#seashells
I will give them away to a sea.
Long time ago,
I picked them up from a beach.
I wanted to own them,
I wanted them to be mine.
But they haven't become mine.
They will never be mine.
Like kidnapped children
they have been waiting all this time,
hoping to see the home again.
I will give them away to a sea,
for the longer I keep them, the longer
I feel their pain.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
Sunset seashells
Meditate like monks
and exotic ballerinas
Soothe of Evening
Waves moon and stars
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:04 PM UTC
The Glistening seashells
Upon the Diamond
Moonlit Shore
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
The wave of the Oceans
as they crash into the rocks
With a powerful driven force
near the Ocean sea docks
The waves driving force that is
Driven by strong winds and
The Water waves rolling in and
out to sea again
As you sit or even stand
along the shoreline to explore,
discovering seaweed, starfish and seashells, along the wet sandy shores
On the beach you see a crab
as it crawls along the sand,
as you begin to enjoy the
shoreline while holding
sand in your hands
The Clashing tides of the high seas
are Traveling fast at top speed
as to a strong tsunami
Slowly rising up to your knees
A wonderful feeling to go
and explore the Oceans so deep
Along the shoreline to explore
The Oceans deepest peak
B.R.
Date: 1/14/2024
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
here, time is a truck
with waxed wheels. but it
keeps pacing, keeps paving the path
to destruction; in dreams, I pluck
myself from its sheath, let it sweep
over me like a tide; on the
ground, I gather my garments,
as stones and seashells, slip
into their ethers, where eternity
waits. here, pyramids don’t converge
as they taper; they tunnel
like a lair that has lost its lucidity
& I’m wandering within their walls,
clueless, clouded—a captive child
eager to escape into enlightenment,
or another dream, where bliss befalls.
this is a paper-dream gobbling
reality—down to its
bone, bruised bare & bleeding.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
Will There Be Starlight
by Michael R. Burch
Will there be starlight
tonight
while she gathers
damask
and lilac
and sweet-scented heathers?
And will she find flowers,
or will she find thorns
guarding the petals
of roses unborn?
Will there be moonlight
tonight
while she gathers
seashells
and mussels
and albatross feathers?
And will she find treasure
or will she find pain
at the end of this rainbow
of moonlight on rain?
Published by The Chained Muse, Famous Poets and Poems, Grassroots Poetry, Inspirational Stories, Jenion, Poetry Webring, Starlight Archives, TALESetc, The Word (UK), Writ in Water
Keywords/Tags: Night, starlight, moonlight, mystery, flowers, roses, petals, thorns, seashells, feathers, rain, rainbow, treasure, *** of gold, romance, romantic, romanticism, love, passion, desire, longing
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC
And we went
to the sea shore...
Far away from
all the bustling little town
I collected all the seashells
While she collected
the perfect ones...
We then filled our bags
with a bunch of seashells
But what I collected
the most was
a bunch of memories.....
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
slow clouds pass above
ebb and flow, dissolving sand
sun glints broken shells
ALesiach © 8/2016
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Sometimes I wake up
To seconds that float in oblivion
Before it all floods back in waves
Dreams sewed into webs of thread
Sunshine caught in shards of glass
Seashells echoed on ears' shores
But in a sanctuary of stars
Lies the peaceful silence of unborn stars
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
black circles traced his eyes
and a headache for days,
he forgot all he used to be
replacing those lonely nights
with tears to keep him company
he took everything he had
and soon went missing
not from the world
but from himself
smoking sativa
to try and bring him down
from the fog
of the clouds
a backpack full of
broken dreams
and bottled memories
he crushed them
and threw them into the tide
waiting for the waves
to turn them into seashells
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
Like the waves,
Who ebb and flow,
Like the shells,
With colours galore,
Like the trees,
And where they grow.
There is one thing,
That you should know,
You are always,
Where you're meant to be,
Who you're meant to be,
Save yourself,
From the sorrow.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
During youth I was quite the collector
of ocean cretin's annealed sandcastles
Though the hosts inside could not be cheaper,
their fleshy coats were worth all the hassles
Content I was amassing worn seashells;
monthly did this fine collection accrue
Though furnished, barren felt those wooden shelves,
as even pearls are lesser than a jewel
Still, the sand was warm; the waves were soothful
and regardless of what hollowness struck,
the beach granted a chance to feel fruitful
so long as one had either skill or luck
Alone was I, but daresay not lonely,
but I was not merry until married.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
the melancholy of the moment hit me hard
like a rain check ten minutes before meeting
i've been on that road probably a thousand
times since last may
but something about the sunshine and the
slightly balmy breeze of late april
made me crave you in a way i hadn't before
i craved the way you always smelled like
essential oils and organic moisturizer
the seashells on your window frame
the creak in the floorboards in your entryway
the wind in my hair as i rode my bike to your
house, barely even able to wait long enough
for the white walk signal
i miss that
and it vanished right before my eyes
it's like every i touch falls apart
and i can't do anything to stop it
the funny things was
it started raining
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Once upon a time,
Someone lived in me
I sheltered them,
And protected them,
Provided a place to hide from the world’s sorrow,
And to brace it’s storms
One day,
I was left alone
I was abandoned,
Left empty and hollow
The current took a toll,
It pushed and pulled
The ocean spit me out,
Broken and weak
I found myself wedged between two boulders,
Unable to move with the sea
Then I was found !
