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.
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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“They are Afraid” - Oppression From the Oppressed
While I’d rather
be fishing
alcoholics
from a pickle barrel
or concerned with
the 150 million or so
extra hungry people
from C-19
mismanagement
I looked up and
saw the smoke
from the thousand
burning proxy wars
aimed squarely
at distraction
from further economic
suppression
and oppression
because milk
must be spilled
Crops must be
turned under
bodies must
be buried
Jews became afraid
as victims
Blacks...
be fishing
alcoholics
from a pickle barrel
or concerned with
the 150 million or so
extra hungry people
from C-19
mismanagement
I looked up and
saw the smoke
from the thousand
burning proxy wars
aimed squarely
at distraction
from further economic
suppression
and oppression
because milk
must be spilled
Crops must be
turned under
bodies must
be buried
Jews became afraid
as victims
Blacks...
#fish
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swansong
no
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the little fish -- i swal-
lowed her one gulp so
clean without detection
into the sea of my reflection. ...
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the little fish -- i swal-
lowed her one gulp so
clean without detection
into the sea of my reflection. ...
#birds
#water
#nature #fish
#nature #fish
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swansong (visual version)
no
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat.
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the...
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat.
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the...
#birds
#water
#nature #fish
#nature #fish
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Ocean Child
A novice life I live onshore,
To do what a landlubber did.
To not tell what I was before
As I hide a taste for raw squid.
Design my own cloth of seagrass
With coral and pearls I collect.
I never once mention my past,
Or let show my fins to suspect.
Extending my silvery reach
I take in the sea breezes’ rush,
Becoming a new memory
Inclining my head in a hush.
As I close my eyes and pretend
The feeling of feet on land’s end.
To do what a landlubber did.
To not tell what I was before
As I hide a taste for raw squid.
Design my own cloth of seagrass
With coral and pearls I collect.
I never once mention my past,
Or let show my fins to suspect.
Extending my silvery reach
I take in the sea breezes’ rush,
Becoming a new memory
Inclining my head in a hush.
As I close my eyes and pretend
The feeling of feet on land’s end.
#sea
#beach
#nature
#fish
#NaPoWriMo2020
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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
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Looking Down on Me
Sure
you might be thinking
"Look at that hammy-head
she is so stupid"
beneath you
in my element
But just remember
I'm in my
natural habitat
You think your
boat is fancy
I'm not on
board with you
I'm just glad
I'm not up there
being your chum
you might be thinking
"Look at that hammy-head
she is so stupid"
beneath you
in my element
But just remember
I'm in my
natural habitat
You think your
boat is fancy
I'm not on
board with you
I'm just glad
I'm not up there
being your chum
#fish
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my sleeping fish
I picked the fish that was sleeping
I was tired, and found a kindred spirit in its slumber
But even when I took it home
And put it in a tank ten times the size
Of the tiny plastic cup it arrived in
And gave it toys and filters
Instead of the world of nothing it had stayed in
It didn’t wake up
And then I realized
My fish was dead
It had died without ever getting a home
It had died inside its tiny plastic cup
Where all it could do was turn in tight circles
And wait for death or adoption
I don’t know which one my fish was...
I was tired, and found a kindred spirit in its slumber
But even when I took it home
And put it in a tank ten times the size
Of the tiny plastic cup it arrived in
And gave it toys and filters
Instead of the world of nothing it had stayed in
It didn’t wake up
And then I realized
My fish was dead
It had died without ever getting a home
It had died inside its tiny plastic cup
Where all it could do was turn in tight circles
And wait for death or adoption
I don’t know which one my fish was...
#death
#fish
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It Was The Death of Something
Oh round world
spinning out of control
how in the hell were we supposed
to know that this life, is, was, fleeting
were born and so we live
didnt get much choice in it
but we did what we did
and all paths come to an end,
just hoping with all this shit
we don't lose what's important.
Our true selves.
spinning out of control
how in the hell were we supposed
to know that this life, is, was, fleeting
were born and so we live
didnt get much choice in it
but we did what we did
and all paths come to an end,
just hoping with all this shit
we don't lose what's important.
Our true selves.
#earth
#universe
#rain #fish
#rain #fish
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Bait in our Pond
ain't droppin'
anchor. . .
way too chummy
anchor. . .
way too chummy
#universe
#water
#fish #hell
#fish #hell
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A Shiver of Sharks
Secretive
Stealthily
shanking from the deep
Stealthily
shanking from the deep
#fish
#misunderstood
#hypocrisy
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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
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