Poems About Fish Published by Members Recently Online
#fish
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
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4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
101 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
101 reads
4 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
14th Aug 2011 10:07am
14th Aug 2011 10:07am
The Great Fishy Finger Conspiracy
I'm not bitter about batter
or crying over crumbs
It doesn't matter
that I don't know what's in 'em
but so far I've never seen a fish with hands
Fish never wave, do they?
they just keep swimming right on by
those cold staring eyes
calculating and biding their time
always glancing sideways
with that smug look on their faces...
They're really saying:
"I can do something you can't, bro.
Breathing water's second nature to me...
Go on, kiss my tail."
You don't see fish queuing
for disability allowance at...
or crying over crumbs
It doesn't matter
that I don't know what's in 'em
but so far I've never seen a fish with hands
Fish never wave, do they?
they just keep swimming right on by
those cold staring eyes
calculating and biding their time
always glancing sideways
with that smug look on their faces...
They're really saying:
"I can do something you can't, bro.
Breathing water's second nature to me...
Go on, kiss my tail."
You don't see fish queuing
for disability allowance at...
#funny
#fish
871 reads
4 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
14th Aug 2011 10:07am
14th Aug 2011 10:07am
The Great Fishy Finger Conspiracy
I'm not bitter about batter
or crying over crumbs
It doesn't matter
that I don't know what's in 'em
but so far I've never seen a fish with hands
Fish never wave, do they?
they just keep swimming right on by
those cold staring eyes
calculating and biding their time
always glancing sideways
with that smug look on their faces...
They're really saying:
"I can do something you can't, bro.
Breathing water's second nature to me...
Go on, kiss my tail."
You don't see fish queuing
for disability allowance at...
or crying over crumbs
It doesn't matter
that I don't know what's in 'em
but so far I've never seen a fish with hands
Fish never wave, do they?
they just keep swimming right on by
those cold staring eyes
calculating and biding their time
always glancing sideways
with that smug look on their faces...
They're really saying:
"I can do something you can't, bro.
Breathing water's second nature to me...
Go on, kiss my tail."
You don't see fish queuing
for disability allowance at...
#funny
#fish
871 reads
4 Comments
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
212 reads
8 Comments
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
212 reads
8 Comments
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
212 reads
8 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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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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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
56 reads
0 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
56 reads
0 Comments
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