Poems about
THE SEA
Sea Hunt Up again, down again, Down to the beach again, Go diving and diving, Searching for seaweed. Down again, up again, Down to the beach again, Go swimming and swimming, Diving for pearls.
Evangeline Yaruso
Deep Sea Squeeze by Eric Ode I’m wrapped from top to bottom
So, carefully, I dug him free.
in an octopus embrace
He offered no objection
with seven arms around my waist
but covered me in tentacles
and one across my face.
with octopus affection.
It all began this morning
It seems I’ve made a friend today,
with a scuba diving trip.
but this I’d like to know:
I found the creature wedged beneath
How do you say, in octopus,
a sunken pirate ship.
“You’re welcome. Please let go”?
Fish
by Mary Ann Hoberman
Look at them flit Lickety-split Wiggling Swiggling Swerving Curving Hurrying Scurrying Chasing Racing Whizzing Whisking Flying Frisking Tearing around With a leap and a bound But none of them making the tiniest tiniest tiniest tiniest tiniest sound.
Fish Pretty little goldfish Never can talk. All it does is wiggle When it tries to walk!
Down by the sea there! in the shallows, fish, thin as silver needles, stitching lacy seaweed. Janeen Brian
Ocean Motion Let’s make the motion of the ocean! Jiggle like a jelly fish Creep like a sea snail Soar like an eagle Wiggle like an eel Float like a sea otter Bark like a seal Walk forward, backward, and sideways like a crab.
Five Little Shells Five little shells,
Two little shells,
Laying on the shore,
Sparkling in the sun,
Crash went the waves,
Crash went the waves,
And then there were four.
And then there was one.
Four little shells,
One little shell
Down by the sea,
Left by itself,
Crash went the waves,
I took it home
And then there were three.
And put it on my shelf.
Three little shells, Smooth as new, Crash went the waves, And then there were two.
Seahorse Scales and a tail like a question mark: a snout, and a seahorse bobs about.
Janeen Brian
An octopus has 8 long arms. It lives in the sea, But do not be alarmed! He squirts out ink, When he is the prey. And grows a new arm When it’s torn away.
I found a great big shell one day Upon the ocean floor I held it close up to my ear I heard the ocean roar! I found a tiny shell one day Upon the ocean sand The waves had worn it nice and smooth It felt nice in my hand.