand, where we went when us was awakening like the mercies of a brand-new morning. Across the brown beach, tiptoed, as burrowing crabs dived, evading the wading birds- mostly egrets, and the tides flared their nostrils with the...

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Today I’m grateful for the knowledge…the ability to understand that I don’t need money or anyone’s permission to build a castle in the sand....

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We visited the Sugar Sand Festival on Clearwater Beach where we saw sculptures in the sand. Sculptures created by professional artists celebrating a time when dinosaurs roamed the land. As we viewed the sculptures so magnificent…so wondrous and grand we were reminded of a time with our children and grandchildren when we built castles in the sand. Ours were not professional in...

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Time’s long strands, a play box of sand. Young & strong, won’t spare a thought. Taut flesh frowns on a wrinkled hand. Time’s long strands, a play box of sand. Isn't a head that remembers how to stand better than a head alone, black in each spot? Time’s long strands, a play box of sand. ...

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You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass? Just a pair of eyes that now look only to see, not to feel, not to remember the echo of yesterday, without a trace of the past, without the outline of the future, just the suspended moment. A tongue dried of words, not of silence, but...

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One grain drops. Time begins, or keeps going— it’s hard to tell which. Necks pinch into purpose. Pressure makes the moment's weight— its glass throat narrows in, knowing: the longer it holds, the less it means. We reflect shapes only edges can name. We reflect edges only shapes can name. The longer it holds, the less it means— its glass throat narrows in, knowing pressure makes the moment's...

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We travel through the sand dunes, And look for oases, At nights we see the moon, And in the day-time- Look for roses. The weather so hot and cold, With sand below glittering in the sun like Gold, We feel the hot sunshine, And for a drop of cool water-We pine! Our camels look for a shelter, And our skin sweat like being next...

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Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh volcanic valley where passion’s throes are ever in abeyance as days grind on at a petty pace, as winding cathartic minds strive to be free and leave their fears...

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A flicker, a breath, a sudden bloom, then the slow, inevitable room, where shadows lengthen, and the edges blur. We chase the echoes of a whispered name, build castles of sand against the rising flame, and call it purpose, call it law. The river carves its path, indifferent, deep, while we, like leaves, in restless currents sleep,...

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Words etched soft on transient golden shore, love's fleeting phrases tides will soon ignore. A whispered name, a heart drawn in the sand, a fragile promise held in trembling hand. The sun descends, a fiery fading kiss, as waves encroach on moments such as this. Each grain a witness to a tender plea, a silent story for the boundless sea. The wind, a...

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In the sand plastic beach balls beached l e a c h e d into the sand cleanup summer season footsteps ping a on the sand e l ecologists preached beseeched o u t r e a c h e d to teach the reason of the sand f e l l flat deaf ears the sea searched screeched...

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Two hearts written In sandy shores Is passed and short. No wonder hap Romantic do Seek joy short live. Live not penchant Dream love that paint In sandy shore. True love is etched Inside the heart Forever lived....

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The sun descends from the sky, Another day now at its end. More grains of sand slip through the glass, Measuring the time I have left to spend. It makes me wonder to myself, Is all I've done truly enough? Will God welcome me with a smile, Or will I be another soul to rebuff? When God looks down from his throne, Will...

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