Love Poems About Snail or Snail Love Poems
by Wilma Neels |
Categories: dedication, friendship,

'Missy nikko'


you possess an amazing aura of love and care just like me we sometimes use our words to deal with the storms in our life the little battles no one knows about, sometimes disappear just because you decide to smile and share your wit, rather than dwell on the things you have no control over -- we don't need a lot to make our friendship work just our mutual madness, care, laughter and the internet or sometimes snail mail... You are an amazing person and I am blessed to call you my friend --- *mwahugs*
©261220110810


by Charlene McCutcheon |
Categories: beach, childhood, family, grandfather, joy, love, ocean,

Bucket Full of Love

In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.

Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!" 
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won. 

Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!


by KAYOD5 Kayode |
Categories: love, romance,

My life changer

May Heavens bless you today,
Young Lilly of Yoruba tribe.

Like sun shining upon caked sheabutter,
Is your resurrecting touch on my cheek;
For joy returns speedily to my moody heart,
Even as you wrap me in your nursing hands.

Cold of loneliness once froze me up,
How warm is the sweet smile on your face,
And when you shroud me, like shell its snail;
Newness replaces my sloughing  age;
Goddess of love can not be kinder,
Even when I think my sun is eclipsed,
Rising it is, because you truly care. 



by Kolapo Olapoju |
Categories: lost love, love,

CUPID KARMA

Stupid you,Stoic me
You moved fast,i stood glued
Still and Passive


Hardened by my pride
detached but committed
I'm snail,she's cheetah


Eventually ,I'll awake
Lofty hope she carried
scary wish i pursued


Alas,i did rise
but her wait had lapsed
the cheetah had lost its limbs


Indifferent to my plight
she charted a new course
the tide favor me not

Aloof,i think out loud
I used to be here


Now,the scales have tipped
But brown,I'm ready now
Yet,your ego fails me

by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: computer-internet, life, life, life, morning,

Cyber Life

Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
Reviewing messages left in email,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.
A friend in Oz is sharing a sweet tale,
No longer taking two weeks by snail-post,
Instantly old letters begin to pale,
A social existence but what is the cost?
No love letters tied with ribbons of red,
A way of life now seems to have been lost.
The world is quiet, words no longer said,
A text message has replaced a quick call,
An alien tongue now spelt as it is read.
Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.




Form: Terza Rima Sonnet

by arthur weil |
Categories: age, appreciation, family, grandchild, growth, life, love,

On the Go

You can’t bury him yet
The wise old owl well fed
Eyes keen, a healthy spleen
A wrinkled face shows a has-been

But not so fast
Old hickory not passed
But vigilant and wise
Wisdom his greatest prize

He saunters slowly like a snail
His stories, jokes are all old mail
His humor, full of jest
Tall tales believed are just the best

He loves his kids
And grandkids in the midst
Penuriously slaved
Years of elements braved

He’s yearned it, earned it
While life has taught him quite a bit
So when you pass him say “hello”
Not finished yet, his life is on the go


by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: beauty, happiness, joy, love,

Love in the sunshine

Shimmering light
The lily pond
The music of your eye
The touch of your arm
Your always honey smell.
I love.

Rustling trees in a row,
A wide green lawn;
People stoop to see small flowers.

A snail on the path.
The perfecton of the shell.
I believe

Unusually tall dandelions
at the edge of this wood
Wave in the warm west wind.
We smile.

Sitting pen in hand
I wonder what I would have written
In all the letters I've not sent you.

Far away on the Ridgeway,
Cars,seem small as ants,
Rush towards the motorway.
They make us laugh.
How green the meadows are
How fresh the old trees.

I gaze at you.
I find I am.
It's mutual.
I thank you.

by Gary Fields |
Categories: lost love

A Lost Snail Love

Why my Snail left
I soon forget the
Reason why,
All that I know is
He left such an empty
Plate,
Such an empty trace
Which I did not even
Want to try and erase
Fore he was a Snail
Like no other,
He was a friend,
My brother and
A meal like no other
And other thing's that
I wish not to divulge
At this time,
But anyway.
All I know is
If he come's back
He will be mind this time
I will have him over
Along with a sweet, sweet wine
And the Tatar Sauce
Ummmmmm.......
Then and only then
Will he ever be mind
Surfice to say,
That he will never
Have to stand in line
Again

              GF

by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: absence, beautiful, bird, cry, deep, how i feel, imagery,

Love sick is a horrid hang-up

Love sick is a horrid hang-up,
to know that no one with call you,
or no one cares for you not one living thing;
Not even a snail moving slowly in a gutter,
or a snake slithering in desert sand pools,
not even that one beautiful girl with diamond eyes;
not one will ever come and just talk.

