Seashells Poems

SEASHELLS AND PEARLS

SEASHELLS AND PEARLS
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I wander,
barefoot,
the cool sand cradling my soles,
each step a soft conversation
with the earth,
the salty air,
a gentle caress.

I gather the whispers of the sea,
the glimmer of shells,
the soft glow of pearls,
and I carry them within me,
treasures, reminders that beauty lies
not just in the grand,
but in the quiet, delicate moments
shimmering in the stillness.

BEACH

BEACH
water
sandy shore


picking up seashells
making big sand castles
playing in the blue water


"lasting beach dreams of childhood days"

Seashells and Sorrows

The ocean is home to a curation of shells,
The type you admire, the kind you call into,
The ones that whisper stories the sea never tells.
The peach and the pink, the pastels and the white —
All of them bring such a sense of delight.

I trace my finger over each and every grove and indent,
Each fracture and

Seashells

Passion had finally washed away my serene demeanor. As I gaze toward the vast expanse of beach at Coney Island, my heart stirs at the sight of a couple strolling leisurely along the boardwalk. I can't help but picture us together on the sun-soaked shores of Barbados, our bare feet sinking into the warm, golden

White seashells

Now I am taking a walk along the shore;
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling my feet;
There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair
As I

Mom

Your locs are a crown 
I hope you know that 
Don’t ever slick them back
Into the suffocating ponytail that you once wore 
Your voice, soothing like seashells 
Blue like the waves 
That we watch together 
You lay down your barriers 
And I draw near 
You listen to my complaints 
I fear nothing but the times

seashells

volumes are written
on each shell on the seashore ---
children read them well

seashells

rough ridgid edges 
washed up from watery grave
nestled on the sand

Seashells

mysterious shells
 washed up with ocean tides 
a ray of colors

Collecting Tide's Gifts

The tide weaves and wends
its' way among the pier posts
where I will dig for tiny
shark's teeth and whelks in the sand;
I love making genuine oceanside jewelry.

Jewelry Treasures

digging for tiny 
seashells beneath wooden piers
i found a sharks tooth
a perfect centerpiece for-
the necklace I will create



 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE' Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
5-31-2022

Seashells

Sue sells shells.  She sells seashells by the seashore at
      "Sue's Seashell Shop".
          Sadly some of the seashells she sells are surreptitiously 
             stockpiled since they were stealthily

Sally Sells Seashells, Rethinks Career

*Image of Seashell On Beach Sand by Pixabay.

"A seashell should be the crest of England, not only because it represents a power built on the waves, but also the hard finish of the men." 
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sally Sells Seashells, Rethinks Career

A shell lies ashore by the sea
freely moves about as waves drift in
the seawater

Seashells

angry at the waves
on thrown out of the safe sea
happy in child's hands

09 July 2021

Echo In Seashells

The seashore is seldom silent,
never mourning nor forlorn,
for relentless waves 
called on the roll, roar in.

The play's cast of waves
cheered on by the wind,
stand up, 
break into applause,
take a bow
and curtain call 
together.

Whooping with delight
they crash, splash,
hiss and fizz,
peal endless
in crescendo swishes.

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