Poems about THE SEA

Sea Hunt Up again, down again,

Down to the beach again,

Go diving and diving,

Searching for seaweed.

Down again, up again,

Down to the beach again,

Go swimming and swimming,

Diving for pearls.

Evangeline Yaruso

Deep Sea Squeeze

by Eric Ode

I’m wrapped from top to bottom

in an octopus embrace

with seven arms around my waist

and one across my face.

It all began this morning

with a scuba diving trip.

I found the creature wedged beneath

a sunken pirate ship.

So, carefully, I dug him free.

He offered no objection

but covered me in tentacles

with octopus affection.

It seems I’ve made a friend today,

but this I’d like to know:

How do you say, in octopus,

“You’re welcome. Please let go”?

Fish by Mary Ann Hoberman

Look at them flit

Lickety-split

Wiggling

Swiggling

Swerving

Curving

Hurrying

Scurrying

Chasing

Racing

Whizzing

Whisking

Flying

Frisking

Tearing around

With a leap and a bound

But none of them making the tiniest

tiniest tiniest

tiniest tiniest

sound.

Fish Pretty little goldfish

Never can talk.

All it does is wiggle

When it tries to walk!

Down by the sea -

there!

in the shallows,

fish, thin as silver needles,

stitching

lacy seaweed.

Janeen Brian

Ocean Motion Let’s make the motion of the ocean!

Jiggle like a jelly fish

Creep like a sea snail

Soar like an eagle

Wiggle like an eel

Float like a sea otter

Bark like a seal

Walk forward, backward,

and sideways like a crab.

Five Little Shells Five little shells,

Laying on the shore,

Crash went the waves,

And then there were four.

Four little shells,

Down by the sea,

Crash went the waves,

And then there were three.

Three little shells,

Smooth as new,

Crash went the waves,

And then there were two.

Two little shells,

Sparkling in the sun,

Crash went the waves,

And then there was one.

One little shell

Left by itself,

I took it home

And put it on my shelf.

Seahorse Scales

and a tail

like a question mark:

a snout,

and a seahorse

bobs about.

Janeen Brian

An octopus has 8 long arms.

It lives in the sea,

But do not be alarmed!

He squirts out ink,

When he is the prey.

And grows a new arm

When it’s torn away.

I found a great big shell one day

Upon the ocean floor

I held it close up to my ear

I heard the ocean roar!

I found a tiny shell one day

Upon the ocean sand

The waves had worn it nice and smooth

It felt nice in my hand.