Short Sinkers Poems
Short Sinkers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sinkers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sinkers by length and keyword.
Star to let
to a cat lover
and friend of
less perfect dahlias,
to putter-outers of
unwashed milk bottles;
to curtain shifters
and spectacle sinkers,
to all those gods
in Victoria`s long terraces
all waiting for
the flat upstairs.
there's only one way
straight down is all you control
so use a bobber
line through a swivel
with sinkers and lucks good bait
play out line and wait
tick tick heavy weight
a slow to reel in quick see
that breaks line and leaves
stan sand
Grab your rhodes, your lines, your reels.
Grab your hooks, your swivels, your sinkers.
Grab your power bait, your worms, your stinkers.
Grab your tackle box, your cooler, your beer.
Pick a spot, cast your line, enjoy your friends, and have a good time.
A fast in hurry. you
pretend that you
were dead.
The legend survives,
putting the land’s blood
in the grass roots.
The tremors had started
in the blue flame. A lunatic
calls for the moon to explain.
The tides were not coming ?
Watching hopelessly;
the decline of sinkers.
A watershed of humility.
The river has left the
body of water.
Satish Verma
I've fallen in love with her...awkwardness.
Her wispy little poem petals.
The petals coming together.
The reds, pinks, speckled with blue infinity.
Flowing against the current.
Against every trend.
She eventually caved in, tumbling over the brink.
Broke apart in a cool black pool.
A mosaic in stained glass pink.
Trapped in a tangle of sinkers and plastic weeds...
Macabre and painfully serene.
cosmic constant, sneaks
to be diluted
pinned down with
prison franks
playing footsie
not a long ride
loveless daybeds
abandoned signals
fighting eyes across trafficked lies
earthern worms
bait filled cells in bread
tape worn in xrays of osiris
skipped eventually in tag
enough to walk down
walking home, down
further than, better days
sinkers on a string
blankets of kelp, poisoned
and learned
the baby won't need a pack of smokes
Balanced on a Red Rider wagon,
a wooden boat with flaking paint;
split transom
poorly repaired. Ten year olds
with borrowed tools, untrained
in fixing leaks, or boats,
or knowing what a transom was.
Christened the "Neversink,"
but often did, with bamboo fishing poles askew,
the used nine sixteenth nut sinkers
spilling into warm water;
sunfish laughing.
A doomed soup can ship,
crewed by worms,
going down.
Young toes to search the liquid silt
for clams.
The fishing of Scotland's coast
To be honest I have to boast
Please come take a look
And dangle your hook
And join me in traditional toast
My favourite place is called Dunnet Head
With many species it has to be said
One just dangles their line
Hey presto! see what you find
It's a bite, not the weight of your lead
But sadly there has been some stinkers
When the fish must have been thinkers
For many times we did try
In us they espied
Wasting our time dropping our sinkers