Sand Poems - Poems about Sand

Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand, A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry, Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity, Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence. I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon, Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes, While butterflies, with...

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I was sitting near the shore, listening to the waves. The blue and the night sky spoke to me like never before. Their distant voices became dull— something inside me twirled. The sound of the waves was just like the voices, long forgotten. Sand...

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waves pound rocky coast wafting winds blow former rock Sand dunes on the beach smooth Path through the woods oaks and maples provide shade deer hide from the sun ...

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Early morning is the perfect time to walk the beach, the cool water licks at my feet. The soft sand is like walking on a pillow, pretty seashells yell-pick me up. My day started off with a bit of heaven on earth....

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to rbs dear friend glad getting some time relax got me thinking burden life facts water and wind sand and ocean walks and swims sends away all tension except maybe mention envy needs intervention...

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And lo of that wave riven coast That bounding sea who cries here most On wind tossed shores where teardrops sown Yearn to make their passions known Forever clasped with lover with foe Whereon? Only the horizon knows Forever onward hand in hand Wave tossed sea and battered strand Face to face they lie Murmuring their sad goodbyes Tumultuous wave to scarred shoreline Their bond no...

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He loved me before I broke. Back when he could hold me and my shattered pieces would remain whole, instead of slipping through his fingers like weightless sand. He loved me. But his hands were the orifice of the hourglass, and when the last grain of my sanity fell to his feet, he knew— our time was up. ...

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Driving through the desert vast ...

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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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