Poems About: FISHING
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313.Gallant maiden...Lets fish...
Lonely stream, where do you depart with your lover?
Lovely maiden, why do you walk on this lonely stream?
Lovely song brace with echoes... read more »Kong Vang
Unfortunately, the menhaden
will soon be more extinct that Latin,
since they are fast-depleting assets
which, overfished for fatty acids read more »gershon hepner
315.A Nonsense Poem - a Villanelle
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little fish runs on a wheel
A little worm hops in a hole read more »Alison Cassidy
I envied my wife her nightly visions.
She'd lay each one proudly on the bed
like a plump, iridescent fish, read more »Moniza Alvi
317.Two Fishes (Alternate rhyme)
On the path of a village
A fish was crying loudly; read more »Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary
318.I love To Go Fishing
I love to go fishing everyday,
To the river or the lake.
Up in the morning without delay,
I go fishing soon as I wake. read more »Juan Olivarez
319.Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman
“If you work a body of water and a body of woman
you can take fish out of one and children out of the other read more »Alan Dugan
320.Joy of Fishing
Oh how I enjoyed so very much
Fishing off a bridge
Or perhaps ‘long side the road
Or from up on a slight ridge read more »Marilyn Lott
321.Fishing In The River At Autumn Night
The moon shines on the river while autumn wind is blowing.
At night, I invite my friends to go fishing and boating.
Rowing our oars, we seek a shoal of fish gladly. read more »Charles WOO
322.Fishing, Joke On Love
Love is like fishing
It’s a kind of sport, try it and you'll see on what you’re missing
Once caught, it’s all hugs and kissing
And memories of when it happened, reminiscing read more »Jeff Law
I am standing up
In the middle
Of the lake.
My feet are touching the ground read more »Atef Ayadi
324.If We All Were Like Children
Once there came a child approaching a gentle brook,
Dipping his hands into the water, a small fish he took.
It wiggled, and squirmed, freedom it did seek,
It made the child laugh, and squeak. read more »Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson