Fishing Poems

Fishing poems for fishing lovers. Fishing poetry describes the fun and adventure about recreational fishing, while some poets like to go for the fishing for poems. Fishy poems are often related to fish or fishing but there are other poems too which describe messy situations rather in a funny way. For some poets fishing and poetry are the integral parts of their lives. They express their love for fishing in the form of poems about fishing. In our collection of fishing poems, one can read these lovely verses about fishing in which poets have narrated their fishing experiences with family and friends in an enormous ocean or in the nearby river or lake. There are poems about the fishing techniques and blunders to be enjoyed with a laugh.

Fishing For The Truth

Fishing For The Truth ballad

The man who sits in solitude So as not to judge and condemn others, gains humility, An attribute truly favoured by God. A man who sits in a gathering to quarrel, and cast Aspersions on the righteousness & sanctity of

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She Breaches

She Breaches short poem

Gulls swarm above the lake, clockwise and counter hundreds of miles from the sea, just a step below the unclothed mountain shoulders, they churn swerve near each other like some game, my brother tells me he wouldn’t be surprised if

Poems containing references to : Fishing

Shoes

Shoes short poem

A sparkling path was chosen by one, providing mature wines for the cultured, elegant polished restaurants, operas of critical acclaim, endless parties for the ordained elite, cars which navigated and spoke, manicured sprawling homes, and… Shoes… closets and closets of

Sweet Invasion

Sweet Invasion short poem

Quietly, you wandered into my thoughts Your silhouette in repose Like a painting A fishing boat stationary in the sunset Silently, you crept into my dreams Nestled softly in my arms Wisps of your hair Caressing your face in the

Lost In The Storm Of Life

Lost In The Storm Of Life short poem

It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self , Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help. It tends to wear out the innocent child within you , Someone who used to be as fresh

Flying Fisherman

Flying Fisherman short poem

Winging my way through the air; high in the Cascade Mountain Range. With a serene wilderness lake just below me. Reflecting an exquisite brilliant sunrise of various shades of yellows, oranges, and golden hues. Reflected upon the glassy placid surface.

Group Photo With Fishermen

Group Photo With Fishermen short poem

It’s Christmas dad lend me once more your hand to compare ourselves among the living people that I ever touched only your hand was bigger If you want to we can go to the seashore hand in hand to leap

For those in peril

For those in peril short poem

The maroons were heard in the dark hours of night Rain lashed, wind roared, the storm at its height Men roused from warm beds, no need to be told That lives were in peril on a sea cruel and cold

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly long poem

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

The Poor

The Poor prose poem

Being poor is never the real purpose of the poor There’s no reason for the poor to remain on the floor We must help them arise, and reach for something more Although it will not happen in just a day;

Eagle’s Rendezvous

Eagles Rendezvous short poem

On the shorelines of the Adam’s River, Bald and golden Eagles from near and far line the meandering river’s embankments. Salmon struggling upstream to spawn. Chancing the elements. Bald and golden eagles are screaming in delight, as they eloquently glide

Blood Brothers

Blood Brothers long poem

We were the best of friends All summer long and through the fall and winter Cruising through the worlds we knew On beat-up bikes in faded jeans and sneakers Weaving in and out of high adventure Knee deep in grassy

Overdoses

Overdoses long poem

If one day I’m caught waltzing to bed with drunken imaginings of the gates of Heaven, gilded in virtuous hues of golden rays, allow me to stumble over the reindeer slippers I purposely left out in the open. I’ll know

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Kochi (december 2013)

Kochi (december 2013) short poem

I ran away from you to strange cities. But at every corner, I ran into you. The fresh sea water carried whiffs of you. The little boys on bicycles spoke in your voice. The surf tickled my toes with your

Lines

Lines short poem

Look at these lines – fishing for compliments – Hooked, they drag us back. Leave us squirming on the dry bank: Palpitating, bruised from the fight. Removing the pin from the mouth It’s a painful business. But worthwhile. Who’ll throw

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather)

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather) long poem

Mr. Hewitt Cox The father of my dreams The hardest working man In the whole entire east Never have I ever Been closer to a 60 year old man We were so close in fact, I call him my best

Jake’s House

Jakes House short poem

There was a man whose name was Jake Who had a house upon the lake Every morning he would wake And for breakfast have a piece of cake He had a private fishing hole; He always used a long cane

Seasons In New England.

