"seahorses" poems
As I walk along the sea of life
I pass the soft blue water
against the pale blue sky
I think of the sea creatures,
the ducks, the seagulls,
the seahorses and starfish
the myriad array of shells and stones
bringing me gems of wisdom...
The carefree breeze as the
water splashes on the shore
relaxing and renewing me...
I meditate on the serene tides
bringing me calm and focus
The sea is intense but still
as it enters my inner
and outer worlds,
but even though there
is an end somewhere -
it seems like an eternity...
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Alien among aliens,
Fanning delicate fins to promenade
A prim coquette and starchy cavalier
Trimmed and tined in ossein finery,
Sipping shrimp cocktails, dancing demure
Circles before blushing coral courts,
Holding hinds in groves of turtle grass
Until the paisley bodies
Bump bellies, and she imbues his pocket
With inklings marooned in dreaming Pegasus.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
Here come Jupiter child,
You can hear the flowers crying as they plead for her to stay a while,
She just collided with and intergalactic asteroid,
But things were only created never destroyed,
In the dark cool tunnels she found some pretty moon shrooms,
sheltering growing seahorses wrapped in loose water droplet cocoons,
Now towards earth you hear her come,
Within the clouds she beats her tribal drums,
The ocean sways and swells to the time of her rhythm and sound,
Reaching deep into the sea forest to whales traveling homebound,
She wears stars framed in turquoise,
Like the kokopelli she gives birth to planets with grace and poise,
Here comes Jupiter child, dread locks wound with comets,
extracts from the universe, she mixes matter-less tonics,
Recipes rooted deep in wizardry,
she borrows knowledge from indians and aztecs to cure all misery,
Her meteor showers made of her salty tears,
Are earth's dream catcher, snaring all nighttime fears.
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 10:01 PM UTC
SLAP! The graceful whale whacks her tale on the pristine water.
SLUMP! The pod of dolphins flow down in the water.
SLOOP-GLOOP! Breath bubbles soar up to the top of the water.
SHHH! Fishers cast their lines into the deep, clear, water.
SMIP-SMIP! The bats of the seahorses’ tails fling through the blue, blue water.
SLIP! The green, blue water flows through rocks and moss.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
When I was borne
i was borne on the crest of a wave
and rocked by the cradle of the deep.
My mother is the tale
of seahorses running
chariots to Atlantis!
My eyes!
My eyes are stars
my teeth are Spars!
My hair is made
out of seaweed.
And When;
When I spitz,
i spitz tar.
I is tough,
I am,
I is,
I arggggg!
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Frozen lips as blue as the sky after it rains.Fantasies of pink butterflies and blue seahorses in paradiseWet drops of moisture all over that half tanned skin, over those little bumps…Goose Bumps.Anger rolls through her body, so much that she wants to scream until she can’t anymore. Infuriating pain hits her like a thousand arrows in the chest. She can’t take it anymore, so she lets it all out on paper. The tears start streaming down her face with her heart in her hand. The tingling hits…Goose Bumps.The sickness arising in her while the lies fill her head. She can’t stand it So she packs up and leaves here forever…Goose Bumps…..
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 1:30 PM UTC
where else can
i lay lifeless
and feel life
surrounding me?
i don't even have to
close my eyes this time
to find seahorses
riding in lines
to coral castles
hidden on the
white slopes of
a mountain.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
You pick every word I say
With rapt attention.
So I tell you about tangerine skies
In Vermont, how I shape them.
I tell you my dad invented Cuban cigars
In Argentina.
You heard about the prawns,
The ***** and the lilies. A story only I could tell.
I could tell it in fluent Yoruba.
You watch me sleep like I don't have a care in this world
Snorting away while chasing dragonflies and seahorses
In my oblivion.
You watch me walk in the shadows
My gait like gridless frames of a restless gate
blown open by the wind.
(If I was the night, I would be bright.)
Finally you see my hands well adapted to cutlasses and owes,
Irrespective experienced with oriental oils
and manicures.
'One day I will be king', I thought I said.
But you heard it from my mind.
You heard it alone.
Yesterday we owed this to ourselves.
