"merman" poems
"I'm a mermaid," she said as she kissed me.
Ah! her kiss made me drunker than wine.
I'd been longing for the ocean in her blue eyes,
it was calling to the diver in mine.
She whispered, "I've got just a little bit of magic
from my home in this big blue lagoon--
join me tonight for a swim in the moonlight,
I'll make some magic for you."
The full moon was rising in Paradise
as I made my way down to the shore.
There I dove right into the water,
I just couldn't stand it anymore.
Here she comes, swimming up to meet me--
wraps her self around me like a glove.
As long as I live I never could tell
the magic of a mermaid in love.
Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,
sharing your mysteries with me.
When I'm with you I can breathe underwater
and swim beside you under the sea.
If I could stay here under the surface,
I would never go back to dry land!
Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,
Meet me here whenever you can.
The spell would be broken by sunrise,
but her "little bit of magic" was no lie.
We soared, freed by love, underwater,
free as two birds in the sky.
All too soon the sky began lightening,
the moon and the stars took their flight.
Our kisses were mingled with tears at the shoreline
where we promised to meet every night.
Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,
sharing your mysteries with me.
When I'm with you I can breathe underwater,
and swim beside you under the sea.
If I could stay here under the surface,
I would never go back to dry land!
Goddess of the crystal blue ocean,
make me a real merman.
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
I am a borrower
collecting things that shine
all stashed in cracks and hidey-holes
where the rafters meet the roof
in the basement floorboards
lift one and you'll see
the treasures I've collected
two gorgeous glassy eyes
seven gilded antique buttons
a bouquet of sweetly fragrant lilies
a gleaming jar of pixie dust
three noble barristers
an Irishman netting butterfly dreams
a sorceress of the endless prairie
windmills like soldiers all in a line
the saddest porcelain doll
a small brown bear
trains screaming by on underground rails
a sprinkling of desert blooms
six jack-in-the-boxes so I'm always surprised
the hairless stuffed dog that bit me as a child
a Rickenbacker bass softly riffing the blues
a farmer's Ovation to accompany my woes
seashells that sing the ocean breeze
a merman from the Northern seas
tucked away in every space
packed within each sweet hollow
these simple pleasures I have borrowed
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
*Your a fairytale. A merman
with pretty scales. A fantasy
a man that looks really fancy.
The eyes you have look crystal
blue. They make me want to
take a dip in them cause they
remind me of the deep blue sea.
And oh God the way you look
at me just makes me want to
stare at your pretty face for an eternity. Your eyes hold the
best of poetry. I saw love in
them the first time you turned towards me. Your beauty made
my skin blush from the inside
out and flowers bloom in every
corner of the room we were
standing in. I'm lucky to be
with a man like you. A man
that looks like the portraits
I have hung up on my
bedroom walls* ~
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
The lighthouse keeper and his son, one day
Were out on the rocks, by a blue-water bay
As the sea, their bare feet was laving,
They saw a mermaid, they first thought was bathing;
With long dark hair and eyes of green;
Like the mist of a loch, that sings.
She was struggling and sick, in the foamy sea
So they took her to the lighthouse, above the lea.
She begged and pleaded, to die in the sea;
But there in the lighthouse, she seemed fated to be.
A clawfoot bathtub became her home,
And there she stayed, never to roam.
Some children taught her some words and rhymes.
To help her to pass all the weary time.
The lighthouse keeper thought she was his own,
Though from the sea, she was merely loaned.
Sometimes a midnight, would find him there
Combing her damp and tangled hair.
In her long confinement, he was the one
Kept her sane, since she could not run.
They had long discussions until daybreak,
Entirely by looks and gestures they'd make;
She taught him secrets no man had ever heard;
How she could still the sea, with inaudible word
And how she could tell by the look of the moon
If spring would come early, or winter too soon.
And how the waves, did murmur below
If the weather be rough, or the hard winds blow.
How she'd loved and lost one merman that
Had gotten too close, to a fisherman's net.
They'd had a child, by the madman's reef;
Was eaten by sharks, and how they'd grieved.
He fancied that someday, he'd like a kiss,
For kissing a mermaid, seemed like rare bliss
But something forebade him, to come that near;
So he was content, just stroking her hair.
One day he found her, dead in her tub;
Her heart had broken, all for his love.