By someone who accepted my broken parts
She thought I was different,
My journey made me different
Because each journey is unique to its owner,
And it is theirs alone
Now, I’m on her window sill,
A place of value
Everyday she admires my beauty and my scars,
She accepts what is,
And that is enough.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
I wish I was there again.
I wish everything that’s in my head got lost at sea,
that all I could taste was salty air.
I wish I was walking in the little shops
that all sold seashells and starfish.
I wish everywhere I was I could hear the crashing tide;
calling me back to the cold, fresh, water.
I wish my feet were buried in warm sand,
hiding from the chilling breeze.
I wish I was where time slowed to a stop,
where I had all the time in the world.
I wish I was staring into a never ending horizon,
where I wasn’t always running to catch up.
Where all I had to do was breathe in and breathe out.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
What if Sally never sold the seashells?
What if she simply strolled the seashore without wanting any more?
With nothing to do but to love and adore?
Because she knew well that deep down in her core,
She had more in this present moment than ever before.
So instead of setting up shop and selling some shells,
She took a moment to stop and started smelling the smells.
Sally smelt the breeze both wispy and sweet,
And she felt the ocean kissing her feet.
And in that present moment she understood the truth,
That wealth was not acquired behind some seashell booth,
But rather it was in the sea and in the shells themselves,
And never could it be found on some capitalistic shelves,
Sally smiled because she knew so much more than before,
She smiled because she knew the tide would bring more shells ashore.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
I remember pressing my
innocent ears to the mouths
of discarded seashells, just to
hear their secrets; and I shared mine.
They told me secrets in the form of
ocean waves and whispers of wind
between the fingers of the palms.
On days that I feel the world
crumbling and combusting
around me, I press my wiser
ears to the same lips that kept
all my secrets safe. I remember
the advice seashells gave to a
young girl who'd felt discarded.
Be like the ocean, let it flow.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
see I wrote my pains plain because I know the struggles real well,
now the only shells I see are seashells,
now we pass the days surfing wave breaks no emails,
and all seems swell as we swim out when the sea swells.
Swimming in an ocean,
in a rainstorm,
lightening lights the liquid horizon, thunder cracks waves crash,
beautiful chaos,
within and without,
choppy waters commanding currents,
no definitive lines everything’s blurring.
She’s with me,
an angelic beauty,
fittingly,
from The City of Angels,
as am I,
we find,
we’ve found,
beautiful chaos in this ocean and these thunderous sounds...
The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16
∆
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
No two seashells are the same;
but then, to be invariable would be a shame.
To be unique is a gift you see,
to be you is the best way to be.
All seashells are grouped together in the sea and onshore,
their differences are irrelevant - their worth is the same at the core.
Some are able to float away from distress,
while others merely sink under the pressure I must confess.
Some are captivating and beautiful beyond compare,
while some are unpropitious with signs of wear and tear.
Yet despite their differences each one has an admirer,
and whether whole or broken each one is a survivor.
No two seashells are the same, it's true -
nor are two humans invariable - let this message get through.
To be unique is a gift you see,
to be you is the best way to be.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Ages pass
and
shells of resistance
shrivel up and die
leaving a fresh new chrysalis
resting in their place.
Like a shiny newborn baby
wiping the crust from its eyes
with tiny curled hands
fingernails as small as sand
and
love of life
has wedged its way
beyond all hints of
**** negativity
and
the only way forward
is found
before the sun even rises.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
A storm was rolling in
Over the ocean waves,
And I sat in the sand
And broke shells into
Shards with my hands.
It wasn't hard, and I
Thought of how strange
A corpse to be so colorful,
So incredibly beautiful.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
We picked the seashells on the shore,
You hear them whisper in your ears,
I always love to hear you share what they speak,
Their words with different voices,
I always thought you just pretend,
So I pretended to understand,
Now you are far
Beyond the horizon that we see
Whenever we watch the sun wake and sleep,
I picked a seashell on the shore
And hear it whisper in my ear,
I hear your voice saying I love you.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
I want sunflowers
On my doorstep
And butterflies
In my hair
I want sand
Between my toes
And seashells
In my hand
I want raindrops
On my lips
And your breath
Against my skin
I want your fingers
Playing with my hair
And my knees
Going weak
I want the world
To stop
When you press
Your lips to mine
I want to see the sunset
In your arms
And the stars
To twinkle in your eyes
I want to be
The only girl you'll ever need
And for forever
To start with me
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC