Whale Poems - Poems about Whale

long days and nights upon this blue my best attempts to speak with you and still my studies can’t construe the basics of your tongue but oh the songs you’ve sung! we humans think we’re grand design but what I’ve learned from language,...

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The humpback whale is a musical fella With a sonorous voice that's remarkably "mella". He doesn't need orchestration To cause a sensation When he lets loose and belts out a tune a cappella. ...

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There’s a whale in my kitchen He wandered in through my sink My cousin does some ’n She is mean as the missing link Ma says he takes Lulu’s groove The whale laughed at Lulu’s plight I say let the freeloader move Asked whale to stay all night...

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Ode to an Orca You are the apex predator of the ocean. No other sea creature can match you. Even the mighty great white fears you. Its liver one of your prime delicacies. You are an intelligent animal who can adapt to any environment. A voracious eater, you are not selective. Fish, seals, whales, sharks, penguins, dolphins are prime targets. Even boats are not immune to your voracious attacks. You hunt in...

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One Matthew McGregory Hale Was thought to resemble a whale. I don't mean so large, Nor shaped like a barge, But spouting out words like a gale....

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A blue whale spied a Yankee clipper. First, he used his tail to flip her. He gulped her whole, and feeling chipper, he closed his mouth with a zipper....

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It isn’t what I wanted and yet, here I am Reluctant but obedient to the greater plan Did my share of running, tried so hard to break free But there is no escape… it’s all in the prophecy. See what you get? You cannot hide. Into the storm, over the side. Do as you’re told, you cannot fail Or it’s three days...

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Tides Billow The boats quake Her sailors scream Davy Jones' Locker Opened its grisly maws Who can hope for salvation? When the devils of the whale-road Cast down wretched tendrils of demise, Damning poor souls to their watery grave 'Lord!' They cry, 'Have mercy!' 'Deliver us' 'From this thunderstorm!' As mighty sails tumble And the cargo lose their worth 'Til the howling finally ceased The harpy's screech now a siren's hymn Drawing the vessels...

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Fierce winds blow across the Atlantic tide, Colder she gets the rougher she'll ride, In matt'r minutes a chill to the bone, Few dare sail her northern zone, Far north the whaling be done, Colder in account for the miss'n sun, The currents below just twist and swell, Above her frozen by a northenly gale, Sails drawn, busting through crests, A captain in hope...

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Mesmerising every soul, as a milk-white opal Opening its crooked jaw, showing the void within Birthed from fire and lust, in the bitter waters Yet, by its breath, it filters pale light from darkness Demon from the abyss, now clothed in angelic white Imprinted with hieroglyphics and astral signs Concealed by the fathomless waves from every...

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___________________________________________________________ As I sat ... in slight immersion amongst a pond ...

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I walked beneath the ribcage of a giant whale; Encapsulated in the briney entrails of an empty long-dead being. Its grimace echoed in these halls of boned wall, Of which calcite chambers temper; Sturdy glass upon the shores. Licked by lightning, hiding hints, Raking sand with combs of sea, Until I reached the portcullis, I was too afraid to breathe. From the bone, hung...

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Sing a ballad of the sea, Men ponder at whales' brains, "What do you believe?" Whale watching is a hobby, Grey nomads splash their cash, Digital selfies on charter boats, Until appears Little Miss Moby, Under boats she breathes, Smashed the lot, into the sea, Whale selfies gave her the blip, "Bug off, men!" she thinks, Ahab's ghost got drowned again, Maybe there are eidetic...

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darkness, like Jonah held in the belly of the whale, the end of a world; closed-in time in dark spaces - gives one, a hell of a time to think in the belly of the whale grew a whole world, longer than 3 days and 3 nights, the construction took finesse and dare one say, a gauche fearlessness to unravel...

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long days and nights upon this blue my best attempts to speak with you and still my studies can’t construe the basics of your tongue but oh the songs you’ve sung! we humans think we’re grand design but what I’ve learned from language,...

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