Best Goldfish Poems
Have you ever sat while deep in thought,
on a brand new toilet seat that you just bought?
Maybe you wondered and felt despair,
about that poor little goldfish you flushed down there.
Was he dead or just fast asleep?
Could he make the ocean in his final leap?
It’s truly a mystery we may never know.
Now I’m wondering how far one could go.
Maybe a GPS tracker tucked in with a twig.
Would he continue to grow, would he get really big?
I sit here and wonder with time to waste.
Is this poem a beauty, or simply bad taste.
There are goldfish swimming in the recesses of my dendrite pool.
They are flashing their tails and being ever so cool.
I am trying to ignore them, thinking they might go away.
Trixie is laughing, for they very much want to play.
Okay. I say, just for a second or two,
Then frankly, I have a bit of work to do.
The fish are sassy, funny and smart.
They laugh and include themselves in my art.
I am drawing them now as they splash and they wiggle.
They have enormous gold eyes, these fish that so giggle.
These goldfish have taken me hostage today in my mind.
I guess a poem about them would to myself be a bit kind.
So here, goldfish. Here you go, a poem about you.
I have drawn you a canvas and given you fish food too.
Here you go, goldfish. Wait. You want to be king?
There is somebody already there. Okay. You want to sing?
They are singing a song now, serenading themselves and me too.
There is nothing like goldfish, Fish One and Fish Two.
They are smiling so wide, their gills waving and flapping.
I cannot help but be amused, and now they are clapping.
I have the memory of a goldfish
At least thats what i say
You tell me to do something
Ill have forgotten by this time next day
You write it down for me
Thinking oh this will help
But i cant remember where i put it on the shelf
the goldfish
looks out
at the distorted world
through a glass bowl
and tries to make sense of it
he watches the room about him
and those that feed him
with self satisfaction
unknowingly waiting for death
and a burial at sea
"Goldfish"
The left said we weren’t right
we were catscradles
lost and over-stitched in it all
The right said we were goldfish
in an over-crowded drowning bowl
fed on pronouns and dreams of an equal world
poetry skewered our lives
with the beauty of it all
but we were oblivious
to what was really
calling
Candide Diderot. ‘25
The Ugly Goldfish
Beauty they say lies in the eyes of the beholder
So in a nut shell beauty may not exactly be seen as the impressive appearance one finds looking back at the mirror
but a power to be wielded by the beholder
Friday suffers from emotional isolation because of his albinism, but what I see is a Brain box containing delicate parts of an egghead
Lydia believes her bouts of epilepsy cripples her chances of finding a mate, but she forgets that her warm empathetic heart reminds me of mother's bosom
Chika sees her fire scared face in the mirror and hears 'monster' in her head but forgets about all she stands for, a compassionate maiden with 'balls' enough to break into an inferno for the sake of an infant's cry
"Dorcas is as old as the moon ",she would joke to herself, but forget how typical she is of a rare quality, long suffering.
"Tunde suffers from down syndrome", we hear, but forgets his efforts to live a normal life in a world requiring him to shoot for the stars, a feat none has literally accomplished.
Our world is filled with a bunch of uglies, they are however not those with disabilities
They are those with hearts, but fail to identify the strength in our extraordinary neighbours, those with special needs.
© COMANO 2019
Bowl of roiling coy
seething flames boiling over
bubbling water
Sun on still waters—
Then a sudden splash of gold
Vanishing below.
In a sea of goldfish sat a Bryce
He looked around, said, "Hey, this is nice!"
We fed him a bit more
He threw most to the floor
Then we gave him a bath once or twice
Goldfish stuck inside a bowl,
tiny is your space!
Simple is that bowl you're in,
yet you lend it grace.
Goldfish in that tiny bowl
with your orange hue,
softly shimmer your small fins.
It's all you can do!
Were I in your circumstance,
I would feel bereft,
knowing barely could I turn
either right or left!
March 13, 2020 / Based on Gif #3
(the form is 7/5 Trochee, a rhyming form)
Glass aquarium holds
golden fish, moving so
gently, looking very
grand with their flowing fins,
guaranteed to make one
glow, grateful for watching
God's beauty reflected.
