Fish Free Verse Poems

She says she loves me—yet dreams of another,
her heart adrift on restless tides,
where my name dissolves into echoes,
a whisper lost before breath takes hold.

I am...

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I am an Angler. 
I sit in the dark.
The walls suffocate me with my agitation.
I am an Angler.
I am not like you.
I am from the...

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In a small room where the shadows grew large
I was thinking about my escape
Like a fisherman’s catch
Cast back into the greatest lake of Michigan
The room...

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Recently,one winter morning,out of the blue,
I heard  the caw of a lone crow -
Once found in  flocks  across  our land,
Now vanished...

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A child's joy was taken at gunpoint
in a long, dark tunnel on a winter night~
as clouds drifted, whispering subconscious fears,
stirred by music played by demons,
loosed...

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An oval shape—a ghostly pane,
A frame of whispers, soft refrain.
It hung in quiet, out of view,
Where silence slept and shadows grew.

I glimpsed “the oval window,...

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I was seven, barefoot in the hallway,
nose pressed to the brass knob of the guest room—
she’d left the key out,
but I wanted to see through,
the...

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I was four when I partied like it was 1999.
Didn’t know what Y2K meant—
thought it was a new kind of Ribena.
Mom said the world might...

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This time,
Janice is wearing a priest collar
and I’m the altar.
She hisses when I open my Notes app
during communion,
calls me a heretic
for spellchecking my trauma.

I tell...

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Always changing, moving, rising and falling.
I love to stand by a sandy strand
and yell at the ever-rolling ocean.

I go down
to the restless seas and tidal...

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                        I...

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I dreamt I was catching fish last night.
The sea was flat as my once white sheets,
Stars hung like lanterns,
cold and watching.

I cast once.
The line sang.
The...

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We had been up, down and sideways with lonely nights and 
solitary days.  We had seen total darkness dispensed from our 
fights.  Our...

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Mountains of snow, with colder snow underneath. 
We all have phones in our pockets. 
I set a timer to the last time we talked. 
Left...

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Brackish lichen forms a raft upon the pond,
a low haze floats like a moored airship.
Small frogs chirrup sotto-voce
as if they were
dreaming sparrows.

Water birds dabble in...

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