Tomorrow we will be lovers
Today let's be friends.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
*Smile and lay your sorrows at the foot of the Earth ,
Climb the highest tree and shoot across the blue like your favorite bird..
Grab the Crescent Moon , swing like an Olympian effortlessly ,
Swan dive with confidence into warm tropical seas ...
Swim to the Coral reefs to say hello , saddle a dolphin at the surface then off you go ..Blue seahorses and red catfish , float like a Pelican to the white sand beach ..Tip toe through the green grass , dance a jig , find another tall tree and do it again* ..
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
Our love is like the seahorses of the vast sea,
mate with one for eternity.
Completely faithful,
proven by the way their tails never come undone while they travel the blue.
As we lay in the water
I hold your hand so we don't drift apart,
so does the otter.
As we love each other like pigs to reach that 30 minute ******
were filthy.
We don't need to talk or see to know that the love is there,
like living beneath the grass.
Our love is connected to all.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
I hear water singing,
the different musical symphonies of the rivers,
lakes and the vast ocean sea;
The sweet sorrowful song of the whale--the same song as when I first heard it,
off the edge of a boat in a yellow rain jacket when I was less than nine years old,
The children laughing as tadpoles swarm gaily around their tiny toes--the cream colored foam swallows their legs up to their knees in the orange midday sun,
The chirping of a dolphin, kissing the deep blue waves each time it leaps,
The seahorses galloping and neighing in the salt sea and the catfish purring and licking their paws in the lakes of Wisconsin and Minnesota,
The seagulls calling to the fish to leap out of the water to become breakfast,
The sobbing of the naked woman in her bathtub at home, the suds up to her pink neck--toes turning to raisins,
The deep bellowing of a cruise ship, filled with all of the people laughing inside its belly,
The ocean whispering against the sand as the moon is gazing into the largest mirror in the universe,
The sun singing loudly in the morning time, peeking above the horizon and pulling back the curtains of the night, greeting all of her lovely friends; bold, sweet, and strange.
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
Watch those blue shoes, being carried on the tide,
They're rolling from the water's edge,
propelled by sunlight,
lost in pain.
Once stepped over stones,
with you,
once weighed down.
See the lose broken twigs,
cruising with the tide beside them.
The shoes remember you intrinsically,
For all eternity,
Never will you be forgot,
Floating shoes,
have been released,
nearly free.
They're missing your lost kisses,
Riding ever onward,
Flowing toward home.
Being soothed and washed,
Cleansed and washed away.
They're dancing as seahorses do,
as they roam,
towards relief,
being bathed in marinated foam.
(C) Livvi
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
This lost princess has lost her way through swimming with sea monsters
sea monsters disguised as mermaids
mermaids who love all things humans
She was craving love and friendship
Something she was starving on land
The Princess was feeling blue
Teased and alone
How much can one take?
The Princess had enough and set herself free
The soft sand is where she is at
Ready to jump into the sea she craved
Filled with such wonderful things
Seahorses
Goldfish
You name it
The Princess felt welcomed
She arrived at a huge castle
One filled with sea shells and pebbles
She knocked on the door
A beautiful mermaid appears
The Princess stunned at his physical appearance
His upper body strength greatly impressed her
Talk after talk
A friendship was born
The trust grew
So did the secrets she told him
The Princess was no longer alone
She found her calling
In a form of a mermaid
The mermaid wanted to ask what the Land is like
She talks of bad memories and secrets
They talk
They laugh
The Princess felt loved by this new dream of hers
But the dream became a nightmare
Yet she did not know
The mermaid and the Princess stood outside
He took her hand
They Swam where the dolphins were
Swam past the sea horses
Swam straight through the goldfish
The mermaid and the Princess met his friends
They talked
They swam
Finally The Princess was tired
“I need to rest”
“I need to rest”
The Mermaid took her to a cave
Filled with sharks and other dangerous creatures
The mermaids took the Princess inside and laughed
Laughed as they took her voice away
Laughed as they tortured her
Laughed as The Princess succumbed
The lost Princess lost her way by swimming with sea monsters
Sea monsters disguised as beautiful mermaids
The Princess who was once on land
Is now laying down on the sea
No one knows where she is
No one ever saw her again.
