Under The Sea Poems | Examples
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The canvas is so much like a seashore
Where hands comb for a body to the storm
Sometimes a continental piece will shift
These wounds under the palette —
Give her light while looking through the bars
From some more than thousand marks
The brush of close kissing hair by
The stroke of your blue in brown eyes
Stay familiar this very last year
With painted on tears —
The paints dispensed in the water pass
God, forgive the glass.
A tide that leaves colors to our flashback's wind —
My true colors are yours to see within
Late night, under the bloody moonlight.
Sea breeze, I can almost freeze,
With a clothing that is ripped.
I lay on the soft mattress,
Like a damsel in distress.
Waiting for a knight,
That would be willing to save such mistress.
I feel like a pebble, being thrown in the water.
I may stay afloat, but will inevitably drown.
When will such misery leave me.
I looked around,
What a paradise, I thought.
What should I do.
I still wanted to hear your voice,
Even if hateful,
I still wanted to see your eyes,
No matter the disgust,
I still wanted to feel the warmth,
Of your body, that is now someone's property.
How am I going to go on.
I guess I wouldn't need to.
As we won't ever see each other again.
I once had a special place by the sea;
A quiet get away where I loved to be;
My favorite place for God and me.
A solemn place, most Devine
And serene, free of people for a season.
The only sounds I heard were occasional fog horns,
the roaring of the sea, and the still small voice of God.
It was delightful living 4 blocks from the sea.
Now I reside 2000 miles from that beloved sea.
At some point in their lives, like me, I wish
that everyone had a place by the sea; a place
where the sea gulls flock by the sea cliffs,
Where the bounties of nature come together.
Those big cargo ships from far eastern
Shores slowly flowing under the Golden
Gate Bridge was always a sight to see.
I sure do miss my special place by the sea.
Far away across the ocean
a wave
perhaps unique
moved across the swell.
The wind of progress stirred a surge
propelled momentum
unrolling our human story.
As the finite ocean is bounded by a shore
closing the shallows
our wave accelerates
rises to a crest.
Showing beauty in power.
it curls.
It crashes.
Its energy is spent
upon the beach and rocks.
Our life
our growth
will be sucked back
under the following
wave
all our progress lost.
Such is the cycle of evolution
and renewal.
Time has no wings
But it flies faster than bald eagles and fast jets
Time has no rings
But it is engaged or bound to ‘no safety nets’
And married with death.
We are all migrants in the depth
Of the valleys. We are passing by
Like the wind. No matter how hard we try
We will have to go
Like an unwanted cargo.
Time is nobody’s enemy
Be smart to lend a hand
To a stranger, for no real friend
Exists in this messy quagmire
Where everything is strange and dire.
We really own nothing
We are all living on borrowed time
We shall pay for the crime
Remember that we own nothing
Yet we keep on fantasizing and dreaming.
Time, which is not an enemy
Owns everything under the sun
And everything under the blue moon
FYI: Nobody has returned from Heaven
Not even the wisest angel of the deep blue Sea.
Copyright © April 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The call of the sea
I walk alone
Amid the crowds
Of unsmiling grim-faced people
And dream of turning into a white bird
And fly away
From the noise surrounding me
I hear in my heart
The call of the sea
Quiet under the moonlight
I want to see each star
Shining in the night sky
And know peace
Even as cars rush by
In their hurry to get nowhere
I ask myself
If there is a magic word I can learn
To turn myself into a white bird
Flying over a sea
Bathed in silver moonlight
Under the dark high flying clouds
resides the forgotten home of loneliness.
Its gnarly whispers of welcome, cold
colder than the sea.
Yes on this faint moonlit beach
the icy sea laps and sings gently,
so gently
as if your fingers are running through my hair
and the wind is your voice.
The wind wails sorrowfully of broken promises
and the sea, it breaks and collapses
flooding the beach with its salted tears.
But nevermind all that,
for the sun must rise
and the day must follow suite, though,
even when I open my eyes
I admit that I cannot forget you.
Things that I hadn't done hunt me
Hunt me like something,
Something I don't know
But just can feel,
Like some bad dream or a nightmare.
