Fishing Poems | Examples of Fishing Poetry

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...

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There once was a guy with a trick: the Florida Man limerick. But when he got rowing, the verses stopped flowing or maybe ‘cuz his wife was sick. It’s nothing but crickets of late, and those that he musters ain’t great. The hooks are sporadic as fresh-water haddock; perhaps he should try some new bait....

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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...

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Broad in the beam not much of a looker this crusty rust-bucket of nuts screws and bolts is a crabby old hooker as luck would have it dolled up trolling for supper at any port in a storm she still gives good service tho' down on her uppers now showing her years deep in the scuppers yet still on the game fishing by night for a living not to...

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

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Beneath the moon's soft glow, a city thrives, Where ocean waves caress the sandy shore. In bustling markets, fresh-caught tuna lives, A testament to fishers' ancient lore. The beauty of nature surrounds us here, From rolling hills to palm trees swaying free. GenSan's spirit, both vibrant and sincere, Reflects the splendor of land, sky, and sea. ...

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Follow the flow of the Tees Meet the folk whose sweat and tears shaped the land, brought in the bounty, shifted the steel to build Better places. Follow the flow of the Tees. Meet the people who fish in peace. Look for a seal or two. See them bobbing, watching you watching them. Observe them catching the rays of the sun on the...

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I spoke to the sea, a calm breath though a gale raged inside of me – both my sails shredded, I begged for mercy: “Thou art the greatest world current, what brag would be a wretched notch like me!? Devourer of coasts! Reshaper of vast continents! Bane of man’s mightiest fleets! Countless formidable have foolishly challenged thee, and now lie silent in your crushing...

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across rippling lake cousins casting half blue moon ...

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bear wading in the stream bear grabs a jumping salmon bear feeds his hunger ...

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Black top was miles and miles away Dirt road as far as you could see The future just a minute away Was everything you wanted it to be Taking our time but not slowing down Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground Up with the sun, chasing the moon around Dirt road living with a real country sound The black top...

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Despairing seafaring..can be Lore of days of yore Glories or gory Bold stories told Foreshore folklore Hemingway’s…Old Man and the Sea Smiles..feeling chipper Like a wee nipper Reeling in a ripper Serious delirious skipper No not a wee kipper More like stealing Flipper (ah remember Flipper) Sort of caught Trials snort beguiles Rather overwrought Wiles & guile..fraught Palaver..how they fought All went iffy in a jiffy This grouper.. a storm trooper All...

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A fish popped out of the lake from his scales the water he done shaked looked at me, curiously, wondering, “Is he awake?” Well, I was still as a...

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An osprey circles Hoping I will find a fish for him A beaver slaps its tail Yodels to its young Turtles lounge in the sun As Swans and Geese negotiate A doe and fawn cautiously Observe my passing A blue Heron appears Undisturbed by my presence Soft breezes tickle the lily pads As the Dragonflies dance ...

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when we were wishing would catch big one while fishing with a lure swishing...

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