“The Sea”


The Sea

The sea is a hungry dog,
Giant and grey.
He rolls on the beach all day.
With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour upon hour he gnaws

The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And ‘Bones, bones, bones, bones! ‘
The giant sea-dog moans,
Licking his greasy paws.

And when the night wind roars
And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud,
He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs,
Shaking his wet sides over the cliffs,
And howls and howls long and loud.

But on quiet days in May or June,
When even the grasses on the dune
Play no more their reedy tune,
With his head between his paws
He lies on the sandy shores,
So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.

James Reeves

Choose two stanzas from the above poem but change the metaphor from a dog to something else – it an be absolutely anything. What do you think of when you are at the beach watching the surf? Follow the poem’s pattern, rhyme and use of poetic devices where you can. Have fun with it.


41 responses

  1. The Sea

    The sea is like a tree blowing in the wind before the storm
    Blowing gently like wind chimmes in the mourning breeze
    The leaves falling or growing rustle, rustle, rustle
    The truk is hard and strong, but also very old.

    The storm is coming in, the leaves blow viontly like the begining of a race
    The rain falls and pounds down onto the tree like a rain of arrows
    Its bark is holding against the devotion of the rain
    Bang! thunder strikes the heart of this beast and it falls like a building being destroyed

  2. The Sea

    The sea is a wild man
    Infinite and dense
    He has a grip on the vile visitors.
    With his searching eyes and clutching claws
    Hour upon hour he roars

    Tossing and throwing stones,
    And drowning people’s ‘phones, phones, phones! ‘
    The giant sea man groans,
    Counting his collected captives

  3. The sea is a roaring lion,
    fierce and loud.
    His sound is proud
    As he is strong
    And has a never ending song.

    The rocks under his feet tremble
    And they know they’re in trouble.
    ‘Pound, pound, pound, pound!’
    It never stops when he moves,
    Because he never wants to lose.

  4. The sea is a pouncing pantha,
    sleek and sly.
    He creeps on the beach all day.
    With his viscious fangs and shredding claws
    Hour upon hour he gnaws

    The rumbling, tumbling moans,
    And ‘bones, bones, bones, bones! ‘
    The giant pantha cries,
    Licking his salty paws.

  5. The sea is like an eagle
    Majestic and strong
    As the wind ruffles through it
    It sings a pleasant song

    Its head bobs up and down up and down
    As it swallows its golden prey
    He then settles down and calm himself
    Waiting patiently for the next day

  6. The sea is a roaring lion.
    Loud and lonely.
    He rolls on the beach all day.
    With his piercing teeth and menacing jaws,
    Hour upon hour he roars.

    With deafening, ear splitting howls,
    He ‘growls, growls, growls, growls‘.
    The giant sea-cat moans,
    Striking again with his ongoing groans.

  7. The sea is a fat Caterpillar,
    Fat and orange.
    It eats on the shore all day.
    With its munching teeth and wobbling skin
    Hour upon hour he moves his chin.
    Its rumbling, tumbling stomach groans,
    And ‘moans, moans, moans, moans! ‘
    The giant sea-caterpillar moans,
    Licking the left over bones.

  8. The sea is a hungry croc,
    Sercret but strong.
    He rolls on the beach all day.
    With his clashing teeth and crunching jaws
    Hour upon hour he gnaws

    The terrible signs of trap,
    And ‘Snap!, Snap!, Snap!, Snap!’
    The giant sea-croc groans,
    after a long meal it moans.

  9. Tom’s The “Sea”

    The sea is a scavenging Hyena,
    Unpredictable and unnerving.
    He skulks and scavenges all day.
    With trembling howls,
    It sneaks forward and roars
    Open the rocks he bites and gnaws

    But in the midday sun,
    When even the winds stop running,
    And the howls die down.
    He sleeps on the rocks peaceful and quiet,
    But upon the rocks he waits to attack
    Ready and armed prepared to whack.

  10. The sea is a pirate captain,
    Rowdy and rough.
    He travels around the world playing tough.
    With his shiny sword and worn out shoe
    He attacks the shore with his crew.

    The crew at large,
    From the sea it does charge.
    Taking what the captain wills,
    Leaving the beach empty and ill.

  11. The sea is a nightmare, Illusive and dark. Peeling of your happiness away like from a tree bark. With its tendrils of darkness gripping your soul,
    You have to watch out or you’ll be sucked into its inescapable hole.

    With all your might you try to escape,
    and it’s and inescapable fate, fate, fate
    But when the sun does peak, over the hill.
    Everything suddenly becomes quiet and still.


    • Not bad, although I think there could have been more detailed refinements to the formatting of the poem. It is evident that thought has been implimented and obvious in the language used thorughout the variation. The obvious and well described metaphor was effective in creating a parallel between the sea and a nightmare – the sea being ‘illusive and dark’.

  12. The sea is a raging bull,
    Wild and unpredictable charging towards the bay.
    He charges all over the beach from day to night, night to day.
    He attacks with his brutal, horrible horns
    That are a sea of unstoppable thorns.

    The tossing, tumbling shells,
    And yells, yells, yells, yells!
    The immense beast bellows its warning bells
    Pawing at the beach as the day dawns.

  13. The sea is a thunder storm,
    grey and not bright.
    He crashes on the beach all night.
    With his turbulent smash,
    hour upon hour, a loud thrash

    The rumbling, tumbling thunder,
    And ‘under, under, under, under! ‘
    The giant sea storm wonders,
    the storm slowly calms.

  14. The sea is the devil,
    Intimidating and feared,
    To the angels on the shore, he sneered,
    But without success, the devil swore,
    Failing to reach the seraphs on shore.

    The roaring, warring brute,
    Loses the loot, loot, loot, loot,
    As it hears God’s flute,
    Diminishing its cause.

  15. The sea is a stalking eagle,
    he stoops above the sand all day,
    with his razor beak and sharp claws
    hour upon hour he soars,

    the gliding, diving, arrows
    and ‘harrows, harrows, harrows, harrows!’
    The flying eagle crawls his quarry.

  16. The sea is a Stallion,
    majestic and forceful.
    He strides continuously along the seaboard.
    With his stomping hoofs and call of utter,
    tipping another victim under.

    The trampling and destruction,
    and the bones, bones, bones.
    The cries and whines collapsing down,
    the moans that last for eternity.

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