Best Mermaids Poems
She’s always drawing mermaids, and they bear
resemblance to their artist, for each one
is but a girl. Dark, wavy, thick, long hair
hides pre-pubescent breasts; Elysian
the islands drawn for all her mermaids seem . . .
so different from her own reality.
The islands that she colors are her dream.
She also yearns to swim the wondrous sea.
She’d have a mermaid’s iridescent tail . . .
No place between two legs to cause her shame!
She’d be a strong free mermaid, but she’s frail,
and so she sketches dreams she cannot claim.
Her mother sees each picture that she’s drawn,
yet fails to see her daughter's joy is gone.
For William Kekaula's Sonnet's Salutation Poetry Contest
From 2011, this is one of my sonnets with the deepest metaphorical meaning
There once were mermaids hailing from Crete
The Aegean Sea they'd rule so sweet
They'd enchant with their chant
Dull the rant when heard 'can't'
For them not a match was Hercules' fleet
The sea'd get wild and tumultuous
The men unruly rambunctious
With strength superhuman
Hercules 'gainst omen
Down went the men less than virtuous
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes
Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes
The cool oceans breeze kisses her beet-red cheeks
It knows what she’s come for and what she seeks
Sunshine drips onto coppery auburn locks shimmering, it lifts
A pale honey-wheat straw sunhat spins away and drifts
Almost completely submerged in salty brazen waters
Compelled at this point with the nauticus mythic plotters
Shut against blaring sunrays are her deep emerald eyes
Her sunburnt face gazing up at vanilla skys
She meditates on what had before appeared, a glimpse
Of the siren with long flowing raven hair and other nymphs
Teeth chattering to tapping sounds like wooden castanets do
Contain her trembling lips she can’t, they turn purplish merlot-blue
Shaking from an Autumn’s cold spell, she imagines she’s a mermaid
But diving in opaque murky silt wasn’t what she had expected
Her bare flesh emerging from impure poisonous rot of green
Blood red ripples dripping from the clouds that are unseen
Neither she nor the fierce Cyrene, Apollos wife the naiad should dread
Numbing overcomes her at last she hears the siren singing in her head
Paralyzing fragments of her hallucination now bestow
A gifted sacrifice her (secret thoughts) needed for soothing waves to flow
In the distance a cranberry sun sets, now streaks of pink implores
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores
A beautiful mermaid appears and thanks her for her secret thought
That only love for the deep blue sea (the ocean is life) and to all this be taught
The seas softly speak with voices that talismanically tweak,
Magical maids in their mystique porpoises of their physique…
Ambient aqua-marine waving seductresses of their craving,
A splashing sylph spraying through wandering waters braving…
Goddesses of the dousing deep show finesse as they leap,
Enchanting when they weep collecting desires for their keep…
Landing on our sandy shore all eyes on the deceptive décor,
Mystic Mermaids to adore Lorelei longing from the Ocean floor…
A siren seducer submersing a temptress of the water traversing,
Below lavender skies nursing her delinquent desires dispersing…
Mesmerizing mermaids silently sailing with their mermen tailing,
A sorceress in their scaling intoxicated by their Venus unveiling.
Sept.23.2019
MERMAIDS Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 4'th...Thank You
NOT For contest, wrote this on the beach today and realised I'd wrote over the 20 line max, thought I'd post it anyway.
What follows reads like a tall fishy tale
How I nearly died in a force ten gale
I had hired a boat with my family
For a blissful ten days out on the sea.
All was going well and then came a storm
For this time of year it wasn't the norm
Told the kids to get inside; also my wife
What follows is true, I swear on my life.
A lightning bolt hit the side of the boat
I prayed to God that we would stay afloat
Disaster had struck and the electrics blew
And to get safely home I hadn't a clue .
Now all the family were getting frantic
We were adrift and I tried not to panic
I said "We'll be missed help will come along"
Then I could hear it, a beautiful song.
Looked down into the water and to my surprise
Mermaids swimming I couldn't believe my eyes
Seven beautiful girls all with long hair
I was in shock; all I could do was stare.
One pointed to the side at a coiled rope
Was this even real and was this false hope
Then she motioned again and said to throw
They all grabbed a piece and began to tow.
I must have dozed off and the next I knew
We were being helped by the harbour crew
One said "No power, you came to the docks
And how the hell did you avoid the rocks"?.
My family had slept through it all too
The sea was calm now and the sky was blue
Everyone called me hero of the day
Couldn't find words didn't know what to say .
I held back telling them the true story
It wasn't me that should get the glory
I thought of the rope and how we were towed
On boats side it was coiled and neatly stowed.
How can I forget, I owe them my life
Also my two kids and of course my wife
Mermaids are real I hope you believe me
I saw them that day swimming in the sea.
Written 23rd September 2019.
Mermaids
Mermaids swimming in a school
‘neath the ocean blue
locks of gold and scales of jewel
sunlight streaming through.
Sailor’s dream this vision is,
sirens of the deep;
playing in the ocean’s fizz,
in a seaman’s sleep.
Fantasies of sheer delight,
visions in the mind;
maritime seductive sight,
searching hard to find.