I hear the birds talking back and forth to each other,
five in the morning in the cool dawn morning;
I think they talk of me- (who is that brown-eyed boy,
-who cries such tears of sorrow-)
I don't think that though- they must be talking of the morning sunrise.
They might not even know that I'm down here thinking of them up there-
-or do they?)

.2.23.2014.

by john tanaskow |
Categories:

listen to the crickets

sit here and let me tell you a tale
it's about a boy who move's like a snail 

there something he love so much
the god's come down just to touch

can turn a angle green with envy
weather an arc angel or from the levy

for a demon it can ring the bell
even if there in the pit of hell

see this is what he dose 
this is what he loves 

before the sun comes up
he's not gonna shut up

the moons still out 
he's gonna shout

he put the head phones on
there he gos yea he's gone

it dosen't matter the season
even when it's frezen' 

watching the bats dance on there wings
with the music up loud he sings

by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: dedication, loveme, sensual, , cute,

I Finally Fell

I can’t believe her heart finally fell
And got imprisoned in this tempting town,
Love has glued me to a girl with a gorgeous gown
Oh Carol has gotten me into this sensual spell.
I’m addicted… like a snail can’t shed its shell
She is now my queen; she won my colorful crown,
In my pleasant palace she’s got no face to frown,
She’ll be the golden bucket in my wealthy well.

Our love will last forever… sweeter than vanilla,
Our bond will remain bold, bright and beautiful
We’ll always be lively and lovely in my virtuous villa.
And our children will be cool, cute and colorful
I’ll be her power, pole and pleasant pillar
She’ll always be a wife that’s worthy and wonderful


by Gary Fields |
Categories: funny

When You Were My Snail

I love my snail
From near to far
Sometime's I can see him
Just under the wheel's
Of my car
Though he may sometimes'
Be late,
But it take's so many
To fill a empty plate
I sit by the log
How long must it take
Fore he is fabulous
He taste just like stake
With a little gravy at the side
He is indeed a pleasure
To ever fill my plate
This I just can't hide
Fore-
His promptness just can't
Be denied

P.S.  I AM WAITING FOR YOU BUDDY!

GF

by Sidney Beck |
Categories: imagery, true love,

HOMELESS NO MORE

HOMELESS NO MORE


Soul at home with itself
In old shoe or snail shell,
Fits in or out of the foam -
Sole or roof - always at home.

First meeting your love that day,
Know at once what she will say,
Hug without thinking on the shore,
Unknown but knowing  her from before,

With every fibre of every sense.
A seashore of experience,
Smell touch sound taste sight,
Engulfs the flooding bight.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………….
NOTE

The first meeting with your true love commonly causes a feeling that you’ve known her before.


by Peter Akinjute |
Categories: adventure, life, lost love, love, sad, life,

In A Search

There comes a snail
out of a hole,
in search of a more pleasant
place to live.

Neglecting the coolness of the hole and,
seeking for a different kind of life.
Moving into the more sunny and
breezy light of life.

Becoming the happiest of a newly found home,
a home away from home;
Suddenly asked to return to his shell,
because of neglects from his new environmental home.

Tears of the unknown
overcrowded his face;
Is t;is how cruel life could be?
Is t;is how cruel life could be?

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: destiny, future, technology,

Nothing's Irreplaceable

They said the car would never replace the horse
   They were dead wrong, of course

The plane would never replace the boat
   That one still sticks in their throats

TV couldn't possibly replace radio
   Ha, ha! Totally incorrectimundo!

Email would never replace the love letter
   Point of fact: It works much better

Texting and tweeting can't compete with email
   P-l-e-a-s-e!  Can a hare outrun a snail?  

Whatever comes along next, the naysayers will get it wrong
   Might as well just go ahead, and give 'em the 'old gong!'

by Eve Roper |
Categories: anger, bereavement,

Story of My Life

The story of my life, empty, a vase filled with wilted flowers; leaving a trail passing by slowly like a swollen snail; extracted, drawn firmly upon my face. Echoes of age with such depth of your love written within dreams, a-dream built on bricks I've been clinging on so tight as time ticks; all lie with crowns of stones, leaves clinch above. Once, the story of my life with grand sprays of bloom, now taken by wind through a maze. 9/28/2019

by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: dedication, loveme, me, , cute,

I finally fell

I can't believe that i finally fell 
into a garden i once hated as hell 
will i forever dwell in this cute cell
oh, she has gotten me into this spell.

