Gone Fishing Poems - Poems about Gone Fishing

...I wish my brother The best of us in a damaged family Hadn't died He was my best friend through the years He kept me level headed and laughing at life I wish I hadn't gone fishing that day And......Read the rest...

... I’ll hang out here and hope to see My hungry heart filled to the brim With one of these little fish, my plea Is that I’m watching my dinner swim Carefully spinning, coming back to m......Read the rest...

...I love to go fishing, And I love to date. I was just wishing, You would take the bait. Out on a clear lake, We were feeling fine. But my big mistake, I used an old line. Was the same line......Read the rest...

...nestled in the lee of a thick flint wall guys taut, grappling to hold firm our canvas castle shook and shuddered flimsy but somehow reassuring respite as mountain giants prowled through the n......Read the rest...

...After a bout of French kissing Soup Creek's Mayor has gone missing But a whippoorwill Reports from Boot Hill The Marmite Man has gone fishing......Read the rest...

...I knew a man who was raised by a farmer, who had a very large family; and this man that I knew was one of 8 boys and 6 girls. This family farm was located on some of the richest soil in all the w......Read the rest...

... shiftless louies constant wish for a new satellite dish made his wife stammer in her best grammar come home once you caught a fish. ......Read the rest...

...Burbling brooks Small fish hooks A rod goes thwip With subtle whip the float will drop soft gentle plop Tick, tock, tick Patience the trick A mighty thwap The line goes snap Wind with zeal ......Read the rest...

... Casting nets into the sea On the shores of Galilee Heard the call to "Follow me" They left their nets immediately Simon, known as Peter too And his brother named Andrew Sons of Thun......Read the rest...

...What I thought was revolution. Was actually simple confusion. I left a message and went missing. And with that my mind had gone fishing. For hope that someday someone would follow. ......Read the rest...

...I am giving up on poets for a day – not poetry! just needing a break from Communal Escapism: I mean, it is nice to write of meadows and bird songs – of the past, how things were; of the future,......Read the rest...

...An ardent angler silhouetted by la luna’s pale glow, waits in silence hoping that a trout will nibble his bait 5,5,5,5,5,5 checked with HMS Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest ......Read the rest...

...Freedom, gone fishing! The Peaceful Transfer of Power? One Nation, stolen by Fraud, With Liberty and Justice for none? Tragically, our National Guard sleep......Read the rest...

...gone fishing as kids meant follow where train tracks went and by putting an ear to the rails listen for sounds of rumbling wheels the river bank on one side of a bridge was the only access d......Read the rest...

...Was it a cruel twist of fate? Sneering, laughing chance? Perhaps something I ate? A bad bout of happenstance? It wrenched and tore at my gut, A sickening, sober, foreboding sign. Wretched cha......Read the rest...