No mermaid can tell human men of her heart,
Or else they'll spend their lives far apart,
It's a law of the sea, older than time;
So this be the end, of the mermaid rhyme.
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 8:04 AM UTC
I
Who would be
A merman bold,
Sitting alone
Singing alone
Under the sea,
With a crown of gold,
On a throne?
II
I would be a merman bold,
I would sit and sing the whole of the day;
I would fill the sea-halls with a voice of power;
But at night I would roam abroad and play
With the mermaids in and out of the rocks,
Dressing their hair with the white sea-flower;
And holding them back by their flowing locks
I would kiss them often under the sea,
And kiss them again till they kiss'd me
Laughingly, laughingly;
And then we would wander away, away,
To the pale-green sea-groves straight and high,
Chasing each other merrily.
III
There would be neither moon nor star;
But the wave would make music above us afar--
Low thunder and light in the magic night--
Neither moon nor star.
We would call aloud in the dreamy dells,
Call to each other and whoop and cry
All night, merrily, merrily.
They would pelt me with starry spangles and shells,
Laughing and clapping their hands between,
All night, merrily, merrily,
But I would throw to them back in mine
Turkis and agate and almondine;
Then leaping out upon them unseen
I would kiss them often under the sea,
And kiss them again till they kiss'd me
Laughingly, laughingly.
O, what a happy life where mine
Under the hollow-hung ocean green!
Soft are the moss-beds under the sea;
We would live merrily, merrily.
2.7k
He
nearly died today
because his 30 second-old love
couldn't stay,
The ruby red
bird winged
Merman of His Dream.
His heart attacked
his very own watered lungs,
The tears
which stopped his heart
like a sneeze.
He prayed, "Please."
The hospital bed Lord didn't reply, and
He felt the plump nurses were
telling him
lies.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
She laughs, he smiles.
The black forest taste he could only taste at the peak of light beams
Her laugh seems similar, quite similar.
Her haha's outcasted the glooms and dooms
Just as the black forest melted on his taste buds when sun rays streaked upon his shoulder blades.
She cracked a joke, he laughs and nods
Intellectual is what they might say
A brainy maniac she is, who could co-host a sitcom
His Friday nights would now only be filled with her wits
Replacing all the beers and stouts for a while
His once bumpy and rocky throat is nil compared to the highly raised cheekbones visible during a good laugh
But one day she cried.
The guilt he carries overshadowed his sympathy.
Her big swollen eyes
Her pinkish and warm face which was covered in dribble
Hadn't he known?
All those time he made somersaults, he was drown deep below
He could breakthrough,
but was too mesmerized by the mermaid's blinking fishtail and scaly skin.
And she saved him
From being turned into a merman
Only then he was back to square one
Where her laughters, her jokes and her sobs are actually his sugar crush, his Gatsby gold
As always, she was after all, his soul saver.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
You see, I know this guy,
with bright and gentle eyes—
sunflowers against blue skies . . .
A true angel in disguise.
He’s known since before he could fly
that he wasn’t like the other guys,
or the him in their minds, that decoy,
that never dreams of kissing a boy
for the purest joy. . .
No, he’d have to strengthen those wings
not to tangle in the strings
that sting, and cling, and sling,
to save his prince—
his king.
A feathered, armored knight,
he soars with grace and might.
In a weary world of fright,
he’d invite any height –
loyal beyond first light.
And you see, there I was, drowned in muddy water,
with gills choked on death’s slobber,
****** by the wave’s merciless slaughter
of hope, that bled and foamed atop the marauder,
and lost like the sea king’s youngest daughter,
I, a merman bobbed below the knight’s shadow.
He saw the faintest blush
of my lost soul and rushed
to grace me from my grave, flushed
and bathed me amid the rainbows in the waterfall, hushed
my toxic tears, that cursed and gushed,
and pecked my lips, as sweetly as a thrush.
His feathers fluffed, my scales standing on edge.
I nested in the angel’s white down hedge
till my heart and soul was nursed to fledge.
Our skin taught with tingly warm bumps, an intimate pledge.
I a he fell in love with he a him, and love became our kedge.
So you see, while my worries ebb and flow like the moon’s tide,
bringing questions of where a bird and fish can reside,
I trust in him I can confide, never to hide, but cast my fears aside.
