Short Dorsal Poems

Short Dorsal Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dorsal by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dorsal by length and keyword.


On the Importance of the Dorsal Fin

Lacking a dorsal fin, the human being
is ill-suited to his very constitution,
relying rather on ambition and threads of fantasy to
carry him to places a fish cares not to see
© Aron Jacob  Create an image from this poem.


Shark

Slow sways, it meanders ~
Sandy spotted mammoth
Sieving the shallow sea…
Still that dorsal fin fear!
Some jaws don’t bite or bark
Such is deep’s largest fish…
Sized gape, my whale shark awe ~

(3/27/22)
Form: Pleiades

Objetivo Dia Novo

Objetivo dia Novo

Você já sabe mas não custa lembrar: Sempre,
na vida e nos negócios
a objetivo de um dia novo 
é criar uma  nova alma e um novo nariz; 
pés novos, 
uma nova espinha dorsal, 
novos ouvidos e novos olhos. 

Quer queiramos ou não, 
o dia novo trará novos desafios; 
quer os apreendamos ou não, 
o novo ano trará novas oportunidades.

Premium Member In the Wee Hours

in the wee hours
of the morning
i love to watch the sun
stretch its arms lazily
as it thinks about
rising ever so slowly

and the october leaves
so sparse are fluttering
in anticipation
of warm rays
caressing their dorsal fins
and underbelly



AP: 3rd place 2022

Submitted on October 25, 2018 for contest END OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Premium Member Decay

^Truth is the smallest of all cays.
Surrounded by blood waters of the past...
The dorsal fins of doubt and deception.
Only the brave dare to take the chance. 
To swim out to it and fend off the thrash.  

Most would rather stay where they're at.
With the plush comforts of the arrogant mainland.
Suckling poison fruits of ego and half-truths...
Then sashay upon the decay of the damned^


Fatigue

Dragging my dorsal as I glide
sends my energy on a slide
beyond the scope of synergy
until there's not much left in me.

Yawns putter from my monster gape
when I'm smothered flat like a grape
stalled until my vintage accrues,
choking summons such vibrant hues.

The moon above demands my trust
before my flesh breaks down to dust
blowing into the atmosphere
to merge these auras without fear.
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Balloon and Anchor

life-the anchor
filled with fruitless war
sticky harlot loneliness
dirt hugging orphans
tied to the umbilical cord
then the big toe at the undertaker's Inn...
alpha to omega

life the balloon
tethered to soul at conception
sprinkled with stardust
the breath of the universe
lifting basket hearts above
dorsal fin breakers
the false prophets
the fiery fakers

life the balloon
life the anchor

Premium Member Accolades To the Moon

Since risen dawn, clouds have been drifting in,
shifting their shapes, swimming above the sea.
There seems to be a whale waving her dorsal fin
My accolades to the moon's power sung in apogee

There are tiny rivulets where starfish cannot hide
Sea worms wiggling, trying to inch their way home
Nothing escapes the hastened withdrawal of low tide
leaving treasures to discover on this morning as I roam
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Babe Ruth the Swimmer

I dreamt of Babe Ruth
in Howard Johnsons' 
lighted pool doing

the backstroke so brilliantly.
No bats lying around
anywhere. warm water

reflected dorsal pecs, 
beautiful biceps, round
spiral muscles fanning

along so softly.
Finally finding the nerve
to say: Babe! your a

ballplayer; Sultan of swat.
Smiling at me timidly:
I'm a ballplayer and a

a swimmer. He replied
calmly gliding away.
A swan in the moonlight.

Premium Member Opaqueness of Faith

They've been talking about the end times
since the beginning of time.
The will of fear is to keep us in line.
Will I be cherry-picked for heaven
or tossed to the pigsty.

I have an opaque flavor of faith.
Never fully believing in divine things. 
That I've never really felt or seen.
So, I'll probably be going down fast.
When all the carnage and $hit hits the fan.
but for now, I'm riding dorsal fin waves. 
Lighting the fuses and having a blast.
Form: Rhyme

Hector Dolphins

Hectors Dolphins are listed as, endangered
and a sub-species, Maui’s Dolphin are critically endangered
with only about 55 left, in New Zealand’s shallow waters
in the North Island eastern shores, is their home with borders

Hector Dolphins dorsal fin, looks like Mickey Mouse’s ear
and they are the smallest and rarest, of all marine dolphins
Their biggest threat, is being caught up in human fishing gear
and humans polluting, boat striking, developing and seabed mining
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Seal

 Gray seals usually feed on herring and cod
 Squids and eels also get the nod
 But things have taken a disturbing spin
 Now they're chowing down on dolphins!

 This has scientists quite concerned
 As humans could be next on the menu 
Sometimes nature takes an unexpected turn
 As animals find new prey to chew

Watch out for sharks at sea
 For you may become its next meal
 If you see a dorsal fin, you will flee
 But don't end up in the jaws of the gray seal
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
sea
Form: Rhyme

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