Fishermen Poems - Poems about Fishermen

... Most times when we walk early on the beach it’s just Deborah and me. but the other morning we happened to walk past two old men fishing by the sea. We quickly exchanged greetings then quietly l......Read the rest...

...SPRING The snow on my deck is finally melting away The bright sunshine finally showed up today It's been a long cold winter for the birds to rest The big mother robin bird is searching to build......Read the rest...

...In a coastal haven, a small beach town unfolds, Where names are known, in warmth and tales retold. Away from city's roar, tranquility is found, Love and serenity, a comforting surround. Upon th......Read the rest...

...A time to rake; to search embers, to pore over resurrected, fire-damaged relics. On an ancient shore driftwood, fagots, and reeds are heaped up onto a pyre of time. After the fire there is ......Read the rest...

...If I call you, would you come and join me in the sun? If I call you, would you say that the day is done? I see you running all over the place with boots laced up to your waist and leather jackets wit......Read the rest...

...(Inspired by 'Indigo Night' by Thomas W Case) A thousand thousand stars pierce the indigo night, but no moon mars the canvas, or lightens velvet strokes. Half-hearted waves slap at shoreline r......Read the rest...

...Village by the Sea In Bonanamo's haven, where echoes of the sea, White sandy beaches, a cradle for dreams to be. Glorious sunsets, a canvas painted bold, A symphony of colors, a tale to be told......Read the rest...

...ravish so the hooks unleash the fish from it's scales as such anchor hoist rods and nets overhang the breach deck gatherings of the bounty fins fish aplenty fish for food yet man for......Read the rest...

...Morning keeps transitioning into morning and daylight keeps shouting into my face, the weather is gasping for breath and the temperature is pulling sweat out my gut. I watch the sun rising beyon......Read the rest...

...He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill. He was sending a silent message to universe to reverse the dreadf......Read the rest...

...Beneath the cobalt sky, where legends are spun, Island life unfolds, as traced by the sun. Amidst the palms, a verdant ballet, A choreography of chores, in the island's sway. Fishing boats gent......Read the rest...

...I can hear the roaring in sea off the coast of Null with big boats engine penetrating the deep and the loud chatter of the fishermen in in the middle of the ocean screaming and shouting as they pull ......Read the rest...

...I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road in our v......Read the rest...

...1 Autumn, harmattan —forest everywhere births green or rust hue 2 Harmattan —my lips are eager to map the season 3 Fog-ensnared ocean: fishermen gasp in the net of harmattan ©Nk......Read the rest...

...This river is full of bodies, dead fish, dead fishermen. This river crumbles its banks, it invades in trickles, sluggishly it engulfs. Once it deeply flowed then death withered the water. ......Read the rest...