We’ve already broken the surface where the air and water collide,
we need not the world far and wide,
we need only to carry each other inside
our arms, and together glide,
feathers and scales side by side.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Just pebbles on a lonely shore.
Eroded by a constant ebb and flow.
Once were rough around the edges,
Quartz stones,embedded far within.
Bring forth the merman, who chips away with all his heart.
Only happens at midnight you know.
The merman, breaks the pebbles down, retrieves their gifts of crystalline dreams.
Requests permission from Neptune, the father of the seas.
To find a lonely mermaid, to be betrothed to him, so mer folk can continue, to ever live and breed.
Free to rave those wild seas.
In love, they breed on rugged beaches, discreetly out of eye -shot of the eyes of man and beast.
(C) Livvi
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
Up from the deep
Water breaks in diagonal sheets.
The skies careen off and away
Red arrays.
Universe of musculature
A foot in a sandy detour.
Indirect to purpose
Skin and flow.
Dries on the gilded bank
Wild hair set flat.
A thousand atmospheres taken
Into a single ozone breath.
After a time, stoops
By the multiform to look.
Stones heavy-
Light enough to carry.
To the mouth wide
And bitten dry.
The water wears everything
So the teeth can split.
A fortnight of spite
And the treacherous bite.
He returns to the sea
With a headful of light.
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC
A werewolf in London
and a deadite in my basement
Ghosts in my TV
as Predators hit the Pavement
Engineers face the stars
On distant planets far
As Aliens bleed green
Leaving armor charred
The king of Lizards
sets foot in San Diego
With a Chupacabra
dwelling in Mexíco
Zombie Redneck Torture families
Say goodbye to the cashpot
Merman flopping forward, determined
A man's face really hits the spot
I have a hotpocket for lunch
And an appetite for destruction
Let's turn on the TV
And use it for one function
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
She noticed the basking shark was wounded,
weeping vaginal blood.
The tall man in a fedora whispered as he passed.
Whipped by exploratory waves, she blushed.
The horizon was a hazy green line dipped in red.
She had been there since morning
searching for love,
and found it
from a six-pack merman offering solace
as he rode on the silvery
back of a ray.
As he approached, the sun at his back,
she moaned and threw out her arms
like a supplicant.
Complete at last, the sand grasping at
her shoeless feet, she sank
towards the earth’s distant core
using her arms as uncertain ballast.
She awoke with a shiver
brushed away the sand
and headed back home.
The shark had turned belly-up,
scavenged by seagulls.
Another day-dream enjoyed in the
empty hours between lunch and dinner
between her third cup of tea
and fourth cigarette,
her children snoozing in
the back bedroom. Half-slumbering
in a town barked at by bothersome seagulls
where an unencumbered sun
set on a postcard shoreline.
Planning the rows of petunias to be
planted by the hedge,
making shopping lists,
writing novels, never to be published,
staring out of her windows at the sea
she waited for her husband’s return,
tedious evenings of T.V.
and coition under the brightly coloured duvet.
The waves that overwhelmed her, flooding her senses,
were her own. The man
in the fedora had made her smile.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
A man rightly called an Oxymoron
Now is angry, now sad, now happy on
The same thing – he takes piton
To handle us – later I knew ******
Anurag is my principal, a true merman
Treats all equally – good or bad of John.
Tried to understand when called upon.
Talking to him is like dealing with silicon.
Full of respect and encouragement shown
For anybody if needed; angry on python
Trying hit him at back. Never confused on
Any topic, asks if not notified – an Amazon
Of Maths flows from him – my Hero, my trigon.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
Troglodytism. get betwixt thy cave **** rats. amass!!! beyond the wooded canvas of life.
and lay beside thy corpse of agony
in the pits of all foul'd demon beknownst to thou's angst.
there lay the chalice of life.
Oh to lay in the darkness'
o' to bask in the decadence of no light.
Anti heat
forth go ye unto distraction.
To over sensual
to photopic cancer
all bio centric failure that reveals itself in the concord of vestige
only one
only one who's skin, brines to salt. Only one who's writhed on the depth of the cave
sub terrain.
Becoming convoluted
with ulcers. In the brain.
Stomach
esophagus.
Till veins squelch the blood from oxygen as gills. Sea water.
till muscle over sinews, Myomeres.
till acts of mycotic deprecations elude your own grey. Destruction.
And sap what is left
the bends corrode all health.
