Best Clam Poems
Oh, clam chowder, how I would love
You to be like the thing you claim you taste of.
You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm
And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form.
Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive,
Because I guess that clam is just too expensive
To be present in amounts that meet my desires.
But I suppose you'd be too costly for buyers.
But aside from that, clam chowder, you're alright.
I'll probably still have some tonight.
Categories:
clam, betrayal, food, humorous, irony,
Form:
Ode
I found myself within a shell
Upon an oyster bed.
A wayward clam stuck out his foot
And struck me on the head.
Hit by this sea of insight
Pearls of wisdom, so to speak:
If barnacles grow on your backside
That clam'll think you’re a geek.
Categories:
clam, funny, introspection, time,
Form:
Couplet
ocean wave retreats
water spurts erupt behind
clams beneath the sand
May 3, 2918
1st Place ranking in "haiga - haiku - Theme sea - ocean" Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
May 11, 2018
Categories:
clam, ocean,
Form:
Haiku
What's all this about, why are we here
Time's much too short till we all disappear
We're having so much fun
Many challenges to be won
We're happy as clams, year after year
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
clam, happiness,
Form:
Limerick
The Zebra Mussel Invasion (The Story Of The Three Hump Clam)
God’s opalescence-
Mississippi riverbed
Suffocating sleep
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Dedicated to Nadine and Burl, of “River City Pearls” in Alma
Wisconsin, fighting heroically to save the many species of
Mississippi river clams, bordering on extinction, from the
Choking Zebra Mussel invasion, your effort is honorable.
.
For you history buffs, Nadine was a pioneer in the Chinese
“mother of pearl” button-trade industry over 50 yrs. ago,
(now vanished) originating from this area of the Mississippi near
Alma called “Lake Pepin” a vast expanse of the river with
Minnesota on one side, and Wisconsin on the other, her River
Pearl Jewelry and Oil Paintings are internationally acclaimed.
Categories:
clam, natureriver,
Form:
Haiku
Be a Seashell or a Clam
I sit here at this ocean's edge watching boats sail on by
Sun begins its fade another October sky
Water tranquil, oh so calm, the nightcaps settle in
This sky reflects a gilded red awaiting another day to end
I feel safe and find comfort in the ocean's shimmering surface
It's where I find my peace, my hearts little furnace
I'm always drawn to this masterpiece and will be all my life
It makes my problems disappear along with all its strife
Pick up a seashell and compare it to me
My life on this earth as its to this sea
A morsel, a thimble, a tiny grain of sand
How important is it or me for who I am
The shell is left open and now lies empty
Cracks of life line its surface and nowhere can it hide
This shell was once robust, as robust as could be
Now it just lies empty on the shore for all to see
This empty shell a keeper unique in many ways
Or do I simply drop it and leave it where it lays
Maybe this shell feels better empty, no longer has a chore
To protect its inner feelings has always been its lure
Washed ashore from scattered waters rave
Leaving traces of time that's simply slipped away
The life of a seashell, somewhat like my own
Expose my inner feelings, live life and not postpone
Life is like the ocean or a seashell so it seems
Allow each wave and current will only spoil your dreams
Enjoy each tide low and high it makes me who I am
Me I'm not a seashell but proud to be a clam
Bob Lima
Categories:
clam, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I'm one of many people with shovels in the sand.
Some even go digging the crude way by hand.
In the estuaries, it is now low tide.
There are sandbars that the waters hide.
Buried in the sand are those round white shells.
Hunters are hoping that the number swells.
How many recipes for clams do you know?
There is chowder, steamed, fried, and Casino.
Those bivalve mollusks can be served many ways.
Folks go hunting for them during these days.
Many people like them raw out of the shell.
This way, they think clams taste so well.
Categories:
clam, adventure, workpeople, people,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a clam
In a shell on a beach
By a rock under sand
At low tide out of reach
Till a boy with a hat
And a pail and a rake
Moved the rock and the sand
And the clam he did take
Said the mom of the clam
“I could not be prouder,
Good luck little clam
You’ll make a fine chowder!"
Categories:
clam, beach,
Form:
Rhyme
Manhattan Clam Chowder
Warm and wet a real delight
Categories:
clam, food,
Form:
Verse
though rocked, tossed I am
by waves of spite, swirls of sham,
I'm the cool, calm clam.
