Short Surfer Poems

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


Premium Member little surfer

once a surfer named ava

annoyed fish with each wava

a whale came around

and knocked her aground

a lesson in behava.
Form: Limerick


Haiku No 37

Lone surfer rides waves
Steers through a rainbow sunrise
Crashed  - forgot sun shades.

Azure blue dazzling
Divided waters surging
A whale of a day.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member in case

dawn has cajoled herself awake
anticipating the first surfer on the beach
she is determined to make it the best day
in case there is a shark in the water

Surfing the Gold Coast

Great White Sharks are a Gold Coast wonder
Though crocodiles may steal their thunder
But all surfers know
It is time to go 
When kangaroos line up Down Under
Form: Limerick

Surfer Catch Ocean Spray

Surfer Catch Ocean Spray

If surfer should catch some ocean spray,
Even though hair has been turning gray;
More mature,
Know for sure;
Hope to soon go to heaven to God pray.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Great Surfer Soon Became

Great Surfer Soon Became

Truly great surfer he soon became,
And was known for his wide acclaim;
Never did behave;
Became wave slave,
Along with all of his fortune and fame.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Topless Surfer

This summer, my twin met a surfer guy,
wearing bright shorts, looked like a dragonfly.
Funny, had a bush so thick,
thought he’d impress his new chick,
his topless humor made her wave goodbye.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Surfer Chick

He never stopped preaching
About the color of my hair
So I kept right on bleaching
and now there's nothing there 











Contest: Bad hair day
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Form: Chastushka

Water Sport

She climbed on the table at tea
and said she was surfing the sea,
I did wonder why,
as tables are dry -
then noticed her puddles of pee...

written 17th July for Lisa's contest based on the table-surfer pic
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Optimism Rules

tippling but not toppling
bending like a willow in the north win
pushed down by loud shouts of thunder
I ride the crackling lightening
feeling like a wind surfer
knowing I will end up back on top
optimism rules

Numbness

Lone and cradle of bone
Alone I am in crowded cone
Phone is stay on the air
Amid of voices I hear thousands fear
Slough of golden serpent runs on sand of river
A stain - zigzag plays a game of dark as aloof surfer !

What I Love About the Lord

What I Love About the Lord

What I will always love about the Lord,
Is when he gave me a great surfboard;
Quickly sped;
Had hit my head;
Riding waves with it do look forward.

Jim Horn

For Surfer Son Shawn Horn.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Riding the Wave

Met a surfer today
  riding the crime wave
Ax-murderer that I am
  he went to a watery grave

I got away scot-free, of course
  police deparment being defunded
Chased me with a carousel horse
  Even I could outrun him
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Surfer Dude

when the pain is too much to bear
I close my eyes and picture
surfing the waves of my youth
the ocean sounds get louder
till the roar takes over
and makes me see how
the afterlife might be



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Sea dump

Bone ash hills
The new kills 
Surfer fills the fishes gills
Helpless creatures of the septic sea 
Is this the way you were meant to be 
Chemical foam waves 
Petroleum roam beaches 
When will we learn the lesson it teaches
Form: Rhyme

Frosty Mornings

Winters here,
fill your lungs
with cold fresh
winter air.

Feel
the frosty morning
embrace, an icy
stink upon your face.

A silver surfer can be
traced. He's left an
icy wake.

Tread 
carefully, walk with
patient footsteps
© Andy Craig  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Silver Surfer

Galactic traveler        Speed of light        Unstoppable force         Endless fight     Wisdom and truth        Surfs the skies        Boundless energy       Never dies      The Silver Surfer       My hero to the end            For Contest
Form: Rhyme

Thinking About Waves

I ought to wave at a wave
Not the third or fourth Covid wave
But that about which a surfer might rave
A wave is one of a set
Molecules of water ripples, more ripples yet
Until a wave is but 
Part of a series
Of waves of crests
and troughs
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

A favourite poet - Judith Wright

Birds behind 

A blue sky mirror,

Speak in metaphor;

The surfer riding waves

Feels liquid muscle.

You were a hologram maker, 

Lacquering layers - 
nature, humanity, God;

Composing a resonance

In other minds;

Thought cascades.

Premium Member Gretas' Delema

So, a rich, entitled surfer dude with multiple useless degrees.
Whacks a rich CEO of a health insurance company.
Suddenly he's the Robin Hood of the A.I generation.
Feeding the blood of the rich and greedy
to the uninsured and needy. (Top that, Greta Thunberg).

Bum

My kid is cool
A real surfer with blonde hair to match
The waves come without warning
Riding is a thrill for us all
Calm to the peak with explosive prickles
Rain or shine we ride
Out or in
I wonder if we really have a choice
Love is unconditional
Patience wears thin

Premium Member Haiku: Traditional 11

Still here by lake shore
Seagulls knife air, sailers tack, 
No traffic lights flash

Brian Johnston
October 3, 2015

Variation on Haiku: Traditional 11

Still here by lake shore
Gulls knife languid surfer air, 
No warning lights flash

Brian Johnston
October 17, 2015
Form: Haiku

Backdoor

I was surfing the Banzai Pipe
When the Backdoor opened like hype
A shark lurking there
Missed me by an hair
But my shorts sure needed a wipe! 

 Some say the Hawaiian island of O'ahu got its name
from the last words of a surfer who encountered a shark:
"Oh!  AH! oo")!
Form: Limerick

Crocodile Surf

CROCODILE  SURF



Curving surf and plunging
Breakers  open up and and snarl over
And slap down closed,
Crest of breaker a jagged rim
Dripping long fangs of water
Before snapping shut,
And the surfer disappears
Threshing helplessly in the spume
Of the jaws and the foaming saliva.
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Life Surfing

Where sky meets ocean and air meets water,
and these two approach land,
a novice surfer 
glides ever sideways along the borderline
between the graceful, smooth glass of intention,
and the turbulent, chaotic crash of execution.
This eternal moment is called life.
In love, it is called marriage or fatherhood.

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