Joining in this reverie,
where I wish I was;
lost within this fantasy,
dreaming, just because…
September 26, 2019
Mermaid Heart
Mermaid on the moon:
come see me soon.
I am fading in the night,
losing my light,
I am torn in two pieces;
one of them is ewe.
Heart,a mermaids heart,
is the only
word---that i have been
able,
softly spoken,
to find---to utilize,
in the water,
where my mermaid swims.
Which one word (heart)
my heart
spoken in love
comes even close
close to the love
written in the
Heart of ewe,
Woman in the foamy waves
swimming near to me,
my love it comes.
It is a heart,
a mermaids heart.
The mermaids ball music still lingers .
Swordfish Fred and his shoal of sweet singers
Had a whale of a time
On the octopus slime
Caressed by their salty fish-fingers .
The elliptical sea, ageless, timeless without fathoms depth
Of the eternal degree, its finite waves ushering against the
Everlasting shore of tranquility’s rush, a liquid vacuum of inner
Special waves, crashing against the coral rife of life itself.
Beneath serenity's surging, under the undertows splashing,
Lies a world within a world, beauties sacred personified,
Swimming in this elliptical sea, of the ageless, the timeless,
Without fathoms depth of the eternal degree, behold the
Immortals of this aquatic special zone.
In the silence stirs the vibrate light of mystery, in brilliance
Disturbance hides enchantments ledges, swirling ascendants
Diving within reflecting beams of solar flares, mingling amongst
The tail endings of comet dust, and purging the surface breaking
The wake nature’s stillness.
Galactic mermaids snapping their flippers at the rings
Of Saturn, gliding mariners obsorbing the heat from
The white dwarf sun, and bathing in the cooling pools
Of forgotten moons.
Drinking from the icicles hanging from the big dipper handle,
Feasting at the bouquet table of the thunder gods mighty
Shore line’s shoals blackened waters, exist this twilight
Beings of beauties most fare.
Thrown are nets of imagination, cast away are the
Vessels sail of inspiration, materializing admits the
Stormy wake of gale force winds, a universal
Hurricane and I a lone captain striving, to capture
It’s tidal beauty by quiled inks pen.
I’m on a ponders vision quest, searching for perfection,
Yet lost without sextons credence, this dream seeker,
Can only worship these immortals by thoughts provision,
Left in isolation's dreaming realm, swimming amongst
The solar mermaids, in this eternal sea, ageless, and
Timeless without fathoms depth of degree.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Mermaids swim between
Ladders of twisted seaweed
Beneath the blue sea.
Beautiful mermaids:
Mythical ocean dwellers.
Why don't they have gills?
Mythical mermaids--
If real, are they then friendly,
Or are they Sirens?
Caught you a mermaid?
Best not fall in love with her.
They don't mate, they spawn!
From beneath foam and spray, where the
Sun light never penetrates, in fathom's chilly forbidden
Realm lies a kingdom of golden coral reefs.
Poseidon’s children of the murky depths dwell, in liberation's
Untamed wilderness of the unknown.
Mermaids and mermen living in this aquatic domain,
Of the evergreen's seaweed jungle, a lost paradise
Hidden under the big blues stormy seas.
Titan's sons and daughters, freedom’s enlightened
Spiritual unbound souls, rejoice in essences elegance,
In these sacred waters of the bluest deep.
Swimming acrobate of the brimmy mists, enchantments
Beguiling sirens sing an ancient mystical tones lullaby,
Tempting the land dwellers. to cast aside their earthen
Tethers, daring them to plunge under the tidal surf.
To death’s splendor of silence, and yet for one moment’s
Single breath held, to experience the ultimate beauty,
Known only to these creatures of the immortal deep.
In purity's crystal clear thoughts, uncluttered by the ideas
Of humanity, instinctual beings living completely without
Boundaries restrictions.
Loving spirits, children of joys innocence, reveling
In exhilaration secret garden, in this timeless bubble,
Beneath theses mystic waves of blue.
Behold the natural wonder called the great barrier reef,
Where creatures of myth, playfully frolic, in a tag team
Match of hide and go seek, weaving, dodging through
A seaweed forest of tidal riptides divides.
Sleek mere creatures of the oceans
Tidal tribes, banding together to survive.
Dancing in sequence with the waves turning motions.
Singing forgotten songs in tender under tones,
Sweet melodies to one another.
Beauty in contrast in such wondrous currents
Of mythology.
Do they really exist who knows, but in the soul of
Wonderment, I believe they do, these the mermaids,
Of the deepest blue.
mermaids secret stash
her iridescent buttons
mother of pearl
Thus seen, far past one's own
To delve the ink depths, lone
Too brave to wrest the clasp
Of cold steel from your grasp ...
Oh, how can there e'er be
A pearl to charge the sea
For gods, in all their best
To place, bold, in their breast?
Hence, man's empyreal trial
Midst epochs, stark denial
A matron's peerless valor
Or veil of bloodless pallor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest Number 405 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Those Floridans, the manatees
Love playing in the surf …
First cousins to the elephant –
The only ones on Earth!