Poems about Mermaids

Who she was and all she dreamed to one day be; shall not be, forevermore
Slightly broken; still, she radiantly glows, ones light & hope; their beacon at sea  
Battling the magestic; tattered & torn, she's like a mermaid washed ashore  
In waters cold & storm tides deep; she'll  fight ~ not a willing victim of travesty  
Only one's light & hope; their beacon at sea, tattered & torn, a mermaid washed ashore

The mermaid and her Lover.

The mermaid is so sad her head just above water,
she had a raw sardine for her lunch, it was bland.
It didn´t used to be like this when she met a man
Who could no longer sail the oceans and sat on
a stone throwing pebbles into the water.
And they talked all night until her skin dried and
she had to go back to sea. He built her a swimming
pool for two and every night he came to her and
frolicked and ate fried sardines and drank red wine.

But he married a woman of the land one with hair
dresser mop and she...

wow...I am a mermaid, swimming in the sea
trying to subdue, the anger that ruled me
swam up onto a piece of land to sit and pout
an angel flew up, sat down, touched my face
man, this trip is really going to be fun
there was something about her voice
words sounded like a song when she spoke

      **Saying, "You must be the mermaid
               Who took King Neptune for a ride."
      And she smiled at me so sweetly
                That my anger straightway died.**

I reached for her face, she caressed my tits
her fingertips...

(inspired by a dear friend)

I decided to prove you wrong...

To hear the mermaid song
You must go to the shore
And search the smooth ocean floor
Left bare by the outgoing tide
To find their beautiful glassy scales
Amongst the carpet of stone.
You can find them glistening in the sun
All smooth and salt bitten.
The mermaids can sense
You searching for their gifts
Strewn along the sandy beach
Some they tossed so purposefully
For you to find, some
are just out of reach.
Others are hidden in
Seaweed and stone
To...