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
Schools of fish
Racing to the King's submerged hold
To pass a collective wish.
A procession led
Unfathomable leagues between the sky
To the One's bed.
From her birthcry rang
Sonic upon waves in all Seas
Bringing promise she sang.
In a voice that shamed
The very Sirens, their infamy
At birth she had tamed.
Tempests brewed in
Nine Seas and in denizens thereof
The palpable rush was no illusion.
Gargantuan fissures marked
The arrival of the Prophet,
As Dogfishes in the streets barked.
Coral caves echoed
News of the Deliverer
Back across the ocean and forth.
The Princess is birthed!
Rejoice! Swim to the King!
Of enthusiasm, was no dearth.
Millions of clans
Puffer, Cat and Gold, with servants in many
***** Oysters and Clams.
Eels, flying overhead
With Mantas in quick pursuit
Each racing to meet the beloved.
The nobility too was en route
Great White, the Hammer and Tiger
Forgetting around them, all the food.
Clownfish prepared their jokes
Animatedly chuckling at the time
The king called them funny blokes.
From every nook and corner
Of every Ocean, and Sea
Burst life even in lakes and rivers.
Drifting slow yet steady
The convergence occurred at the King's Hold.
The feast now ready.
Reef and plankton
In a million hues waved like banners
Proclaiming the royal standard.
Seahorses stood en garde
All semblance of a heavy cavalry
Songs were sung by the Bard.
Rows upon rows
Of aquatic subjects
Gazed upwards as the Herald bellowed.
All hail King Teal!
All hail the Princess!
The citizens went mad with zeal.
They raised their arms
As the King raised his own pair
Only to raise alarm.
The babe was godly
Hair as green as kelp
Translucent flesh glowing boldly.
Every colour ever known
Etched across her fins and legs
Majestic, regal, radiating joy unknownst.
Tears diluted the currents
As the folk witnessed their saviour
And cheered in a torrent
Of squeals, laughter and shouts
Praising till the land dwellers heard them
These fanatics most devout.
Thus was the day
Naifin was born into the Sea
Queen of Oceans, she was to be.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
Evelyn loved her seahorse
Popped it in a bowl to swim
The seahorse liked the water
Made the little girl grin.
After all that playing
She wrapped it in a towel
Put it in a casket
To sleep for a while.
Evelyn watched her seahorse
Until it was time for tea
She gave it fishes on a plate
The seahorse was so pleased.
Now in the land of seahorses
Anything can be
So Evelyn found it a friend
Now there are three.
The seahorses have their own castle
With shells and flowers and beads
There are mermaids to look after them
But they can do as they please.
When Evelyn goes to bed
The seahorses are quite good
And never make a noise
This being understood.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
when i'd be asked in the past
'do you collect anything?'
as a child i'd feel an obligation
my friends collected buttons,
christmas ******* rings,
compiled shells,
or gas station keyrings
so i collected can tops
and squishy toys from beach side shops
pointy pointless scraps of metal
that now sit in a dusty jar
and stuffed lizards and seahorses
in a box under an old bed
and when they said
they didn't get it
i knew i didn't either
but i'd say the metal
is sentimental
it really is a keeper
honest
and now i'm older
i'm no objector
to being a collector
promise
because in a box
inside my heart
beyond the dust,
i'm honest,
i keep a stash
tied in a sash
of all the things
i've sprinkled with stardust
of all the memories
of days i loved
and too ones fogged with miseries
of scars formed from thunderstorms
for thorns are as much of a blessing
as the caressing from surrounding roses
of people who loved me
and people i despised
of eyes i glanced at once and
should i see again
would go unrecognised
for when i'm collecting moments
i am collecting lives
and there is no better way
to be alive
than revising every moment
as if it were chosen
by you
from that gas station
instead of just through obligation
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Out of an arid ocean you came.
Draped in kelp and pearls.
Lush lips and Picean hips
You've been a witness to
The liquid dreams of Neptune,
The lofty spires of Atlantis,
The beaded shores of
Islands unknown,
The phosphoric teeth of
Creatures never seen.
