Fish Poems | Examples of Fish Poetry

Lovers kinda Bley

Told me you loved me
You'd always be there
I could lean on you
Cause you really cared
Said youu weree my lover
In such this obligation
 said you were for real
And wasn't playing
Asked me to love you
All to yourself 
Just me and you
And no one else

I saw you dancing
Act like I wasn't there
Grooving and grinding
A lustful sight
Like I wasn't

Fool's Errand

From his bottle, Grandpa took a sip. 
I gazed sleepily at his bottle ship. 
Grandpa said that life could be so cruel. 
Grandma said, your grandpa is a fool. 
Grandpa ran his mouth from his chair and
Grandma said he always runs a fool's errand.
Grandpa said he sought the Holy Grail, 
but he came up empty

The Pier Can't Always Keep You Where It Wants You To Be

You stand with your suitcase like a buoy,
bright, bobbing in the shallows,
and I am the pier—
rooted, barnacled, smelling of old salt and rope.

You tell me you’ll stay
if I keep my hands wrapped round your ankles,
but I know the tide you carry in your ribs.
Even on windless days
it pounds against my palms,
shouting for the open mouth

It Sounded Like You Were Trying To Evict The Words From Their Home On Your Tongue

I have been watering it for months—
the small black bulb in the cupboard
that I never let touch sunlight.
It swelled in the dark,
fed on steam from my cooking breath,
fat with the whispers I never spoke aloud.

I told myself it was only a seed,
a pebble in soil, nothing more.
I would open the door,
look at it once, and

Tadpoles

tadpoles in the stream
     swimming zigzag everywhere
frogs are soon to be

The Killick Holds

  The calendar showed January 1899,
  there were only a few hours of real daylight
  He set out in his poor man's boat, early dawn
  Snow and ice did not melt until mid-May
  The cold bit his face and hands,
  he had to try to obtain some food on

Red Herring

As a young boy
when not very old
I did enjoy
being told
grisly bedtime stories
by my Mother
the favourite was
none other
than
altho' I was just a nipper
Whitechapel Fishmonger Murders
perpetrated by
Jack the Kipper

Sea Smiles

Strolling upon the shore at night,
cavorting crabs come into sight.
White-capped waves kiss the sultry shore,
whisper nothings in gentle roar.
Digging clams discover their holes,
hiding away within the shoals.
Starfish affirm their right of place,
disappearing without a trace.
Treasures blossom on cooling sand,
aglitter in a patterned strand.
Tiny rivulets run their course
returning to their common source.
Mysterious as it may be,
I

Steady the float

Here rest my oars.
A killick thrown to the school of fishes,
To still my boat from the peering waves.
Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters,
Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes.
A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss—
Its stale mouth might stagger my rest,
And send my gathered fish fleeing the net.

Much of the mud my

Fish Tank

I placed a fish into a tank.
Would it float or would it sank?
A fish has its own volition - 
each one on a separate mission.
Some will to the bottom, drop.
Others will rise up to the top.

Go Fish The Big One

Remember as a child playing cards,
Go Fish?
A child's life and fishing go together,
dreaming about catching the big one.
How big is the big one?
At what age will they catch it?
Will it be from land or from a boat?
Yes a child will dream about the big one,
the big one being on the end of their fishing line.
One

Tales of the Checkerboard Trout

I

I'd say I'm a fisherman beyond compare.
Let me tell you, friend, what I caught there
on the bank of a wild mountain stream, 
when, at once, a sun ray and silver moon beam, 
like a dream, caught me by surprise,
under blue skies, when I was a boy of your size.  
It was the one and

Squirrel with a Bicycle

A fish without a bicycle, 
a squirrel without a tree -
these are the things
that trouble me. 

They make me chew my fingers
and give me such a fright. 
These are the very things
that keep me up at night.

A fish without a bicycle, 
a squirrel without a tree - 
These are the things
I hope I never see.

Fishing

down went the bobber
     set the hook and don’t panic
         reel it in ~ fish fry!

Observing Nature's Beauty

long tree limbs stretching 
     over gurgling brook flowing
          minnows are dashing

I sit on the bank
     observing nature’s beauty
          a calming moment

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