Seashell Poems - Poems about Seashell

the wind spins my waters it whirls and splits my waves until I am the shell of a story between the shore and the tide hold me to your ear, and I will quiver to your touch, sing the sorrow of the sea, sandcastles and the sky say that sometimes you still see the beautiful innocence of everything in the distance ...

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Your words outshined the Anicii house's marbles ~ but not pearly truth ...

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I found a seashell in the car today; it rolled into her deserted footwell as I turned into our old parking bay; it lay, with all the stories it could tell. We gathered it, together, on some beach the girl and I, amidst the water, wine, hypothesis of things beyond our reach; when was that? Oh, the summer 69, I think, it’s hard...

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Soft and feathery and illusive Each word a woven world of fantasy An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion Musical, distant and serene Aesthetic shelters like seashells Cast by the angst of the ocean ...

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He brings seashells to the seashore. She sells shells and a whole lot more. He surfs on highs of the sky in pictures of memories of times that are past. She slinks by him over hill and dale and lays her days in fields of grass. He thinks he'll never be worthy of her time and energy. She sees him...

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I wash up on a beach Feeling weird as I am no longer moving A child walks past I feel optimistic until it has been many children all walking past Am I not pretty? I wonder You are pretty enough, another seashell says I was pretty enough too. Never give up on yourself. I wait patiently and wait and wait and wait and Wait! Why not me? I yell...

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"Seashells travel they sell pushed by the wind and breeze desolation faith command pulled a travel by The Wave clear quietly as the mist droplets of rain forging down stormy now the shore swiftly fights the ship now the clear seashell that's courage it views love desires to endure and not fall endure the stormy...

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flatness__ charged words. bellowed//out\\wardness i chashed utterfly wing : eXPLOSING butter memory _(ubble Head > -- huggly faceSMEARED tears OF NO path/ i .AUGH caught said she/he said \ she left: oh no said HE: the divine i spoke \ i was that never good| the skin of my animal ... of all these of all silence and...

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The day shines like gems Glistening in the sunlight I feel rich today I find a seashell I listen for the ocean The sea comes to me Found the mother load The gold mine was in her eyes I'm rich forever......

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On the depths of the ocean floor, a seashell drifted all alone. How vacuous she felt in her soul and so incredibly cold! Tossed about by indifferent schools of fish that hurriedly swam by. Beautiful fish, utterly deaf to that shell's painful, lonely cries. Schools of them, in a gigantic hurry. Who cared if a shell had worries? They were the elite of...

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Receding waters allowed me to walk on the heart of the ocean floor. The lady of the ocean extended her hand — the wings of a seashell soared. God heard boldness tempered with timidity — cherry redness ingratiated on warm cheeks. A taciturn excitement parted her lips — the Lord eager to give her all that she seeks. One shell hailed from the...

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As I walk the soft velvet sand, ...

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lazing by the shore whispers flee from ebbing tides winds howl in silence...

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Nostalgic memories when I was young Of taking long trips along the Maine coast I loved to go to the beach and have some fun When life was simple and fun was foremost It was a long ride along a windy scenic route While watching for the landmark of the dinosaur rock My parents laughed, my Father sang, it was a...

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My poetry! Oh, what a pain, before I learn what it's about, If you agree in part, in main, for you it's simple, shut me out! Feel damned if I forget at all, a single note of muse's call, Shoals lying sharp beneath soft waves, mute evidence of sailors' graves! Does ocean's void not thirst for bones of dying...

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