Long Poems About Fish
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Long poems about fish. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 00:14am
2nd Apr 2025 00:14am
"The Sea's Silent Symphony"
The sun, a molten gold coin, shimmered on the surface of the Coral Triangle, a vast, pulsating heart of the ocean. Spring’s gentle warmth had coaxed a symphony of life from the depths. Coral polyps, tiny architects of the sea, unfurled their delicate tentacles, capturing the sun-kissed plankton that drifted on the currents. Clownfish, their vibrant orange stripes flashing like jewels, darted amongst the anemones, their symbiotic dance a testament to the intricate balance of this underwater Eden.
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the...
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the...
#animals
#fish
#nature
#regret
#sea
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 6:11pm
24th Feb 2025 6:11pm
The Torchbearer
Deep
within the ocean's heart
light is scarce
yet sometimes rare
—a little angler fish’s torch
illuminates
the darkness there
A fishing lure
it softly sways
temptation
in an endless haze
so seldom seen
amid the dark
a false beacon
of appetite
Her humpbacked nature
in eerie depths
where silence holds
its secrets...
within the ocean's heart
light is scarce
yet sometimes rare
—a little angler fish’s torch
illuminates
the darkness there
A fishing lure
it softly sways
temptation
in an endless haze
so seldom seen
amid the dark
a false beacon
of appetite
Her humpbacked nature
in eerie depths
where silence holds
its secrets...
#fish
#sea
370 reads
30 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 12:29pm
26th Oct 2024 12:29pm
Spy among Us
Tentacle stretches across the sea floor
With some suckers on his arm gripping onto his prey
When he’s with a friend wraps his arm around
And hugs him up
As a hermit crab searches for a new home
So they line up size by size to find a new apartment
With a camera on his shell so I can see
What’s going on in the land of the hermits
They proceed to move into their new shell
Some happy some not so much
A pigs day begins in the Caribbean
Swimming in the ocean
They swim like Michael...
With some suckers on his arm gripping onto his prey
When he’s with a friend wraps his arm around
And hugs him up
As a hermit crab searches for a new home
So they line up size by size to find a new apartment
With a camera on his shell so I can see
What’s going on in the land of the hermits
They proceed to move into their new shell
Some happy some not so much
A pigs day begins in the Caribbean
Swimming in the ocean
They swim like Michael...
#fish
#nature
#sea #water
#sea #water
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th May 2024 2:44am
14th May 2024 2:44am
Rebel Girl Mclean
On Monday afternoon, a middle-aged man named Zaire went downtown to buy goldfish for his aquarium. He bought two goldfish from a vendor on King Street, and then he headed for the taxi stand on West Street. When he reached the taxi stand, he saw a large group of people including schoolchildren standing there waiting for Maxfield taxis. At that moment, no taxi was there loading. He thought to himself that he would not get the chance to get on a taxi because the crowd would rush into any taxi that arrived there. Consequently, he decided to walk to a place called Fish Ground near the intersection...
#religion
#women
#fish
#marijuana
#mother
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 9:28pm
13th Mar 2024 9:28pm
There is Transformation in Death
For some species on earth,
there is transformation in death, a renaissance
if you will, becoming young all over again, whether you
see it as reincarnation or rebirth, a new life begins. There is
transformation in death, some lifeforms can be considered
immortal, the cycle continues underneath the ocean waves,
filling the sea with vibrant and deadly limbs. But that’s the
way nature has made them out to be, a wonderful creation of
beauty and wonder, for when their time comes, ...
there is transformation in death, a renaissance
if you will, becoming young all over again, whether you
see it as reincarnation or rebirth, a new life begins. There is
transformation in death, some lifeforms can be considered
immortal, the cycle continues underneath the ocean waves,
filling the sea with vibrant and deadly limbs. But that’s the
way nature has made them out to be, a wonderful creation of
beauty and wonder, for when their time comes, ...
#universe
#nature
#fish
263 reads
8 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
Syl (with original Patois quotations)
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vendor. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vendor. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
#women
#conflict
#sea
#fish
#curse
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 00:30am
3rd Oct 2023 00:30am
Syl
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and Arnold were...
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and Arnold were...
#sea
#women
#friendship
#fish
#job
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 10:16am
4th Apr 2020 10:16am
Genesis 1.20 and 1.24 Reveal God's Modus Operandi
Genesis One, verses 20 and 24 POINT TO EVOLUTION as God's modus operandi.
It starts off with God bequeathing to Nature ("the waters..the earth") the ability
to create life ("bring forth the moving creature..the living creature..").
But not only is the original creating of life turned over to Nature,
the subsequent development of the species - speciation - is also turned over to Nature -
in the form of the very first original species or lifeforms.
For we read that way back in the beginning, God endowed each lifeform with the power to reproduce...
