Ocean Turtle Poems | Examples
These Ocean Turtle poems are examples of Turtle poems about Ocean. These are the best examples of Turtle Ocean poems written by international poets.
where is the moon that
used to guide me home to breed -
gulls had no reply
they too can't see sky above ~
smudged by human stamps of smog
In tranquil depths, the sea turtle glides,
Ancient traveler where the ocean hides.
With a shell like armor, so strong and wise,
She dances through currents, beneath the wide skies.
A journey of miles, through coral and foam,
In the heart of the sea, she finds her home.
Graceful and patient, a timeless ballet,
The gentle wanderer, forever at play.
optimistic turtle decides to take the plunge
he pushes off Gardner's Island with hope in his heart
he rides choppy waters for hours
heading toward the far-away lighthouse
knowing there is some sort of refuge there
he takes periodic breaks, floating easily on top of the waves
unconcerned, with resolve that he will not only survive but thrive
his optimism fills the ocean with hope
even the sharks feel it, and they respond
secretly rooting for him to make it
They struggle to the waves
on floppy leather wings.
So very many are picked,
then tossed up and back
on a sheer-beaked razor edge
into a gull’s throat.
Did one escape in the frenzy?
Hard to tell
if one soft shell made it
to the ocean or not.
The caught keep swimming,
plunging on down the gullets.
little sea turtle
racing toward the ocean waves
its new life begins.
There within the shell of splendor floats
Waves carry armored ancients on their backs
Isolated oceans dream of waters tropical
Much warmer are the wanderings of warriors
Gurgles without sound go softly down
Bubbles of the surf will speak out loud
But no words come out
In summer deep within the shallows
Eggs sleep mellow in their oval shapes
Sand is there to build a heaven, to build a beach
Creatures so happy to be tossed like salad
Go back to the solace from where they came
Somber on the swollen waves
As the rolling magic takes them away
Sometimes life has its hurdles
But there is one word and that is turtle
Subtle beak peeks, blowing through a reef’s ostentatiousness
Emerging from dark impervious depths, the need to breathe
Adept adaptation caught between the blues and greens of aqua
Turtle spins in shelly quagmire where the sea and land consort
Ungainly gravity adheres, sands rasp of birth or death juju
Raking flippers grasp a slow, staid, trek, back to the water
Tortuous adversities unwind in the airy world fraught
Leaving ablutions of the ocean with its weightless thrill
Emptied gasps fill, descending once more, to polish its brown mottle
(2/16/2021)
There was once a Leatherback Turtle,
Who locals named ‘Mama Mertle’,
She like all her relations was prehistoric,
Still seen today, how euphoric,
She laid many eggs in the sand,
Not in the sea, but on land,
110 per lay, 9 lays’ per season,
And for an obvious reason,
Hundreds of babies,
Some Amies, some Jamies,
Now all hatched, scurried,
Instinctively worried,
How many would make the sea!
First ever prize,
For these tiny guys,
Is reaching the ocean,
With as little commotion,
Inherently feel, should remain alive,
And somehow have to survive!
Predators amidst, like crabs and fish,
And birds swooping for this tasty dish,
But our mother Mertle,
Is an untroubled Turtle,
Swims away, not at all anxious!
Mertle, forgets them, and so tiny,
Defenceless, vulnerable, highly,
Exposed to vicious attack,
Impossible now to go back,
So, far less than a quarter
Ever reach the blue water,
Afraid and on their own,
With no mother, all alone,
Take on the odds of survival,
Their unexpected, sparse arrival,
An absolute joy to their foe!
Baby sea turtles
Face huge hurdles
Turtle Time
Ever wonder what they think?
You know, the turtles.
The throwbacks, the procrastinators,
“Land—water—both?”
The first houseboats,
heads sitting on the bow
guiding the cumbersome craft,
stalking the unsuspecting
in slow-mo silence.
Mud slide building
sun worshippers
living life in the slow lane.
Old folk
at warm water beaches
reminiscing,
long swims, ocean currents,
mounded sand,
moonlight rendezvous.
Solitary creatures,
hard shelled
evolutionary slowpokes.
Ever wonder what they think
as generations pass?
John G. Lawless
7/15/2014
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