Shells Poems - Poems about Shells

Empty shells I find on the beach can be looked at in two ways. In one aspect, they are seeds of death - the only tangible remains of once-living creatures now planted randomly in the sand, but also it can be said...

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Shells and starfish Has many meaning to me Both live in the sea....

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We were born in the crack of an egg fragile and empty with a whip of thunder and tongues of fire tasting the earth. We were born with a gram of cry and several stretches, wrapped in cloth like caterpillars and waiting for our wings... We keep our shells as a reminder of how far we have come and how fragile our cradle is. We were born in...

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waves felt the shells heavy --- till they found them on the hands of little kids...

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Many never come home from battle. Most come back for war, but not all ...

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When the words come up to end Music enters for a while And reflects what has been said In its special kind of style Through reflections I can see Pictures that I could forget If not music, with the sea And the sand that’s always wet Waves come up, and down they go Foam licks the ochre line Empty shells are rolling slow This one’s...

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What has happened To the masses Trying to pretend We're put into classes Does it really matter Who you partner with? To whom you have a natter? What advice you give? Are all lives the same? Don't you want peace? Maybe no one's to blame For past atrocities These egg shells are weak Careful where you walk They act so...

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In the petals of the mountain rose, love bloomed, For one afar, whose sight remained so blind. Through whispers of the soul, in silent rooms, Your breeze would touch my skin, a gentle find. Glances and stares, though frequent, left me unseen, Within the depths of your soul, forgotten, lost. Emotions, like frail twigs, hold memories keen, As your presence fades, I...

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Dreaming of a beach vacation...

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The swallows and falcons are out of their shells. The sky has more wings now. Spring bounds around - the foals' long legs kick up meadow buttercups. If I were younger, if I were stronger, If I were lither, I would roll in the hayfield, and not worry a bit about straw in my hair....

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Have you ever tried using your egg tooth to chip out of your blue shell self?...

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Besides a footprint, Too empty pieces of shells Spread at dune sand....

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On the horizon's thin red line is the setting sun where we walk the shoreline of crushed shells and sand hand in hand words are spoken softly, hearts softly beating Ocean waves curling to shore seabirds diving into the water, crying out as ocean breezes envelop our skin all the more The evening's colors are red and purple The sunlight fades, and stars...

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In the blinded moments, Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf… Blueness tempting awake my dreams, A heartbeat from the flaming blaze, Sunshine pouring through the clusters of Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace Aroused from the falling dew, dripping Over life, silencing the coolness – gentling Each still, soft caress from yesterday Before the moments crashed into themselves Creating the day...

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Each waves of the sea, comes to the shore to leave behind those tiny shells, who were longing to meet the sun and the land . Little did they know that their transit wasn't easy enough. Carried by each wave they saw, flying high and flowing low, Up and down sliding through the slippery path. Not just one,on thousands of ripples and tides they swayed. Just to...

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