Just as the snail cannot shed its shell
my heart is imprisoned in her courteous cell
she's like a golden bucket in my wide well
I've never seen her yet I hear her blessed bell

I want to give her a ring she can't sell
if she signs my poem with a pen, I won't rebel,
I do wish she would not bid me farewel,
because I want my name to be her lovely label

Let the stars and skies help me tell
her that I have been captured in her cell
and my love for her is as hot as hell
I didn't plan for this... I don't know how I fell


by Christy Edgley |
Categories: community, crazy,

I love snails

Guess what
I love Snails
I found a snail on the tree
Snails have always been fascinating to me
I love their shells
I just love snails
Seeing a snail make my day
It puts a smile on my face
I’m always the nasty one who like snails
Oh well
And I love it
It’s cool that I found a snail on the tree
I’m so blessed
Love being me
I love snails
Just being me
Dont judge me
:D

by ROBIN BROWN |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, forgiveness, hope, life, love, dark, dark,

FEELING

SOMETIMES I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL. I SEE MYSELF LOOKING FROM THE 
OUTSIDE FROM THE INSIDE LOCK IN A DARK ROOM ALL ALONE AND 
CONFUSED.

I TRY GOING OUTSIDE, BUT AFRAID WHAT PEOPLE WOULD SAY. THEN I  
DON'T KNOW MY FEELING WILL REACT. I CRAWLED BACK INTO THAT DARK 
ROOM LIKE A SNAIL AND FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF.

I FEEL LIKE A HIDDEN AWAY CHILD NOBODY WANTS OR LOVE. MY FEELS 
LIKE A BROKEN WINE GLASS THAT BEEN THROWN AWAY AFTER THE FRIST 
DRINK.

I WHETHER SIT IN THE DARK AND HIDE MY LIFE AWAY. I WANT MY FEELING 
TO STAY LOCKED IN A GLASS BOTTLE THAT BEEN THROWN INTO THE SEA, 
WHETHER THAN GOING OUTSIDE TO HAVE MY FEELING HURT.

by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: allegory, allusion, anger, god,

God did exist

The death of God implies he did exist
And of his sayings many were possessed
The still, small voice, the burning bush, its fire
The prophets ,Moses ,Jesus, Jeremiah

On God, a  snail without a shell , we trod
On his face of love,  we  left much blood
The quick of human flesh was dragged and torn,
Oh, tortured people, God lived in your forms

Tear your finger nail side,see it bleed
Imagine pain both dreadful and unseen
Where was God’s own dwelling place, we cry
To the lowly, he was in the sky.

God was buried live in  earth  which shrieked
My people,where are they, ah can  none speak?


by pipping stars |
Categories: art,

this love

well uh this love ain't for sale or a rabbit egg on a snail run a little faster rubbing words on your tail oh what a soothe rub me some more waves to the shore oh this love said oh this love chasing albino bats feathering maiden hats tell me the truth before you cut me loose no no no never tighten up the noose on this love ?

by MAHTAB BANGALEE |
Categories: addiction, loneliness, love, poetry, writing,

THE ADDICTION

clouds
gathered here
on the ether

rains are
getting ready
to fall down

storms are
in frolicsome mood
with dusty wind

my love
in happiest movement
of facebook gossiping

i'm and my pen
how wonderful alone
by seeing far dark-blue barking sky

words after words
monotonous to pleasant
as rosary beads showers my sight

pebbles with surfing waves
calls me with night beauty
darkish moon-lit beach writes inert life 

cast away the snail
the crab crawling on sandy 
entwine the whole nerve of my pen

clouds, rains, storms
envelop a letter for my love and me
“she addicted to facebook and me to poetry!”

-December 14, 2018 Chattogram

by charles hice |
Categories: life, love, wife, love,

TrueLOve

TrueLOve 

A Tightening in the throat, 
a shifting in the sand. 
A movement: 
 near my heart ------------------when. 
I hear ewe name or see ewe name on the letterhead. 
A snail mail letter or just an email too. 
Anything at all from ewe causes me to change 
the way I sit the way I move the way I seem to be. 
Completely at ewe mercy is how i want to stay, 
i love ewe i love ewe i love ewe 
a broken record stuck in a groove 
words of love and time to tell ewe 
there would be no end to days of love 
theres only one thing left to say 
TRUE LOVE 



by Sristrikarta Vaibahv vilas |
Categories: anger,

Sin

Sin 

I had made any sin 
On my last brith that 
I bron in this family 
Stupid values fill like 
Bubble gum into my 
Mouth after telling a 
Notice of loneliness they 
Suck my blood like snail 
Why my DNA match with a 
Sin 



With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

by Nwajei Jude |
Categories: africa, emotions, friendship love, i love you, i miss you, kiss, romantic love,

solly our love

Flesh to bone, lets solly our love
And clad our apples in green leaves.

The river that brought us together 
The milk of our breasts, yet flourishing
Shall not dry up in brimming season-

The snail wet the ground along its path,
Yet no sand follows it to its shell-

Our love shall be drunk with revelries
But our virginity shall bear no umbilical cord-

For the night preens before standing mirror
The synthesizing owls mewl their spree
And the chirping crickets tie together their wings-

So why should we not solly round bonfire
And tincture our love with ecstasy…