Seasons In New England. prose poem

From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod. From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island. From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut. Winters of snow and

Connswater

Connswater short poem

Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according

Greying Streets

Greying Streets short poem

Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,

A Postcard From New Orleans

A Postcard From New Orleans short poem

An indecipherable cause brought us here may as well blame the overwhelming stink of bacon in the building lobby, that day I decided, my future didn’t contain forty years of accountancy unquiet stomach, unquiet mind Thus all ships sail, even

Pleasant Timing

Pleasant Timing short poem

The silent moment of an hour, The rustle of cool breeze round the ear, Commemorating the past, Escorts a smile on the face with joy bubbling in the Heart… Tests of fears and success, Bulbous all over the head, Spawning

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Enlivened Debauchery

Enlivened Debauchery prose poem

Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every

Love Sonnet 159

Love Sonnet 159 sonnet poems

You left a spectral smile that stalks my mind, To haunt my only niche in Time and Space, My every thought in reverie I find, Reminiscing your compassion and grace; You’ve gazed into my eyes, fathomed my soul, To bare

Grateful

Grateful short poem

I believe that I can be everything. Dreamer, achiever, the leader. Everything. Son of many nations. Every king. All praise to the creator. Every queen. I’m on mission sent here to tell you. Don’t listen to the system that failed

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves short poem

Your gifts, I do not want to keep. Shapeless doves on the grass, were ready to take a nascent flight. My small hands prepare a daisy meal. Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs. I pass the door, that moves

The Ear Rings

The Ear Rings long poem

These ear-rings, made up of different metals, shapes, and colors do adorn the ears, they think; our foolish girls, not knowing the troubles they create, on jumping, dancing and attracting the boys, equally wicked and foolish, imaging her beauty on

Words’ cage

Words cage short poem

I discovered a way a way that can bind, all scattered thoughts that run in my mind. Now I recollect them pick as I like, categorize, prioritize and bring them alive. It all starts with the first line sitting in,

Hope

Hope short poem

As these eyes close in prayer Earnest and desperate, hopeful yet scared Despair overcomes hope And anger subjugates faith as I wonder Where’s that spark that sought a miracle? That blessing that shunned all gloom And faith that defeated all

A Eureka Moment

A Eureka Moment short poem

I dived into empty space, exhilarated, arms outstretched mimicking wings, I flew like a bird. Embracing the thrash and lash of the wind, which flapped the flesh on my cheeks, and froze the tip of my nose. The echo of

A Junk Corporation

A Junk Corporation short poem

Modern and civilized Get organized March in a path Of numbers and math A new look A diet book Junk food Drinks for the mood A new product A commercial conduct Your supervision Through the television For your well being

My Father’s Grace

My Fathers Grace short poem

I am a Christian, that fell from Grace, Yet I have not, forgot my place. The battles from within, and without, Took me, to a place called doubt. I fell, but not all the way, Straddling the fence, is what

I Am Smitten With You

I Am Smitten With You prose poem

Hello dear where you have been since we met last in the canteen I have been looking for you everywhere even in dreams you’re so beautiful that you take my breath away your awesome company complete me in so many

Peculiar

Peculiar short poem

Pretend to be civil, For unrest is familiar, Actions by the shrivel, Accompanied by the peculiar. Tell me lies, And truth will follow, Straighten the ties, That bind you so hollow. Swayed by blindness, In love or thereafter, Washed out

All That She Was.

All That She Was. short poem

There she stood in the dark, Dark hair billowing around her, Her body, a perfect hourglass… Skin; her skin was so smooth, Smoother, even, than a surface of glass, Glass-like she was, oh-so-fragile… Her lips were full and red, Redder

Lovingly Lost

Lovingly Lost short poem

Valley was vast View was the best Sun was about to set For prey, birds search to get Breeze was pleasant Passers were complacent Boys bath at a pool Crows fight like a fool Sun became a lamp Returning home

Moments

Moments short poem

[Composed in a class room.] Have you felt what an alien face said? From a land not yours of this birth, And thus in a fleet moment beheld, The tiny dimensions of the earth. Have you seen the colors of

Sleep, Sleep O Moon

Sleep, Sleep O Moon short poem

Sleep, O drowsy moon Laying on garden path As winter sets in. Condensing mist In foaming gist Plays with chill shadows.. Her abrasive form Cold as snow Stiffen all loves. Why she is awake still Like a haunted spirit Brings

Lists

Lists short poem

Lists of listlessness Lay piled Along with linen Waiting to be washed, dried and ironed. And I just did. Found my list clean And crisp without creases Just plain white paper For my scribbled squiggly dreams painted in varied hues.

Journey, The Muse Of Hollow Time

Journey, The Muse Of Hollow Time long poem

Once I went upon a time On tender foot down a far fled lane A tangled haunt of yesterdays astray Long was my hunt for a fondness or A certain door A value or an anchor For a ship to