#seaglass - Hello Poetry

The salty breeze Such a nostalgic smell As we comb the beach Looking for shells As the gulls overhead Squawk and they cry We lie in the sun Not a cloud in the sky All these unique rocks As far as can see And each of them has Their own story My hair always tussled By the breeze I walk and I smile And I look out to sea

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC

relishrain

Salty Breeze

The salty breeze Such a nostalgic smell As we comb the beach Looking for shells As the gulls overhead Squawk and they cry We lie in the sun Not a cloud in the sky All these unique rocks As far as can see And each of them has Their own story My hair always tussled By the breeze I walk and I smile And I look out to sea

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i am seaglass collect me along the shore i am once jagged edges now dulled by time and salt wounds full of salt i have forgotten what sweet is foggy clouded clarity lost for the sake of beauty i am discarded collect me along the shore i am scattered in pieces that no longer fit together curves and waves i am tough i am smooth i have lived my life in rough waters water and rock have rearranged my shape i am under your feet collect me along the shore

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC

WickedHope

Seaglass (Collect Me Along The Shore)

i am seaglass collect me along the shore i am once jagged edges now dulled by time and salt wounds full of salt i have forgotten what sweet is foggy clouded clarity lost for the sake of beauty i am discarded collect me along the shore i am scattered in pieces that no longer fit together curves and waves i am tough i am smooth i have lived my life in rough waters water and rock have rearranged my shape i am under your feet collect me along the shore

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Yawning ocean current swallows hollow bottles crushed for blasting back to shore exquisite sparkles. Grace that bears our abject sorrows costs a change forever lasting: birth again as broken marvels.

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Apr 4, 2021

Apr 4, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC

Rasa

Sea Glass Grace

Yawning ocean current swallows hollow bottles crushed for blasting back to shore exquisite sparkles. Grace that bears our abject sorrows costs a change forever lasting: birth again as broken marvels.

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I'll take my own experience, Wrap it up and tie it in a bow. I'll take all the things I've felt, Make it poetic and put it in a show. I will build walls around my heart, Then talk about how roses bloom in the cracks. And I'll tell them how you kisses me where you punched, But never tell them I punched back. I will write monologues about the sky And how it reminds me of your hair Or perhaps a sonnet About how I never really cared. I'll take my abandonment issues and sob stories Into the palm of my hand Then crush it into stardust And try to be the sea glass in a beach full of sand But no matter how many Metaphores or analogies I create I can make words beautiful But never my feelings fake. We are poets stuck in a cycle, Blooming blossoms that never change. We are artists making art Out of the beauty of pain.

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Nov 1, 2018

Nov 1, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC

Tyler_The_Cactus

Why (are) all the poets depressed

I'll take my own experience, Wrap it up and tie it in a bow. I'll take all the things I've felt, Make it poetic and put it in a show. I will build walls around my heart, Then talk about how roses bloom in the cracks. And I'll tell them how you kisses me where you punched, But never tell them I punched back. I will write monologues about the sky And how it reminds me of your hair Or perhaps a sonnet About how I never really cared. I'll take my abandonment issues and sob stories Into the palm of my hand Then crush it into stardust And try to be the sea glass in a beach full of sand But no matter how many Metaphores or analogies I create I can make words beautiful But never my feelings fake. We are poets stuck in a cycle, Blooming blossoms that never change. We are artists making art Out of the beauty of pain.

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Green eyes, worn Like sea glass left behind. Unsure, impure, so full of faults. The pull irresistible Wave after wave of sagacity. I won’t falter, But, gladly, I’ll drown In pools, sea glass green.

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May 21, 2018

May 21, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC

SilverLaughter

Sea Glass

Green eyes, worn Like sea glass left behind. Unsure, impure, so full of faults. The pull irresistible Wave after wave of sagacity. I won’t falter, But, gladly, I’ll drown In pools, sea glass green.

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