Fish Poems
#fish
Fish poems, here you'll find poetry about fish! This includes nature poems about wild fish, hobbyist poems about fishing and keeping fish as pets, and poems about eating fish. Also poems about the significance of fish for symbolic or spiritual meaning.
CATCH OF THE DAY
Fisherman teaches his daughter
To be perfectly still
Scene and sunlight set
Fish may come hither
Painters and poets ashore
Ready their brushes and pens
To be perfectly still
Scene and sunlight set
Fish may come hither
Painters and poets ashore
Ready their brushes and pens
#father
#fish
#WritingPoetry
#art
#daughter
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the dolphin.
The Dolphin
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
#horses
#animals
#birds
#fish
#bees
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our cosmic midnight metal rock goes on...
midnight electric fish
deepdives down further..
a drowning~ slow melody
turns shrilly redhot metallic
rocking magmatic vibe.. unto
a moany~ hungering uncharted
Antarctic point... of a core~
south coordinate....
& up north... its enigmatic artic
toptail.. wired to (some)where??..
no more looks weird.. in its now
so-used to parallactic librational
arbitrations in an overlappance.. a
record~ bedazzle blinding glare..
in zillion xeroxing imprints...
connects...
deepdives down further..
a drowning~ slow melody
turns shrilly redhot metallic
rocking magmatic vibe.. unto
a moany~ hungering uncharted
Antarctic point... of a core~
south coordinate....
& up north... its enigmatic artic
toptail.. wired to (some)where??..
no more looks weird.. in its now
so-used to parallactic librational
arbitrations in an overlappance.. a
record~ bedazzle blinding glare..
in zillion xeroxing imprints...
connects...
#universe
#birds
#night
#music
#fish
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The Fairy Whisperer
She meets with her little fairy friend
At the rock agreed upon
It's her favorite thing to do
Quite early before dawn
They discuss the ocean's secrets
As they sit side by side
They have their little tales to share
Of the seahorses, dolphins and whales
At the rock agreed upon
It's her favorite thing to do
Quite early before dawn
They discuss the ocean's secrets
As they sit side by side
They have their little tales to share
Of the seahorses, dolphins and whales
#secrets
#sea
#fairies
#fish
#mermaids
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My Goldfish
Swim, swim, swim, my goldfish love to swim
Day and night they just swim around and play
Four single tail goldfish in 35 gallons of rainwater
One of them is orange and gold with black fins
And the other three are gold from head to tail
Swim, swim, swim, my goldfish love to swim
I watch my goldfish swimming in the aquarium
The goldfish fry go under the coloured river stones
And they hide among the roots of the water lilies
I cannot wait for them to grow to be adult fish
Day and night they just swim around and play
Four single tail goldfish in 35 gallons of rainwater
One of them is orange and gold with black fins
And the other three are gold from head to tail
Swim, swim, swim, my goldfish love to swim
I watch my goldfish swimming in the aquarium
The goldfish fry go under the coloured river stones
And they hide among the roots of the water lilies
I cannot wait for them to grow to be adult fish
#water
#fish
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fishery
Fishery
He is a fisherman from Guiana
doesn´t do Tonga, but the sea is blue.
His face is a map of America.
He fishes sharks (not Hemingway)
one of them took his arm.
Vengeance is mine, said the lord.
Crap !!! He says
and set red sail for China.
He is a fisherman from Guiana
doesn´t do Tonga, but the sea is blue.
His face is a map of America.
He fishes sharks (not Hemingway)
one of them took his arm.
Vengeance is mine, said the lord.
Crap !!! He says
and set red sail for China.
#animals
#birds
#nature #fish
#nature #fish
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What's In My Backpocket?
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I'm going down to the river and giving them fish a piece of my mind
Or maybe a little...
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I'm going down to the river and giving them fish a piece of my mind
Or maybe a little...
#river
#music
#lyrics
#fish
#tragedy
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The River Gorge
With the roar of a mighty lion
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
#river
#water
#lion
#nature
#fish
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on the banks of the rio grande
A river that feeds a village is better than an ocean
that merely decorates an island.” ―Matshona Dhliwayo
that’s where the local barefoot boys
unearth fresh worms for bait
as fishermen, midst egret noise,
wait for the river’s spate
to trickle to a steady flow
before they toss torn nets
at chances—they suppose—below
might change vile epithets.
that’s where the bursting nets offload
the burden of their catch
as pent-up agonies explode
beneath the village watch.
fleet, broad-hipped vendors de-compose ...
that merely decorates an island.” ―Matshona Dhliwayo
that’s where the local barefoot boys
unearth fresh worms for bait
as fishermen, midst egret noise,
wait for the river’s spate
to trickle to a steady flow
before they toss torn nets
at chances—they suppose—below
might change vile epithets.
that’s where the bursting nets offload
the burden of their catch
as pent-up agonies explode
beneath the village watch.
fleet, broad-hipped vendors de-compose ...
#countryside
#river
#water
#nature
#fish
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[ Poet Tributes ] Sometimes a wild cod
will leap out of the water
when you least expect it
smacking your bitch face up
with its tail.
A cod that is an odd kind of god
wearing suspenders of belief
while smoking coral reefer
in Bikini Bottom with his pet snail,
Gary.
Who lives in a pineapple under
the sea? Fuck, I hope it's not me.
This poem is at home on the beach.
Nothing more than an Ocean front.
A shell game by a conch artist.
Bewaring, you should always be erring
on caution's...
when you least expect it
smacking your bitch face up
with its tail.
A cod that is an odd kind of god
wearing suspenders of belief
while smoking coral reefer
in Bikini Bottom with his pet snail,
Gary.
Who lives in a pineapple under
the sea? Fuck, I hope it's not me.
This poem is at home on the beach.
Nothing more than an Ocean front.
A shell game by a conch artist.
Bewaring, you should always be erring
on caution's...
#sea
#beach
#water
#fish
#OceanVuong
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Break of day
At break of day…
the swathes of rain
drifting Eastward 'cross the plain…
parted long enough to show…
a grazing herd of buffalo
stretched out to the far horizon
never thought that I'd lay eyes on
a million rounded curly backs
squashed like sardines in tiny
tin packs.
the swathes of rain
drifting Eastward 'cross the plain…
parted long enough to show…
a grazing herd of buffalo
stretched out to the far horizon
never thought that I'd lay eyes on
a million rounded curly backs
squashed like sardines in tiny
tin packs.
#environment
#rain
#fish #memories
#fish #memories
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The Light of Fish
The hood followed a flying V of geese- excited to see what was ahead.. The mountains slowly woke stretching its arms into the light. Like a Polaroid it slowly developed it’s image onto the water. It's shadow turned from purple to orange to a gold that caused time to pause in royal reverence, with the complement of perfect silence both inside and outside the car. Her eyes kept cadence with the subtle changes of the morning march. She just smiled with a whisper, "Thanks for taking me fishing dad."
#nature
#fish
#memories #daughter
#memories #daughter
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