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Feed your goldfish before you leave
Love them as you love yourself
The bible tells us all fish are created equal
Some people prefer baby guppies
Because their mouths move slow and oval
They are smaller and talk in pantomime
Can breath underwater
And even look like one another all the time
Never throw small things in the toilet
Bony creatures can get stuck when flushing
Fish go better in a soup
Don't tell them that
Or add too much seasoning without a reason
Be truthful to your fish
Be faithful as you wish them to be
They swim about for a living
The Iliad and Odyssey are recommended reading
For people, not aquatic types
Anything other than Greek might suffice
Goldfish don't speak Greek
Don't know about the Trojans either
Luwian is foreign and hard to pronounce
Too many vowels and consonants
Along with cuneiform and hieroglyphic characters
Goldfish are not conversant in such languages
We recommend leaving them in a bowl
Preferably filled with water
That way they can grow old
Don't confuse them with gray guppies
Goldfish are gold
Some say orange or red
Love your fishes any way
Like the good book says
….or was it the cook book?
Daily Poetry #28, February 25, 2017
Word: Goldfish
My fins are fully functional, so I guess now it's time to say goodbye,
As the last call for a new destination rings out in the terminal.
I promise you I'll call as much as I can, and that I'll hold you in my heart,
So please promise me that you'll continue to smile for me.
Like a goldfish in a bowl, I look at my new surroundings,
As the rain falls down on the train, the tracks a-clacking still.
I look at my memories and smile bittersweetly, wondering
If I've made you proud yet.
Like a goldfish in a bowl, I dive into my new world with eyes wide,
But with nervousness in my heart, as I no longer see you.
“I love you so much,” I say before I end the call on my line,
But the phone lingers on my ear as I hold your words close.
Like a goldfish in a bowl, I panic as I realize that I am all alone,
This huge place is seemingly too small for a companion.
“I'll be fine,” I tell you before I end the call on my line,
But I rush so you can't hear me sobbing.
Like a goldfish in a bowl, I feel trapped as I stare at the world,
Which is still just as unfamiliar to me as before.
“I miss you,” I tell you before I end the call on my line,
And for once, I realize that I'm telling the truth.
Like a goldfish out of water, I feel like my breath will stop soon,
And I wonder how much my heart can take as I continue.
“I want to see you,” I tell you before I end the call on my line,
So I'll be on time to take my medication.
Like a goldfish that is free, I swim back to what I know is familiar,
And I feel like I can finally breath when I hug you tightly once again.
Like a child that is returning from playing pretend, I have an adventure to tell you,
Now that I've found you outside of my fishbowl.
Goldfish appear to prefer the color orange
They have no arms to reach conclusions
Live out their lives in water bowls or tanks
Some college students swallow them as pranks
Bad people with no manners
Gold fish are not meant as snacks
Children spill them on the carpet in accidents
They are not guilty of killing their fishy friend
And when stepped on by their little feet
Well that was simply an experiment
Fish die all the time
Survival outside of water is not their style
Fish can't escape at times like this
Fins stop flapping. Fish comes to an end
Gold fish are not inclined to go to war
Or live on or off the floor
The military rejects them
They have deferments for their infirmities
Fish are lacking hands and feet
Goldfish don't walk on streets in evenings
They have no need and have fear of beatings
Preferring loitering in water to sidewalk journeys
They take no interest in dentists either
Goldfish have no teeth and don't eat sweets
Swimming around in its own feces
People are too lazy to change the bowl or feed it
Making for something sad and bleak to see
Inevitably flushed down the drain
No one gives a pittance
They all look exactly the same
Goldfish can easily be replaced
Just pick one up at the pet store
And give it the name of the deceased
She stood there just staring
Staring endlessly at his BIG GOOGLY EYES
He was her best friend and they were worlds apart
Separated by glass and about 20 ounces of crystal clear water
She stood there pondering what was going through his mind
He held his position swimming ever so carelessly contemplating the very same thing
She has the biggest blue eyes and she is my dearest friend!
She cares so much for me
Always watching me
Protecting me from harm
Feeding me and changing my water like clockwork
I couldn't have chosen a better friend, he thought
He surveyed the room and he surveyed her big beautiful blue eyes
He thanked the Creator for sending him a most special caregiver
Thank you, God!
She has a heart of gold!
Gwendolen Rix
12-17-14