Best Crab Poems
georgia's fiddler crab
waving claw attracts female....
size does matter
Slept on a bed of mermaid tears.
Dreamt in mother of pearl and aquamarine.
In a jaded whirlpool of crystal rainbows
I grew fins and gills made of stained glass.
I swam for a million years without any rest.
Neptune's choir rang ocean bells.
while infinity just turned back the clock, then laughed.
...I sinned with a sticky-petrified smile.
Demonstrated miracles with a grimace.
In the end the soul filling with sand.
Piper songs retreated from swollen lips.
Doesn't a dying heart dance like a crab?
River crab , river crab,why do you not sleep?
I have opened my eyes to see the big and the small.
The mackerel that only sees the small sprat
And not the big shadow it casts on the river bank
Shall soon float in the smaller and hotter poll.
River crab, river crab,why do you not sleep?
I have opened my eyes to see all around me,
For what we ignore today and say it is harmless
Tomorrow often casts big shadow on our path.
Brutus once bragged; Antony is a small ant.
River crab , river crab, why do you not sleep?
I have prohibited sleep from my eyes
To pay attention with due diligence
To everything at the river bank
Mama had warned me at my birth:
Even the smallest ant casts long shadow;
No matter how minute a factor,
She said it is a factor.
he left behind his home of coral
in search of better things,
breaking vows and flaunting morals,
cutting loose from tightening strings
trapped between the sea and land,
he scuttles 'cross an endless beach,
stranded on the burning sand,
he seeks a place he'll never reach
nirvana, no; nor heaven's gate
is not his wanted destination,
a hiding place, before too late,
to save him from incineration
t'would seem to be a simple chore;
find shelter from his self made hell
to listen to the ocean's roar,
inside another's empty shell
but all the seashells remain filled,
safe haven is denied this day;
his beating heart shall soon be stilled
and carcass will be washed away
he lies upon the burning sand,
hot sun begins to do its deed,
to end this life with God's own hand
the homeless hermit's finally freed
The crab is drab and sitting on a grab
Toasting his brown bread in the monster's lab
The sea is creasy
The crab is greasy
He is street easy on a hansom cab
consider the crab
two miles from his home
hates tsunami
Dad was a deaf crab
limerick
Dad was a deaf crab very bad
My mom was naturally sad
Uca the fiddler
The greatest riddler
Riddled dad's deafness- deadbeat dad
© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
12/02/2014
I went down to the shore one day to sun and frolic and watch people play. There at a tidal pool a horseshoe crab did lay. With my foot I tapped his shell then came a shout out what the hell!
Can't you tell I'm in deep contemplation about my untenable situation.
The tide is out and here I be awaiting my trip to eternity so let me be.
No,no I exclaimed let me attempt your life to regain
I thank you sir I do indeed but you can not reverse what nature has decreed .
So return to your home and I to mine . Perhaps we would have been friends if we met in another time. When at home and warming by your fire just remember a horseshoe crab is not a crab at all but related to a spider.
white snow crab must wade
in oily, thick, blackened tides...
dressed in widow's garbs
7/7/19
haiku-hue Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
C is for Crabs in the ocean
R is for Radiant under water
A is for Amazing creatures
B is for Beautiful just the way you are
The fiddler crab waves his giant claw
A rival crab has got him beat
Small clawed female watches in awe
The fiddler crab waves his giant claw
Small clawed female stiffles a haugh
Unimpressed watches his defeat
The fiddler crab waves his giant claw
A rival crab has got him beat
Rex the hermit crab carried a trashed shell
that reeked with a horribly rotten smell.
He intently scrubbed
till his claws were nubbed
then resolved to move into a hotel.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Sixth Place Winner ~ "Sea Tale Limericks” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
March 4, 2010
Back in our youth the biggest concerns were:
procuring our juvenile delinquent beer
were our nickle bags laced with paraquat...
where could get some easy ****...
and how we laughed our asses off
when our friend earned his nickname
by "snatching" the crabs from a skank-
But somehow it's more sinister now,,,
children are peppered with
pedophiles
toxic theories
on linecreepers
fentanyl dreamers
non believers-
I miss the days of my stoned and filthy innocents-
Find me basking
In the moon
While I nurture my little ones
In our sheltered lagoon
I may seem hard on the outside
But please don’t mis-take
My shell is just a shield
For my inside, soft as cake
Yeah, I walk with a barrier
But believe me, I’m not dense
For one to know my true beauty
Must speak politely to commence
Romantically mysterious
Keen to tradition
Let me shine how much you’re valued
And illuminate intuition
Sentiment glows bright
In my crustacean eyes
If you’re close to my heart
I will hold you with ties
In cancerian claws you are safe
From the dangerous road that life paves
Etched in my heart you can see
“Defender of Love” engraved
Let me show you my stuff
In the land of the free, and home of the brave
Copyright © Miranda Lambert
Written: 6/21/11
For Nette Onclaud’s contest: Zodiac Zones
Crab in seashell squats
Until hermit does not fit -
House swaps are a must.