Best Clown Fish Poems
It is the fragrant peel of Florida's fruit that comes in convenient slices.
The savory citrus that packs a punch - to my tongue it simply entices.
It is the sprightly stripe of a clown fish that says, "Look at me," unabashedly (no joke)
To read between the lines it has taught me, and in its splendor I am soaked.
It is the warmth inside a fire though his sister crimson gets all the credit.
It could be the light of your world if your vivacious heart would only let it
envelop you with its curious tone: the love of a rose - the brightness of the sun.
And though we might only think of traffic cones,
and hazard signs - for me - it is the lightness of a pun:
Orange you gonna ask me a question?
About how its wavering pathways on tropical seas
can bring the heaviest heart to ascension?
Or how its marriage of sweet strawberry and sour lemon
has brought to mind our engaging entanglement?
It isn't like the blue that's over our heads,
nor is it like the green that's beneath our feet.
Rather it is the hidden spark inside our hearts:
it isn't showy - but its beauty is discrete. Something to soothe
any gloomy day with gentle subtlety. To tell you the truth
orange is nothing dramatic
(perhaps that's why I like it)
Written March 4th, 2016
For the United Orange Contest hosted by Silent One
Categories:
clown fish, appreciation, beauty, image, introspection,
Form:
Ode
A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves
A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally
Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned
Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more
Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep
There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade
Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches
These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks
The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below
Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
clown fish, creation, earth, life, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
LIVING IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA
Sparkling sea with water so blue.
Swimming with fish,sharks,whales.
For dinner we eat seaweed and kale.
All my friends live here too.
A mermaid that lives in the water.
Arieal what a beautiful name.
Deep in the sea there's no fire or flame.
She's the king of the sea's daughter.
We have one thing in common"red hair".
Ocean living is a great place to be.
Life is wonderful in the deep blue sea.
We both are about loving and being fair.
I love to fish and she is a fish.
Jelly fish,clown fish and a sea horse.
Out of water things couldn't get worse.
If things got that bad she'ld make a wish.
She has a cartoon,movie and a book.
A special mermaid that children love.
Lives under the ocean and not above.
If you tried you can't catch her on a hook.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Linda Marie's"Disney"contest.
Categories:
clown fish, adventure, sea, water, blue,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
clown fish, animals, nature, places, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Scurrying across the ocean floor
leaving faint tracks in the sand
moving sideways to go forward
nothing mapped or even planned.
The sand is always shifting
ever changing the terrain
all creatures are in hiding
misdirected or insane.
Go on and on forever
waving claws in wild defense
abandoned ocean creatures know
that none of this makes sense.
Seaweed waving, beckoning
hypnotic dance of death
trust not the grinning clown fish
blowing bubbles with their breath.
The ancient crusty oyster shell
protects the tender meat
a grain of sand the irritant
spits pearls in mock defeat.
The current is relentless
overwhelming constant motion
and serenity's unheard of
at the bottom of the ocean.
Categories:
clown fish, allegory, animals, sea, ocean,
Form:
Quatrain
the seahorses grazed in a field undersea
the jellyfish wobbled at the party
the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent
the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by
the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands
the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement
the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all
Categories:
clown fish, animal, fish, fun, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
sea anemone
clown fish hides in tentacles ~
not an enemy
Categories:
clown fish, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Awoken by the sun shining through the ocean surface.
My scales give off a glow.
Good morning to the blue.
A mirror of the sky.
Spiraling endlessly upwards and downwards.
Further and further I go.
Coral labyrinths surround me.
Hiding small lives in themselves.
The growing forest of the reefs seem to rise and bend.
Where no one reaches.
Darkness below hides secrets far beyond the unknown.
Whales shall embark on a journey to where a new world meets.
Tell me if I should go,should I follow them?
Or await for the clown fish to sleep in anemones.
I'll take off to the roars of the lion fish.
Feel Poseidon's currents push me with ease.
Until I can feel the beach breeze.
Vast is the world I live in.
Where shells are the households of those within.
Deeper and deeper I go.
Past the squid,past the octopus.
Here is where many are destined to go blind.
The jellyfish stars come out.
Once the sea turns into the night sky.
On the surface down below is where I lie.
Far from where my tail drags behind me.
Everything fades into illumination as my eyes close before me.
My dreams are covered in the brightest dark.
And everything comes to a stop.
Categories:
clown fish, journey, sea,
Form:
Free verse
In a circle
Of first graders
Who looked out
With suspicious eyes
On the playground
Next to the
jungle gym
No breaching would realize
A little hand
Reached out
to bravely
Pull me inside
His little heart
Knew in protection
Exclusion
Still divides
Perhaps as myself
He's stood in the outs
Or had earned some rank
In the friendship scouts
Whatever the reason
for bravery shown he was
and will be the clown fish
to this prickly anemone
Categories:
clown fish, friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Nautilus to ear the echo resounds
in tones of soft caress;
I ride waves of notes to Neptune’s lair,
where seahorses dance,
prance among the emerald sea grass.
Mermaid song amid the waves
lingers in the gray cells,
like a magical elixir;
hypnotic dreams invade
and I am enamored of
the mesmeric clown fish,
that pass me by in playful jest.
A manatee, a finned teddy-bear
floats by an in the distance
I detect whale-song;
the chords of hope
that resonate throughout
Gaia’s womb;
a recording of
her heartbeat.
