Best Aquarium Poems
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Swimming against the fresh water,
Flapping my gills for a breather,
The air pump producing bubbles,
Sending my body in jiggles,
The actinic lights send a spectrum,
Each time causing a spasm,
And I move downward in fear,
Hoping I might disappear,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Re-surfacing after a short while,
Assured of a safe profile,
Going back to my previous dance,
The water brewing romance,
Keeping my eyes wide open,
Of course with great caution,
I detect vibratory ripples,
Must be time for something scrumptious,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Following my meal lead nobly,
I come upon a worm on a spree,
Hidden by the blue green algae,
Yes it seems so beefy,
Covetously I swallow my meal,
Trying to elope with zeal,
I notice my mouth is hooked,
Sooner or later I might be cooked.
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Yellow Butterflyfish and Snakeskin Discus
swim freely in this life I call an aquarium-
I see a Purple Regal Tang as the Pufferfish
sang with a melody like a sweet guitar strum.
Blue and pink coral, like a make-believe floral
stand strong and tall in the salt-watered tank-
The lemon green Laurel streams along so eternal
as the Orange Angelfish swim along the bank.
A Red-Tailed Crab and a slimy Snail like to grab
food sprinkled from the main aquarium caretaker-
Instead of eating scraps they find a lily pad
to rest and continue being nosey spectators.
Is this just a dream? Is my life not as it seems?
Cuz’ when I look around along the ground
my human reflection is all I unbelievably see-
This life that I have found, I just sit here profound
gazing at the amazing life of salt water beauty.
Oh no! I see a Reef Shark and I start to embark
on my way towards the side of the glass-
I find relief in the belief that he may depart
since he comes from a breed of a docile class.
Rainbow Sea Stars you can see from afar
with hues like a pink and yellow sunset-
What a lovely sight! I can’t forget the spark
of her glowing romantic shaded silhouette.
A Painted Turtle guy who caught my fascination
wandering in front of me slower than a snail-
A super fertile Ray lays her eggs with illumination
as the Foxface Rabbitfish flips her yellow tail.
Living in a tank of salt is obviously my true calling,
even though I always wanted to be a veterinarian-
My true wish is to live with fish,
for in water there is no falling-
Floating, swimming, kicking with a swish,
I love my life in a beautiful aquarium.
Theme: Life In An Aquarium
February 15, 2017
The zoo
Is so crowded
Aquarium I choose
That is so nice
Fine, then.
My kids love it.
Fish are lovely creatures
We will have fun.
fish eye to fish eye
in love's stony embrace
two rock fish kissing
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Note: This haiku was created from
my poem "Kissing Rocks."
I'm finding it fun to write different
forms for the same poem, with
small word changes.
each one
a diamond in a jeweler's box
a planet unto itself
the seahorse planet
the clown fish kingdom
the eels hideaway
the deep
features a godiva
box of chocolates
it was
hilarious the way
they go on invisible highways
a community of barbers
doctors, hairdressers, cops
and children at play
Written by Gail DeBole on October 29, 2016
Gracefully drifting
Unknowing theatre for our eyes -
The Jellyfish wows.
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aquarium fish
multicolor fins float forth
spellbinding calmness
Sitting by them in the Aquarium
before I saw blue fish,
I saw the Chinese couple not getting on.
Arms were raised and hands
and awkwardness to show.
It must have been their first date -
at least that's what I wanted to imagine.
Their pamphlet was in Chinese,
and in the end, the man pushed it -
a blue fish-shape pirouetting on her nose.
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7/17/2017
Contest - First Date
Sponsor - Kim Rodriguez
1st place win
AQUARIAN AQUARIUM
coral reefs ripple beneath
crystal clear cerulean
cinematic hues of cool
Caribbean
blues
psychedelic underworld
swims and swirls serenely
a show room of shy seahorses
Surrealistic
muse
ringlet tails coiled regalia
resplendent heads held high
rocking to and fro below rare
Aquarium
views
gills in pink and lilac breathe
dark sharks lurk and scheme
in this tropical kaleidoscope
of
Aquarian
pool
© Kim van Breda—19 February 2015
Environmental
and atmosphere along with
Aquarium shows
the bowl aquarium
i can hear fish breathe with me
beneath the ocean
i put a door on my aquarium
so the fish could come and go as they please
although the idea might be scaring them
it's not like i made it screened
if they just barely open it
that will help to stem the flow
i know the goldfish are all hoping that
the guppies don't treat it like a swinging door
i'm sure they'll get used to it in time
as we all do things in life
and when they do they'll come to realize
above all else my genius mind
A silo water casket scintillates glow
Green sea-weed blanket, bright red and yellow.
Pebbles and gravel, in a crystalline show.
Fizzing of bubbles the aquatic-air combo.
A vista of motion, flashes a rainbow.
A bunch of humans thrown, in the confined gizmo.
Dull green eyes, swim an ocean pseudo.
The drift of life, it's all real although.
The wriggle of fins, of the snooty goldfish.
The ripple of gills, of the elite angelfish.
The humble jellyfish, and the snail all sluggish.
The crabs and corals, the intricate gimmicks.
Each and every home marvels marine mimics.
Our penthouse aquarium of ornamental beauty
We all are sealed in our filial duty.
Unbreakable, shatterproof, cocktail glass of captivity...
Mundane activity, glows in endless sanguinity.
Then one day, motionless fish in sea..
will be flushed out, quarantined to liberty...
will swim across free ....the ocean of eternity.
Placed First in Brian Standard Jan2019 Contest
The cichlids patrol their 48”x18”x18” tank and
though this country has been officially metric since
April Fool’s day, 1975, I still measure fish and tanks
in inches, feet, ounces, pounds and gallons.
A mix of African cichlids, from lakes Victoria and
Tanganyika, but tanks are the only world they’ve known.
Cichlids are of interest to me because of their diversity,
they're the fish equivalent of Galapagos finches.
But I really keep them because their bright colours and
constant motion especially at feeding time provides
a brief respite from the humdrum.
Each species more or less keeps to themselves,
establishing ever shifting territories in the
nooks and crannies of the rock wall I built,
that runs through the middle of the tank.
There is a balance of density and species,
which I never quite manage to maintain and
as they mature, intra and interspecific aggression
becomes a factor and every so often, I’ll find
a beat-up loser floating at the top of the tank.
But other times they breed successfully and
if I separate the mouthbrooding female early
enough, I can raise another generation of fry.
Seven hundred and fifty millimeters between worlds-
Confined on one side,
the enormity of the ocean,
a contradiction to the sand on which it sits;
artificiality’s extravagance encompassed
in a delicate
bubble.
Just as its maker,
Under azure of neon and amongst
the life in its technicolor,
diverse, rare, immigrated;
Its foundation’s fluid is
submerged and alloyed into into the ground
that by itself is too loose for roots of its own.
We don’t look in;
We are.
And in that
what one tends to miss
in the mesmerism of the bubbles’s iridescent surface
is the reflection of an absence of light-
and jagged maw that lurks int it.
This premises is under surveillance.
The sharks muse at the spectacle too.
Glassy stares of dilated slits follow the prospect of prey;
Ignorant onlookers included.
There is no reason to actually follow through with function-
Like everything else in the sphere,
The belly of the beast is too full
to ever consider capability in the drift of their daydreams-
the thought,
in itself,
is empowering enough.
What is an aquarium after all,
But a simulated entrapment
of an interpreted reality?
I bet the sharks don’t have any questions regarding who feeds them.