Now what can I do, what can I do?
Let's fall in love with the sky,
Look at the stars along....
Praying, praying....
Standing under the trees,
Looking at the storm raging on....
Let's fall in love with all
Let's fall in love again and again.
Two black eyes
On a sweet white face
Floppy ears that lie
Those ears actually taste
Algae is the most favourite place
With no arms
No tricks up their sleeves
Should they be on a farm?
Each looks like a sheep
If only they made a bit of cheese
To light their fire
They suck chloroplasts
Leaf sheep never tire
Photosynthesis gives them gas
Even without the sun’s sunny blast
Amazing you say
We must agree
And all shout hurray!
Photosynthesis under the sea?
An amazing feat for a slug so wee
Darkish water, stormy seas
Not a problem to be seen
The leaf sheep glow and glean
Pokey horns but they’re not mean
Wearing chlorophyll dresses in neon green
Not green with envy or jealousy
Not these hermaphrodites
Always with themselves lovey
Never a fight
Peace and love are always in sight
You will want to pet them
This most unlikely lot
But please don’t squeeze them
They will pop
They’re the size of a dot
Under the sea with colorful coral all over
Bright colors all over the sea
Sand that engulfs the whole ocean
The smell of Krabby Patties within the sea
A yellow sponge coming out of a pineapple dancing work
A blue squid frowning down below
A pink star under a rock
A red crab talking about money and
Several sea creatures crowding inside a barrel with
The smell of food emanating from it
Snapping it up with so much zeal
The shiny black shag with its slinky eel.
The sand eel squirmed and slipped back to the sea.
The shag said stop, please stay with me!
You want to eat me said the edible eel.
I do not want to be your meal.
I see you swim under the sea
At speeds much faster than slithering me.
You will swallow me whole.
And then where will I be?
In my belly, of course, said the shag smilingly!
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
After midnight, an uncle
was born a newborn.
In the center of the Buddhist room where incense smoke lingers
He was born sitting on his haunches
He stood up, his legs trembling
“I really wanted to be a steamboat.“
He was a troublesome man.
So the next day, we went out to the harbor in the morning.
Uncle Pulp was armored up with a heavy body.
“Watch out, Uncle!”
I closed my eyes.
Behind my eyelids, the sunlight shone thinly.
Sure enough, he slips on the tetrapod.
He slips on the tetrapod and flips over.
His head was bleeding and he couldn't move a muscle.
I knew he would not live long
But the way it all ended so quickly
I was a little disappointed and sentimental for a while.
The next afternoon
under the bridge, where I could hear the sound of the rain
I was playing with stones
The leaden sky stretched far out to sea
to the sea beyond.
Then I saw my uncle's soul emerge from his corpse
the soul of my uncle, shimmering
It came to me
“I still can't be a steamboat
But I think I can become a mirage.“
With a look of unconcern on his face
He went out into the rainy sea.
And he never came back.
Island time is for me
watching the deep blue sea.
I am truly set free,
there went a yellow bee,
loving naps under the tree.
#3 Island ~ Rhyme
On this majestic month of May,
The clouds have conspired with the sun in a mist of golden gray,
Like a toxic forbidden love that fights to stay,
Wishing to birth magic yet creating an agonizing flurry of disarray,
Burnt barks that run under my raven slippers,
To great distances drenched in distressed heavens,
Turning hazel hardwood to grow weary and wet,
To a tender, dull mossy carpet.
Now under the violet visions, with the waters amongst the sand,
Lay the silent infestation of invisible insects on a holiday land,
Blazing on our skin,
Making us itch like a physical sin,
Leaving a searing within.
The alchemist too can’t tell where to begin,
Why does such love have to be a battling pain that wins?
Either pour a flood or flash luminosity,
Dangling doors standing against the raining in summer days,
A hopeless spar, but I am tempted to jump in for a swim,
Nature’s gym.
….. My thoughts have derailed,
But the empress of the sea prevailed,
With oils that bind to her heart,
And clarity that shall never depart.
So what more do I need on the logs that stand in this prickly cave?