Fishing Prose Poems
These Fishing Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Fishing. These are the best examples of Prose Fishing poems written by international poets.
prose, absence, childhood, deep, emotions,
Have you woken up by a river?
One within the forbidden woods.
A tent, for two. Sleeping bags.
The stream, rushing over golden sand.
I could hear the trees...
prose, adventure, animal, fishing, imagery,
The bobber floats, but when it dips, my heart skips for hooked lips. The line tightens, the tug is strong, I reel in....
The Hiding Place
prose, beauty, bird, change, childhood,
I remember those lazy days of summer
when we rode away on horseback
down dusty, deserted country roads;
took our shoes and socks off;
neared the trail to the...
I Just Shot A Bird out Of The Sky
I Just Shot A Bird Out Of The Sky #229 ...
Bertha's Coming Home Tonight
character, courage, endurance, environment,
The old ones have all gone now
up those Golden Stairs.
There's hay stacked for the horses in the barn.
They're grubbing up potatoes
and stacking corn stalks high
prose, beauty, creation, social,
Poet: Ken Jordan
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
A lost in time
picturesque throwback town.
Hubert Might Go Upstairs But Not To Rome
Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it.
Hey there! Noah, my dear old friend.
I just wanted you to know, the guys down at the lodge
are cracking quite...
prose, beautiful, business, cool, fishing,
My nails grow longer in the heat,
I like to keep them short, hands and feet,
pedicure and manicure by the girls in Phuket,
they give you more,...
The Old Fisherman got a New Truck
prose, age, community, endurance, fishing,
The Old Fisherman got a new truck.
A cranberry Chevy.
The people who sell his face
gave it to him.
It replaces the old Ford
with wood side panels
Alone on a Tropical Island
beach, boat, death, life,
How I got here, I have no clue. I do remember being on a cruise.
Passengers were walking, talking, and watching the cerulean blue sea...
All I Ever Do is Daydream
family, imagination, travel,
I was looking out the window of the plane.
We did it; yes! We finally did it!
Passports in place, we hopped a plane.
Norway, here we...
prose, loneliness, tribute,
In China once
under a patched
at tables and stools
the politics with friends
and how the breeze
by night conspired
her golden hair.
prose, death, father, poetry, sick,
It was early morning.
The sun was barely above the high hills on the other side of the lake.
I was at the end of the...
259 Words Exactly Little Reasons to Hold on to Life as You Grow Older
prose, adventure, analogy, art, beautiful,
Kites hanging on the winds the enchantment, simplicity ... warning swirling whooshing about amid the humble Streams in the Spring ... . Time jovial, patient...
Hopeful And Honest Part 1
prose, analogy, appreciation, art, beautiful,
"Fate in the hands of God always
beholds a greater future I'm finding.
As its opportunity reflects this...
His devotion for all of us I believe
prose, baptism, christian, culture, health,
How do we rebaptize this our shared glad day,
raising up our wellness drenched
with non-elite christ mindbody?
Surely Matthew the Fox would know,
and other postmillennial gospel...
A Tall Tale
I must say Peter, I've had the most extraordinary day. It all started when I woke up this morning. I was brushing my teeth with...
fish, fishing, old,
My past is gone
Like smoke in the wind
Days of wonder
And childhood dreams
Have been eaten
By old age
And cast out
Like a hook
On a fisherman’s fly reel
Days Of Youth And Fish
Fishing was a joy
A way to let time float by
Every weekend with his St. Croix in hand
He would take a leisurely walk...