Short Anglers Poems
Short Anglers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Anglers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Anglers by length and keyword.
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.
America's Largest State.
Land of the Midnight Sun.
An Anglers Dream.
Scenic; filled with wonderful beauty.
Kodiak Island; Alaska's Emerald Isle
America's Last Frontier
The Rainbows Blushed Back
fishing
on river
springs his summer
of rainbow faces blush
anglers
connie pachecho
6/14/17
Note-rainbow takes the meaning
of fish, like in rainbow trout.
Such an ugly fish
have a mouthful of sharp teeth
have lures on their heads.
Copyright © Copyright Jones
Nov.26/2015
Apparently, only the female angler fish have the lures, that light up to attract prey.
The Meat Locker
The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan
long-horns where mice wore fur to survive
broke down, the carcasses began rotting
thrown into the bay.
The day after, sharks came to the surface
throwing up, turning the water foamy
For anglers, it was a bonus they caught
big marlins and red snappers
Seagulls sit on rusting capstans
For the fleet to leave to sea,
Waiting for the missing helmsman
If it was meant to be.
Sounds of summer out of reach,
From anglers by the sea
No more pebbles on the beach
If it was meant to be.
For love is just a numbers game
Where life is a tax we levy
Until with hope we set aflame
As it is meant to be.
gold fish
was in love with
the gorgeous zebra fish
her love for her striped mate was blind
the two spawned to have their colour merged breed
love is love, colours mean nothing,
but anglers had their laughs
sold them as grilled
gold fish
3rd placement
Written 12/02/2022
Give me a Rictameter poetry contest
M L Kiser
2468108642 syllable count on PS syllable counter
The water rises from the silent cool
Deep cave whose mouth is yawning far below
The crystal surface of the clear blue pool:
A river is emerging in full flow.
The wiser trout weave rainbow bodies through
The labyrinth of rushes, and their fate
Is to grow old – unlike the youngsters who
Rush downstream where the patient anglers wait.
September 2016
Contest Old or New - 8 line max
Sponsored by Rick Parise
At the foot of the Elbow,
just above the Bow,
an angler drowned
his feet caught
in a shopping cart
split-cane rod still
firmly in his grasp.
On the Grand
just below the Gorge,
another died
opening weekend,
high water
few details are known.
At the Whirlpool
below Niagara Falls
bodies surface
sporadically
but few are anglers.
When I go, I hope
it’s in my waders
but miles of rivers
remain before
my rods pass
to you.