It starts off with God bequeathing to Nature ("the waters..the earth") the ability
to create life ("bring forth the moving creature..the living creature..").
But not only is the original creating of life turned over to Nature,
the subsequent development of the species - speciation - is also turned over to Nature -
in the form of the very first original species or lifeforms.
For we read that way back in the beginning, God endowed each lifeform with the power to reproduce...
#horses
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#bees
425 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 3:23pm
23rd Jan 2020 3:23pm
The Misery Compromise
many, so many flowers to
haul through
the generous dark o'nightime.
i followed along, as any (good)
lizard should, but never
appreciated the fine tuned flutter
that cleared the way before the pall.
florida is always too (bloodlessly) cold
in winter that the 45degree torment
plays fits the very day since the offloading
of the slave trade remnants who newfoundedly
came to it's fresh paradise with no pretense
beyond the pale, empty white-man's
daylight and amusement....
haul through
the generous dark o'nightime.
i followed along, as any (good)
lizard should, but never
appreciated the fine tuned flutter
that cleared the way before the pall.
florida is always too (bloodlessly) cold
in winter that the 45degree torment
plays fits the very day since the offloading
of the slave trade remnants who newfoundedly
came to it's fresh paradise with no pretense
beyond the pale, empty white-man's
daylight and amusement....
#dark
#dreams
#animals
#fish
#consumerism
618 reads
2 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2019 10:34am
23rd Dec 2019 10:34am
God Plays With LOADED DICE
Einstein claimed "God doesn't play dice with the universe."
But I say God DOES play dice but its loaded dice.
IOW, God uses CHANCE to work evolution, but its chance ENDOWED by God - like dice that have been "endowed" or enabled, enhanced - "loaded."
In Gen. 1.20,24 God commands "the waters..the earth" to create ("bring forth") life forms - the ORIGINAL, earliest species !!
This can mean God endowed or blessed these forms of NATURE ("the waters..the earth") with divine power that they would not otherwise have possessed.
And on top of that, God commanded Nature...
But I say God DOES play dice but its loaded dice.
IOW, God uses CHANCE to work evolution, but its chance ENDOWED by God - like dice that have been "endowed" or enabled, enhanced - "loaded."
In Gen. 1.20,24 God commands "the waters..the earth" to create ("bring forth") life forms - the ORIGINAL, earliest species !!
This can mean God endowed or blessed these forms of NATURE ("the waters..the earth") with divine power that they would not otherwise have possessed.
And on top of that, God commanded Nature...
#dogs
#horses
#birds #fish
#birds #fish
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 8:10pm
21st Dec 2019 8:10pm
MacroEvolution Goes With MicroEvolution
A lot of people accept microevolution but reject macro. Here's my answer:
Macro is nothing more than micro on steroids.
I mean once u accept micro, its like cancer before the stage 4 metastasis.
I mean once the cancer has begun, the metastasis is just a later stage.
I mean macro is simply micro squared.
It is the LOGICAL extension.
I mean the earliest mammal is the miotreme (?) which secrets milk but has no real breasts, but then the later mammals evolve breasts.
Take the reptilian duck-billed platypus.
It obviously is half reptile, half...
Macro is nothing more than micro on steroids.
I mean once u accept micro, its like cancer before the stage 4 metastasis.
I mean once the cancer has begun, the metastasis is just a later stage.
I mean macro is simply micro squared.
It is the LOGICAL extension.
I mean the earliest mammal is the miotreme (?) which secrets milk but has no real breasts, but then the later mammals evolve breasts.
Take the reptilian duck-billed platypus.
It obviously is half reptile, half...
#dogs
#horses
#birds #fish
#birds #fish
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PhantomPhace
Poem Published
25th May 2019 1:55pm
25th May 2019 1:55pm
Mermaid
I want to love you across the world.
The land dwelling creature longs for the sea,
Like the horse pines for the dolphin,
Poke your head out and breathe my air.
It is not worth it on land; I'm bored
With the world I know; it is too dry.
Too in step with my own kind;
I want to turn your head around.
I want your gills to grow to lungs.
I want to dive and feel uncomfortable
Living out of my element
To learn my body's limits more.
If I never loved a fish,
A foreign representative,
What would I learn of the...
The land dwelling creature longs for the sea,
Like the horse pines for the dolphin,
Poke your head out and breathe my air.
It is not worth it on land; I'm bored
With the world I know; it is too dry.
Too in step with my own kind;
I want to turn your head around.
I want your gills to grow to lungs.
I want to dive and feel uncomfortable
Living out of my element
To learn my body's limits more.
If I never loved a fish,
A foreign representative,
What would I learn of the...
#love
#earth
#sea
#fish
#mermaids
572 reads
6 Comments
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