Best Jellyfish Poems
she disturbs meaning
in rhythmic pulsation
exciting to fluorescence a deeply subtext'd verse;
'but don't mistake a stinging strophe for arrogance.'
'that's just fierce presence,'
moved by waves of astonishment
cascading through a nervous and vascular system
spontaneously overflowed
sea through
with a reaching iridescent tentacle
she simply, elegantly, fluoresces a gleam in your eyes
Oh what a sad sight
When I went to the beach tonight
Twelve jellyfish washed up on the beach
Caught out by the tide, the sea's out of reach
Like transparent gelatinous dinner plates lying on the sand
The swirling tide confused them – now they've died on dry land
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18th June 2014
Little jellyfish was jealous of the fish and the coral
Especially the sea horse ridden by mermaid Laurel
She was by far the prettiest siren in the blue sea
He dared not touch her, but he loved her truly.
His mama berated him in an ocean whirl.
So he turned his mind to her sister, the lovely siren Pearl.
Pearl loved starfish but starfish was grumpy and old.
Jellyfish might ask her out, this mermaid, hair of gold.
Snail friend stopped him, pointing out loud and sharp.
Beautiful music Mermaid Shay played on her pretty harp.
Shay is the one to date, and she is close at hand.
We can use her talents in our ocean friendly band!
None ended up with the mermaids that fateful cool day.
For the sirens moved on that night to a place far far away.
Jellyfish pouted the rest of his sea worthy salty life.
He never married or played again, and took no one for wife.
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until heedless prey appears - zap!
Tendrils so meekly
Come over to meet me- looms!
Pink rays, stings, oh ouch!
jellyfish swims by
not concerned with me at all
feelings similar
Little tiny Jellyfish,
you look like gobs of snot.
Then I went and stepped on you
and found out your not.
Little tiny Jellyfish,
your kiss really hurts a lot.
Next time that I walk the beach,
on snot I will step not.
Nothing else I tried worked except for something silly.
For "Jellyfish at the Beach" contest
Hosted by Susan Mills
Placement: 7th place
For the contest: Any Funny Poem
Placement: 12th
Translucent mauve and purple on a strict medusian mission
In rhythmic undulation bubble-shaped to thwart suspicion.
Together they are swarming as they quiver with ambition.
They hide away the feelers – meant to help radar evasion
Infesting seas and oceans. It’s the jellyfish invasion!
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Paul Callus ~ 22 nd June 2014
Contest: Five Lines (A Quickie)
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed: 5th
Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
Except crabs and eels
And curious seals
Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their last chaplain
A sunken boat, company for the last captain
The sea has many secrets
And I know her spirit well
For I am the last witness
To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye
I cast my shawl
Up mountains hidden
By current and canyon
I watch with my many eyes
The dolphins panic caught in trawlers net
Whose whistle, the final lament
Asphyxiation the cruel torment
The finless shark, the once proud ruler of this realm
Writhes in clouds of blood, while enemies swoop
Victim to another’s, gourmet soup
All is secret, for the sea hides many things
Her coral cities and sea horse prairies
But locked away in Davies locker
Oil and gas,
The treasure and the waste
She is the mother of all,
And the reaper of her domain
And I am left to wonder
For her embrace is mine to share
For I am the jelly fish, and I am a witness
To all who have wronged
This place where I belong
And now I see the virgin iceberg
A last paradise where man is not welcome
Leave my mother be, and leave her children’s kingdom
Let the cold be her knight,
Let the bears rule the night
And let nature be the light.
For I am just a jellyfish
Wandering my home, the sea,
You go to yours and let mine be.
For the sea will always be a part
Of you, and me.
And that is how, to respect my home, the sea
Footnote: Thejellyfish has over twenty eyes, more than any other creature on the planet
Jellyfish drifting.
Outstretched tentacles floating –
Too soon washed ashore.
~~~Turritopsis Nutricular~~~
The immortal jelly fish, I wish we could be
Living like him/her under the sea.
After reaching his or her sexual maturity
It can turn back to a polyp, I wish it was me
It uses a process called transdifferentiation
It absorbs its own body, a good job it’s not a nation
I imagine it all on a global scale
You wiped them all out for them to grow back from a tail.
It seems as though the immortal jellyfish
Is not so immortal though when you read this.
Cos as it reverts it gets diseased, eaten or dies,
By this thing called plankton, and I think that comes with fries.
Now, you may wonder why I urinate on my toes
But I know the cure when thrust in pain’s throes
After bare footing on a beach of golden sand
And accidentally treading on a jellyfish’s band.
The sting is sharp and the pain so very intense
You hop around with one foot a swollen immense
You want relief as fast as you can get it
Pull down your pants and start to wet it.
I know this sounds gross and a little perverse
The longer you wait, the pain just grows worse
The scientific reasons I cannot explain
But the chemistry of urine relieves jellyfish pain.
How the first person figured this out, I haven’t got a clue
And if you are too modest, perhaps I’ll urinate on you
Don’t you worry; I’ll hold and aim my own hose
Just next time on the beach, put shoes on your toes.
Jellyfish At The Beach
Graceful pirouettes
Swirling among the waves.
Dancing months of r's,
Warriors with a sting.
Empty balloons on sand.
Black plastic jellyfish float on the breeze,
detritus of homeless, drunk as you please.
Reminders of illness, and other things lost,
price of a forty the true smallest cost.
Gathered at feedings, the city’s unknown,
backpacks aloft, they migrate and roam.
Library, shelters, and other spots too,
wandering tribe of the destitute blue.
Aggressive panhandler or meekest ghost
trading in cigarettes and ancient boast,
past loves and triumphs now long forgotten,
family ties (and teeth) terribly rotten.
Health scares daily and fear of attack,
almost impossible to watch one’s back,
no matter comrades or their free cell phone,
when the dark one arrives, they will die alone.
I am a drifting Jellyfish
my hopes are none to all
I love a place and a time
the current rips it from me
I have no home, I have no constant
variables fill my mind
I cannot show what I love
but really it's a given
All I want is a stable home
no movement in my waters
The selfish Sea only sees it's self
one day I will be gone
Beware you selfish Ocean
my defense is my sting