Fishing Poems | Examples of Fishing Poetry

"Out catching fish ~ make a wish our next dish is trout" Written 26 Nov 2020 and submitted to the: Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest Sponsored by: charles messina...Read More

diggin' that scene you know what I mean crisp and clean and so serene makes you want a 7-Up inspires you to eliminate all that is defined as 'abrupt' praying that the vibe inspired a Special Kind of Hope here is Hoping...Read More

gone fishing as kids meant follow where train tracks went and by putting an ear to the rails listen for sounds of rumbling wheels the river bank on one side of a bridge was the only access down the ridge then...Read More

The gray man went whistling down the highway To the rail stop where trains go speeding by Keeping tempo to the clicks with fascination On iron which makes you think of laughter But only ends in tears on...Read More

An ordered massif of concrete in the green Adirondack range, crumbling Greek amphitheater, it’s presence strikes the mind as strange. The chips and cracks throughout the tiers, the weather worn orchestra shell, a dry fountain before the stage where grand tales performers...Read More

fishing finds I’m foolishly fishing in the frost freshwater follows fondly foreign fishing forgets funnily finest fishing feels furiously fair fishing falls freely fresh fishing flies fabulously Yet it’s so cold In mid-November funny fishing fails fortnightly fat fishing finishes fatly fast fishing flows...Read More

Have you looked at someone? Has someone looked at you? Hook, line and sinker? Turned around Looked at her Discretely Turned around Looked at each other Simultaneously Looked at each other Not just once Eye to eye I wondered what to say I wondered what...Read More

Have you heard about fishing for turds … It’s for children and maybe for nerds For brown floaters you’ll fish Or there's nets which you swish For once I’m almost lost for words! My granny was shocked and appalled Suggesting this...Read More

SNAGGED We trod the dusty path home from school, mottled with casuarina shadows. Gurgling ripples gave way to deep pools, my brother skipping stones. Khaki Campbell ducks brought chuckles. Tipping back their heads, water dripped from beaks,...Read More

My heartbeat Engages my fingers Letters seep like blood Through the tip of my pen Onto paper/words bleed into verse Compelling your eyes to read? Your own heart to feel? I'm begging your lips to speak Flow back into me ......Read More

“Do you like yabbies?” Barry asked. I replied “Are you sick! I’d just like to ask you; now is the Pope a Catholic?” … So we headed off across the ranges, where Barry’s cousin Ray, had a dam...Read More

“Where are you going?” Teddy asked, breaking in our conversation, between Bulldog, ‘Newy’ and myself and noticed with his observation, that the words of Phillip Island had been mentioned by us three, so he gathered that we’re fishing,...Read More

When are danglers called anglers And what are they fishing for? Hoping for a bite or a swallow-- Some form or function feast or frolic of oral delight....Read More

Tiny boardwalk along the Halifax River Waiting to see what “catch” nature will deliver Royal Palms’ fronds rustle in fall’s gentle breeze No noisy distractions from teens on their jet skis Cute baby seagull swims above...Read More

Patience is a virtue when casting a line One never know how many damn times Fishing requires drinking Sitting and thinking Catching fish doesn't enter the paradigm ...Read More