Best Like A Fish Out Of Water Poems

A merman had one stubborn daughter

who rebelled against what her dad taught her.

When she swam to dry land,

she could then understand

she was just like a fish - out of water!


For the Out of Water Poetry Contest of Sheri Fresonke Harper...

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I wander about
like a fish out of water
in the surf blue sea

Me a traveler
in the congress of gray rocks
where carcajous howl

A vacant lot mind
wavered in the breeze empty
land soul never rests

Heart sighs seeks haven
warm breasts of the beloved
in my country home

I see the river
boatmen singing...

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Coconut mind 
Practical 
At first thought.
But all that lays inside 
is the same milk you expected.
Sometimes the milk is worse.
My limbs flop around like a fish out of water
As I aimlessly do anything
Aimlessly everything 
On my island 
Alone.
I am able to provide myself something
Proud for...

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Modesty...
What exactly is it?
Is it covering yourself up like a nun?
No!
It is being confident
It is being strong
It is being SEXY!
It is showing the world
That you are beautiful
It is putting on your best dress
Standing in the mirror
Twirling around in circles
And saying "Damn I look good!"
But then...

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For this Turk Turku is a 1-horse
city but he has got to have horse
sense. He will not be as happy as a peacock in Turkey.
Hindi, the Turk word for turkey, is how we'll call this turkey.
Hindi, when living in Turkey, was a horse
dealer. Today he's...

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Living off the grid..
I bid you ..
It's a challenge..
Living off the land..
For it's quite bland..

A taste of the great outdoors..
Mother Nature exposed..
 
Absolutely no power..
I cannot even take a shower..
Walk to the stream to fetch some water..
I feel like a fish out of water..

Always in...

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Little Ila of warm Indian waters
   was born without fins but with feathers.
“Fishes don’t fly,” they constantly told her
   wings in water are just a bother.

Tightly she wound them close to her
   and tried her best to keep up...

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Smoke a little weed, drink a little drink, there's nothing to it are so you think, but before you keep going you need to take a good look because underneath there lies a hook. So you do a little here, you do a little there...

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A Feeling So Fresh...

Ahh...! The streak of pain,
The rough floor
And the red stain.

How can I forget that agony?
They were five
And I was only.

They dragged me like a rucksack,
A feeling so fresh...
Not at all a Flashback...

The strong smell of alcohol,
The half burnt cigarettes
And their faces like...

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This is No Man's Land of fallen trees, and God-forsaken deadwood fill the landscape. I, the beast, am in my domain and feel no estrangement, cause I am right at home. She, so stunningly beautiful, is like a fish out of water; yet, she's right...

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I know
Even if I have no evidence to prove it
I know
That I was never meant to be in this world!
I find not my place here
I like it not here
I am not comfortable here
I am not at ease here
I am, like a fish out of water
I...

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Hello Madam Butterfly, with the looks of being caught between a rock and a hard place. While you were being formed and before ever you were born, I 
watched near by. I even observed you there all alone, never knowing how long it would be;...

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Onerous task confronted teachers and parents

As prospective students
ably ready themselves to matriculate
and/or first set little feet 
inside halls of learning,
I rebroadcast a poem crafted
at the height of Covid-19.

A couple years gone back educators
adaptation regarding coronavirus 
severely impacted on the classroom,
which modifications necessitated school boards 
to...

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Someone gently rolls me over
Onto this white slab, belly down
And I wait    ...    like forever

Or at least it seems like forever, anyway

Above me is a mirror, 
So, I turn my head and strain to see it -
In seeing Runic...

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I visited the Wailing Wall today. I think I visited on the wrong day. Today the rules were different than two days ago when I came here to pray and write poetry. Everyone was saying “Shabbat Shalom!” and they were all dressed up like they...

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