1-14-2022
A STRAND (1052) Poetry Contest
BrianStrand
Categories:
clown fish, mystery, nature, ocean, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?
Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
To attract and win the perfect mate
My heart stays open, intentions pure
Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
I cast my line; only sharks biting
My heart stays open, intentions pure
Swarming in schools; all uninviting
I cast my line; only sharks are biting
Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle
Swarming in schools; all uninviting
I try new bait; nary a nibble
Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle
Barracudas chase dream fish away
I try new bait; nary a nibble
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray
Barracudas chase dream fish away
Murky Water; the future’s unclear
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near
Murky Water; the future's unclear
Would it require a full makeover?
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near
Life sets limits on our do-overs
Would it require a full makeover
To attract and win the perfect mate?
Life sets limits on our do-overs
Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?
For Jared’s contest: “The Pantoum”
* Had to revise to adhere to this form.
Categories:
clown fish, confusion, introspection, lifeheart, dream,
Form:
Pantoum
Mongoose can rarely tell the time. It is relevant to in flight formation to adjust the seconds using buffalo horns. Wild driving of a boat by a dalmatian on a sunset lake. Spots are great. They talk to the clown fish. And using wind wipers in dust is just not very practical. It just causes disturbance to the passing wings of gala bugs who gather in frequency at bull parades. But always at low altitudes as attitudes can be additional structures whose ******** is often not a purpose. Poach a duck? How absurd. Tree style formation in stamping flapping grinning hooded dance. Try not to fall into a biscuit tin when spinning. It is not very interesting. Shapes are ships and ships rise so don't contact Michigan mouse as it is unhelpful and uncaring and will not pack the apples into the correct pattern. Fear not. Feed not. Fraternity with frogs no no no. Potent is portrayal but powers stem from rocks and branches. Quadratic clouds. Symbology. *** quadraphonic *** hexagons'. Haha mishpah xxxx havens. *** clap.*** done. A sub consciousness soil erupting out then gone. Whoosh. ***
Categories:
clown fish, adventure,
Form:
Bees in jumpsuits cannot really fly but caterpillar boats can go very very fast down the canals. It is an oversized cake that bungee jumps for the longest period of time at the sponge competitions where the cream of trophies is to be won. And apple tartlets swinging from apparatuses create very spectacular shows. Facing a fork the flapjack frowns in concentration then climbs over in fine valiant fashion to the applause from the seated rows of oats, currants and raisins. The commentator couch was stood awestruck at the awesome acrobatic skills of the cup cakes as they sailed around on the trapezes a million foot over the stadium. Much to the delight the movements of the mixed rice performed exceedingly superb synchronized swimming routines and the tiny clown fish in a bowler hat and microphone commentated on their show. But a show is not a shoulder, nor a shadow, and nor is it a shouting shawl. Classy charming cute creatures create calm cities. And the dog and cat fish swim around in the buckets of the back gardens. Clapping. Hahaha tubular tabs tagging toast towels. Hahaha voluptuous volumetric violet vessels. Xxxx anthropomorphic Z Z Z Z at six tiles and forty three papers of a waterfall flush in a muddy seasonal view. !z!.
Categories:
clown fish, animal, , cute,
Form:
My first experience into an ocean...
Full of life, flowing flawlessly,
Sheltering the creatures inside endlessly,
He's not afraid of any force
Potent enough to create vortex vigorously...
I stepped into his heart with care,
I couldn't blink seeing the beauty of nature,
Realising that the ocean has a story to share,
I lost myself in the mesmerising sphere...
Butterfly fish, Kissing fish,
I saw Blue tang and Clown fish,
Clouds of tiny water droplets were forming,
When they were swimming in the atmosphere of mist...
I also felt like a mermaid in water,
He gently caressed my brown hair,
It was looking exceptionally blue that day,
Absorbing all the echoes of my laughter...
If in depression or stress, it can be the cure,
A place of happiness for sure,
I never had such a wonderful day before,
My ears could hear that waves were hugging the shore...
Written by~
Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions????
Categories:
clown fish, blue, cool, deep, me,
Form:
Lyric
We dived on coral reef, my buddy and I,
virtually tethered to stay paired.
He was obsessed with clown fish.
I kept dragging him away,
to see other things.
He kept poking hands at colorful
anemones waving tentacles in the current,
shooing the clown fish away, playing.
Unknowingly his hand slipped into
a giant clam, which clamped shut on his wrist.
We tried and tried to get the clam to release its grip,
to let his hand free, to let him go.
He and I stabbed with knives,
cutting and bashing as its soft insides.
All to no avail, the grip just got tighter and tighter.
The current had increased to a mighty surge underwater.
Leaving my buddy now, to go for help,
was out of the question.
Not enough time, not enough air.
How would I find my way back in the current.
Suddenly my buddy signalled with hand across his throat.
He was out of air!
Our training kicked in we started to buddy-breathe
with my regulator, one breath at a time, in turns.
I looked at my gauge, and was shocked to see
there was only 15 minutes of air left!
With two sucking in air, it would not last that long.
We both stared into each other's eyes.
We knew what we had to do.
I tied a rope tightly around the snared arm
above the wrist.
I drew my knife out of its scabbard.
I took an extra long deep breath.
As we be breathed,
I handed the regulator back to him,
and cut ...........
Categories:
clown fish, ocean,
Form:
Free verse