The languid swirling
Of seahorses tantalizing
The mating of tendrils...
Your rivals recline on the
Ravaged rocks... patiently
Waiting for the frigate or
Schooner, or if lucky a
***** Man-o-War. Silent
Smiles perch on their lips...
They look to the broken
Boards and driftwood around
Their rocky abodes. The
Skeletons have sunk into
The sea...
Ahoy! A tall ship, by Poseidon!
They lift their seductive voices
To draw the sailors to the
Rocks & reefs... to no avail!
The mermaids, like dolphins,
Cavortingly draw them with
Their antics to safe harbor!
Jewels adorn their swirling
Hair, and gems their tails.
Their pear-shaped *******
Modestly covered with
Glowing seaweed & shells...
While the sirens sit naked
On the rocks.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/27/2017
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
In the age of aquarius I saw
In a tank of caged creatures
A pair of little seahorses.
They aren’t like in the movies,
You know. They’re really in love.
You can tell by their tails
Which are helpfully and carefully
Joined gently as they lead and
Follow each other around the
Little space they have to share.
They say that these horses are
Both the same. They’re male or
Female or female or male or
Maybe even just two of them.
In the room outside my doctor’s
Office, I saw a birthing seahorse. In
Their tail, now only a pair of arms and
A warm, sleeping lap, a baby cradle
Or a breast made of prehensile love,
Was a baby horse, gasping while
Its other one was finding out their
Role. In the cubic inches of a
Cage, it would be so simple.
They say that these horses are
Both the same. They’re male or
Female or female or male or
Maybe even just one of them.
© Lewis Bosworth, 7/2018, revised
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
_No one noticed when we slipped beneath the tide,
our bodies weightless, swaying slow,
the world above a distant hush—
only the hush, only the glow.
Seahorses curl like secrets in the deep,
golden spines bending with the waves,
we let the water braid our hands,
a quiet promise, softly saved.
The current hums a lullaby,
your voice dissolves into the blue,
I turn to you, you turn away—
what else is there for us to do?
No one noticed when the sky let go,
when salt became the air we breathed,
the ocean held us, gentle ghosts—
and never asked if we would leave._
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 1:46 PM UTC
Deep within the grass & kelp
'Neath Posidon's briney waves
A stable of seahorses live
And in the corals sway
They blend into their background
With their leafy fins
With bubble eyes
and puckered snout
They hope a mate to win!
Poseidon doesn't ride them
Tho he breaks the tallships sails
He'd rather be amused by them
Their odd shape & curling tails!
The seahorse is a character!
Who loves the shadows deep
Poseidon there hides pearls
For his seahorses to keep.
Catherine Jarvis
8/14/2019
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
TINY CLINGING CURLS
I remember you
looking almost
Audrey Hepburnish.
My big sister
& oh...that smile!
Touching my world
with the wonder of your
love.
We are Christmas -ing
the place
living in the candle's
glow
love
nothing but love
in almost slow motion.
The holly bites
your little finger.
I ****
the drop of blood
that grows
& grows
until it is
kissed better.
You laugh:
'Ah...my little saviour! '
and sigh with an almost
mock Victorian swoon.
Tiny curls cling
to the nape of your neck
like the tiniest
of tiny seahorses.
We swim
in the sea
of our laughter.
The next Christmas
you were dead
lost to this
world
leaving me
alone
to mourn
you.
I...unable to
save you.
Now...all these years
later
(years you never knew)
the holly
bites my little finger
& I **** it
quickly
tasting through
my tears
the sweet tang
of your blood
so alive
in my mouth.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
moon landing
without a space suit
swimming on the surface
no atmospheric pressure
nothing held back
hands held
simplicity of the touch
bond
hearts on fire
warmth
otherwise windless bleak
Environment
we flourish
script the rules
of engagement
on a level
only seahorses
emulate
with precision
all while
stacked against the greatest
currents
luna’s wielding tides
forever trying to split
their bond fiercely
battling the elements
effortlessly
with breeze in mind
golden sword
no match
melting away
harmonic accomplishment
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC