Sharks Poems - Poems about Sharks

verse 1 Mr Nice Man nice disguise at the front just like your own paintings blur the edges just like Salvador. verse 2 Promising prizes not like the wisest dont act like you care Predator. Chorus your floating in the wrong seas your fighting me for what for your hunting for the wrong things all like Salvador. Chorus 2 Your fighting in the wrong seas hunting for the wrong things up side down, wrong...

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( from my work in progress' Dance of the Seas' ) Draft 1 verse 1 Step into the water going under searching further left or right verse 2 Holding my own deep in the Ocean spend time following your both alike chorus mimic the rules language toys left or right conditions of the night verse 3 Holding their own, here we go again taking my hand and following orders its just language toys we're both...

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fins pierce the ocean’s still surface~ a shiver of sharks...

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a shiver of sharks ever closer the dead eyes rose tint glosses...

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POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Fair Game by Michael R. Burch At the Tennessee State Fair, the largest stuffed animals hang tilt-a-whirl over the pool tables with mocking button eyes, knowing the playing field is unlevel, that the rails slant, ever so slightly, north or south, so that gravity is always on their side, conspiring to save their plush, extravagant hides year after year. “Come hither, come...

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In times where eyes are fixated at your sins, judgment trolls in deceptive double standards. When pointing fingers nobody really wins, there's no joy in being defamed and slandered. Swimming in an aquarium full of fins, sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned. Scars will bleed with pain making you feel brittle, hard...

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"Sharks and Paddlers" That one’s like a pilot fish follows up the ladder and down snakes and ladders sharks and paddlers That one’s like a pilot fish lost without a body to cling to (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) ...

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> here comes white-tip sharks with zebra-striped pilot fish working up frenzy as one distracts, one attacks > the shipwreck sharks have a feast ...

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A shiver finning slowly and meticulously through the currents of an empathic sea Wanton eyes peering and hungering because they're bloodthirsty Yes, Clearly! The thirst for blood is present But just any ol' blood won't do It is the highly coveted blood of an empath that's in their view Now, the great hunt ensues An indomitable quest to satiate an...

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peter marks, rhymes with sharks, warns the people To be sharp.? Your life he wishes I note to save.? He advocates 'a new stab' in three months its to be Made.? I thought in the (dark winter) exerscise Col James Bush implied in 2007 that process was live.? Maybe i'm wrong.?? But lets move along; to the latest Jingle sound-byte or...

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My boyfriend (Peter) and I went down to New Haven Harbor today. Let’s face it, we’re surrounded by oceans, and most of them are downright inhospitable. I live near the ocean, (pointing) it’s right over there. I love the ocean, tripping over whenever I’ve time to spare. The way I’m fawning over it, you’d think I know it well. But I...

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POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Shark by Michael R. Burch They are all unknowable, these rough pale men— haunting dim pool rooms like shadows, propped up on bar stools like scarecrows, nodding and sagging in the fraying light... I am not of them, as I glide among them— eliding the amorphous camaraderie they are as unlikely to spell as to feel, camouflaged in my own pale dichotomy... That there...

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Swift, agile predators, sharks patrol coral reefs swimming silently and stealthily among the shadows, they pursue prey, surgically culling sick and or injured fish. (Pleiades) 03/18/2022 In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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She's a triathlete, dialed into an optimal diet. Of dedication and clean living. Logging lonely miles down isolated trails. Where grizzlies and perverts like to dwell. She bikes upon the veins of a big city. Cars filled with smart phoners and assorted crazies. Buzzing within inches of her lean ambitions... (she has much more faith than me). She dips into the sea at...

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beneath circling clouds in the depths of the ocean with little nearby lies a speck of an island of but thirty-five square miles green mountain rising from which hot lava once flowed most toward the west where the people live today in modest isolation not quite as busy as during the Falkland War a remote haven for whale and turtle watchers and those not easily bored the Two Boats village an...

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