You eek out a full metabolism.
You finish all hopes with each loathsome meal intake.
death.
Oysters take over.
They create their home
shell of man.
Disabled to a merman, made, morose.
Barnacles infest recesses,
chasms that held mountains of bountiful moral.
Filled till bursting in the case fit for a brain,
but these ocean vermin walk the tightropes of this goblins neural bag.
Tearing each synapse.
Like the innards of a necrotic recluse.
I am the dying vagabond of the ocean.
Finally succumbing to its ethereal pitch covered floor,
where no reflections mourn for me
and ghost wail me no remorse,
as I metamorphose.
Into, detritus.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
The ocean wasn’t blue enough for you
My man of seaweed eyes
And waves would dance and cry for you
But you swam below the surface
I tosed a coin into the well
And you flipped it back to me
A silly game of ask and tell
(I wish we could’ve touched)
The earth wasn’t hard enough for me
The girl with broken lungs
And birds would fly and cry for us
But I hide behind the window
You sent me a bottled message
I tossed it back to you unopened
A silly game of hide and seek
(I wish I could’ve found you)
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Suddenly, I was a unicorn
With silver fur and eyes
My mane and tail bright blue
And of course, an ivory horn
Then, I was entrusted a duty
Of the greatest significance
I must officiate the wedding
Between twilight and sunset
Under cheering delighted stars
The lovers' carriage descended
With orchestral accompaniment
By the winds and the waters
A giant, fluffy purple puppy
Guided the wonderful brides
Towards my podium of petals
In this iridescent cathedral
Before this divine couple
I was so small, and so short
Yet, they are not intimidating
I felt bliss, and very blessed
With the help of a blue cloud
I gently crowned the goddesses
Deepest pride swelled within me
I proclaimed their eternal bond
Fireworks shimmered and sparkled
As they fed each other honey cake
Seeing them kissing passionately
Is truly the most touching scene
An elven queen suddenly kissed me
And now I am a shark-tailed merman
Getting ready for a new nuptials
Between adventure and mystery
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
the fish in the flow
the impure vessel
baptism of love in the darkness
the moon and the ego
orbit in illusion- are worshipped ill
stripped and displayed on the pedestal of self
bound and loathing in the shadow
and who tied the knots?
the architect of your indolence
now put the little minnow back in the water
and see if he swims or sinks
and the splash- a whale
right out of the blue- a merman
emerged from underneath the illusion of separation
look into your own mysteries and your own demons
self awareness is fearless flow
i am clothed in the love of brothers
my placenta is wet and red on the floor
the question is simple
the answer is in your heart
the answer you give is boldly wrong
right in your very make up
instinct gives us sense and direction
trust the path of your heart
listen to the light inside and you will always be on the path
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Living on the road of empty hearts and broken homes.
Got married with a curtain ring.
Ten years ago last Wednesday.
The bride wore royal blue, fashionable thing to do.
She crawled along in heels so high.
Snotty nose sniffing the sky.
Child one came along, I think she said his name was John.
Hated school had no friends.
Hated everyone.
Not her only son.
There after came a daughter,
A pretty gal they named Sapphire.
A gem of a name for a shabby chick.
Soon weighed down with a band of cold.
Got married to a Mormon, who thought he was a merman.
Believed together the two of them had some kind of future.
Played at architecture building castles in the sky.
And playing on the for sure (foreshore) beside the sea of obsolete dreams.
Delivered to the two of them a childish whim.
A child who grew and developed an addiction to sin.
He loved tea and coffee,wine, women and song.
From the broken home he was gone.
The sky castles evaporated,
Family dreams disintegrated.
Dissolution of dreams.
Welcome to austerity.
(c) Livvi
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Waves crash against the shore,
Bronzed Goddess laid bare,
I know you're looking,
I never care.
I feel your shadow
on my skin,
"Yes you can oil my back"
Lean forward, begin.
Coarse hands at work
Warm hands for play,
Looking forward to the splash
You can swim in my bay.
Lying beside me
Tilt my shades to view,
Your buoy propping up,
'Bout time you grew.
Taken in your arms,
greasy protection from the rays,
Secluded beach,
Sand for days and days.
Storming my own sand castle,
no need for a bucket,
my merman on the towel,
"Here's my clam, now **** it."
