Shells Poems - Poems about Shells

Born in Lyme Regis Dorset a palaeontologist fossil collector in the English Channel marine bed cliffs and a coprolites (faeces) detector who at only twelve years old found the first two skeletons plesiosaur and outside Germany that of a pterosaur yet as a woman who did not always receive full credit for her scientific contributions and ineligible to join to their discredit the Geological Society of London while...

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Isn't it funny how people see money pieces of metal so very small there's not a lot you can do with a penny or two money itself has really no uses at all it used to be beads and once it was shells at least you could wear them and buy or sell how many have a dim view of money pieces of...

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up the hill so I can see you tootle-ha and wielding your smile from dawn to twilight waving tootle-loo in valley I can touch your flesh eat you up with you sup my buttercup of moonshine no need to move lips in your arms can hear chest beating and the roar of the sea as your lips slip between shells and the sun melts me up on top you look down at me I’m the...

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Once upon a time on the sands she thought she found true love then one day he went his way what was she dreaming of now she walks the shoreline alone along the low water mark searching for seashells on her own from sunrise until dark at the end of the tunnel there's always a light a ray of hope...

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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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