Categories:
clam, animals, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Haiku
*Image of Shell The Beach Pearl by Pixabay.
the clam
cool clam chills
glacial claimed precious life
pearl rolls the seabed
2021 August 29
*HM*
Bite Size Poem no19
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2021 September 04
Categories:
clam, life, nature, sea,
Form:
Haiku
CLAM SHELLS, SEAWEED AND A WHOLE OTHER BUNCH OF JUNK
I looked through the ocean
I searched through the sea
But I never found me
She always said that we were different
I’d ask how and she would always say
“only in every definitive way”
So I set a course to change those things
I bought her little trinkets, bracelet and rings
Yet the thought of her “we are different” still sorrowfully stings
My beloved loved all creatures one and all
So i purchased her a tiny little rabbit
That was the same year I first developed a heroin habit
The difference was tangible, perennial, and hurt
Exactly how different we were I would come to know
i.e. to cross a stream she would wade and I would row
I’m going out but I’ll be right back
“no, you’re just going out to score”
And that’s when I watched her fetchingly fly out the door
But I liked dope so much more
And her dirty looks quickly got old
Then dirty looks turn into dirty words, or so I have been told
On that beach I found clams, mussels but no answers to be
I wanted her back but old Neptune didn’t agree with me
And that which I wanted to trade couldn’t be given away for free
I strolled into Neptune’s not knowing that which I might incur
I thought of where I am and where we once were
Now I search the sea but I never find me and surely not her
© 2011.…Phreepoetry
Categories:
clam, angst,
Form:
Quatrain
Talismanic turbans trade togas. How great. Short grin large grin. Big beam. And now an elephant in baggy trousers dancing. Peachtree waving. Chutney calling. Tantric trade. Tanks. Till not a tailor. Traditionalists trumpeting. One six zero. And a purple patterned silk cloth. Rice dance then. Kilowatt jewels. Oooh sparkly. Good. Hahahaha green relish. Hahahaha many many many many turrets. Xxxx Adriatic sea. *** corrosional. Z
Categories:
clam, angel, anniversary, beautiful,
Form:
A SIP OF SEPTEMBER
we met in mid-September
at least i remember
there was me drinking wine
and you looking fine
I re-named you Miss Delight
And the rain didn't dampen the magic i felt that night
as you recounted your life that was mostly a lie
i'm sure some of it was true
but I never could be sure with you
i shed tears for a woman i didn't even know
and suspected was lying but i just couldn't go
i had to sit in silence as she spoke of sorrow
as I yearned that there would be no tomorrow
if it stayed that night and the moon never bid us adieu
then i might have had time to decipher why you do what you do
you laughed when you saw i use a pound of sugar a my coffee cup
and then came the greatest lie you ever made up
i was angry because you broke a date as i was ready to leave
you said, under the guise of a brother-in-law, another story you'd weave
oh, i'm sorry to say she killed herself last night” and wanted to give something back to me”
it was a book of breathtaking art and rhythm, lyrics and harmony
and for half a year i'd stand waiting in the snow
and cry like a baby when she had to go
but that's because i knew all she did was lie
yet and still i never wanted to say "goodbye"
and when i thought you couldn’t invent a greater scheme than suicide
you said you were carrying my baby inside
a lie i knew wasn't true and was never meant to be
oh now, my dear lady, do you remember me?
(c) 2011....Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
Categories:
clam, angst, baby, baby,
Form:
Monorhyme
reference to the song
the person depicted
is quite vain,
she worsens when she's
needed to be best
that what is shared is to
be known to the world
listen the strings sound like
crickets....nearer and nearer
they come closer
ranging in pitch, there sounds
arranged to distort the true happenings.
Is he that lovest, the only one in
the woman's life, or is she
deceitful and uncaring
only thinking of her selfish needs,
only to be found and then cornered
that she might regroup her thoughts
and have revenge upon those
who wished not to be actors upon her stage.
might the symbols of punctuation divide
the thoughts those who usest them correctly might gain proper meaning of her words of deceit
she is the whore of devilish doings
a rash upon society
she lacks focus and meaning
and is only tossed about from person to person
because those who use her allow's such to take place
her food is garbage
and her words are trash
she lingers in the indefinite
only to ask
might samples for lovers
be tasted by everyone
than doest thou seek refuge
and speak in thy foulest tongue
stand before me
and allow me to boo
that you are an actress
your words are scripted to
with guitars I hearest you
than only to believe
to fantasize about endeavors
stories people wish to believe
that fictions are you refuge
and thoughts are weighted by doubt
you speak only to those who
don't know you
until they find out what you're about
you speak against those things
that are traditions to most of us
you want what you need
and act it should come from us
but than again you are his lover
might this be said of him to
that you neither can or do it
from your honesty
and what than becomes of you
words spoken of the lover of the oboist, she skipped the first notes in her solo, the songstress spoke these words commenting of the reviews, those in the press saw this as a slap in the face of music.
Categories:
clam, analogy, anger, anxiety, art,
Form:
Dramatic Verse