Matching the motion of the ocean,
Sand angel underneath,
they can hear my moans,
from the lighthouse to the deep.
All over tan,
no visible line,
Claim your salty liquid
as mine all mine,
Nature the best place to ***
I think as I grown,
You're wet from your swim,
Could never get this wet playing on my own.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
like a flower,
like a thorn,
a wavering heart is ever altering,
its beat is a prism,
the magic is now,
melting into a smile,
neither moon nor star,
the current making sorcery above us,
the destiny so easily broken low,
thunder and light in magic night,
like a feather,
like a stone,
till that great sea snake under the
sea from her coiled sleeps in the central deeps,
like a moon,
like the darkness,
on the immense sea,
crimson shell,s
whose silvery spike in the nighttime sea,
yielding are the moss beds,
under the sea,
with a crown of pearl,
on a throne of gold,
a merman brave
by scarlet rose
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
MIND OF THE HEART
Neither thinking
nor feeling
~ Void ~
Soul penetrates innermost
chamber time to time
takes it on ecstatic
journeys to unknown
ocean mines
zips open my armour
blood dripping
octopus grimacing
crushes, smash
Heart
to smithers
I cry not for God blinks
mermaid and merman
whips tails together
whale songs in distance
deep dive
Jonah still imprisoned
above an albatross
altitude altar soars
No mind for thoughts
tabernacling
only a spacious journey
across seas silver
star gates I myself
unlock
lymph losing colour
of tailscales tailored
pearlescent
Are these fingers or
toes waking
whispering ?
Not know I
I only know I AM
HEART in obedience
to ONE
Armour crashes onto
bottomless floor
no grounding lore
I fall, fall fathomless
lie quiet beating
breathing
throbbing exhausted
exhumed encrypted
exposed
I AM liquid Love
sensing coelacanth
eggs in golden keg
Shiva seeps through
viking waters cold
I glide into His
embrace slit
sea salt fed
Naked doorway veins
to strange domains
arteries touch Void
gently become
flickering flames
dice game dance
mitochondria translucent
your merman tail
loses its scales
hair stick to oyster rock
justice jutting
Neptune silent soothes
Jonah’s three days
served staring upward
to Crystalline Light
blinding sight
No thinking no feeling
no thing ~
I AM HEART divine
no nose, no ears,
no skin sublime
Vulnerable
though you, Soul
swam as Sea
Vulture visceral
Two diamond dragon
drops in Divinity’s
explosive glare
We melt into His
caressing stare
could not blink
no eyes
brown or green
neither lids to
comfort kiss
We attained God
Consciousness
colourless
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
So long ago in King Hal’s time, our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.
Entangled ‘midst our dripping catch, with eyes that stared all hellish green,
enscaléd like some creature deep, a Merman writhed as one obscene.
All webbéd were his hands and feet, his body dripped with ocean bile;
upon his head the weed-wrack grew, green-bearded was this demon vile.
Fast to the shore with awful haste we sped before the wind and tide;
Lord Glanville for to summon forth, the Merman’s fate all to decide.
Upon the quay his Lordship stood with men at arms and shriven priest,
and all did cross themselves in fear before this strange unholy beast.
“Enchain it,” cried Lord Glanville loud, “then to God’s Kirk with all good speed!”
The shriven priest prayed long and hard as to the church we did proceed.
With Holy Water, cross of gold, with candle and with testament,
the priest then exorcised the beast, who knew not what was done nor meant.
To all’s dismay he would not bow before the Host on bended knee;
and so to dungeon was he dragged to dwell upon his blasphemy!
The silent Merman beaten was, and hung in chains in for seven weeks,
and fed was he on fish and shells, yet never did he sleep nor speak.
And so at length his Lordship said, “Across the harbour tie a net,
and we shall see how he shall swim, but by his ankles chainéd, yet!”
The net a-fixed, the village folk came down to see the Merman’s plight;
into the sea they threw him then, with foam and wavelet flashing white.
He vanished ‘neath the waters like some seabird in pursuit of prey,
then surfaced laughing, chain in hand, and to his Lordship he did say;
“You thought to make me such as you, who walk in blindness o’er the land!
You’d punish me for difference! You thought to treat me like a Man!”
So long ago in King Hal’s time our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
I am lost
in the tide
of you.
The ebb and flow
of you,
will be
the death
of me, yet.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC