Poems About: FISHING
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337.The Crocodile that ate Spaghetti
I came across a crocodile
Who nibbled noodles by the Nile.
I wondered why this weirdo wished
To favour food not flavoured fish read more »C Richard Miles
338.Fishmonger, Crows And I
Opens the olfaction
While the fishmonger hails..
My breath held read more »Indira Renganathan
339.Travel Haiku - Naples Fishing Pier (State of Florida)
Naples Fishing Pier
the sea roars as we
look for dolphins read more »john tiong chunghoo
She has a pen perfectly shaped like a fish.
Its flanks stripped crimson, blue and amber,
Shine all the brighter by the glisten in her eyes
As she tells me, it was a gift from her father. read more »Hal Caufield
My version of a Jewish folk song;
the 2nd stanza should start slow,
then get faster & faster to the end. read more »John Bliven Morin
342.Fishing Can Be A Dynamic Communion
Fishing is an apparently simple experience
that swiftly transforms into life dynamic communion
appreciation of water lit nature with the rush
of a gambler about to beat stacked odds in casino. read more »Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
343.Fish And Shrimp [1-2]
Fish And Shrimp 
I sigh with deep feeling that fish and shrimp are but children.
They are slap-happy to play in the net of the fisherman.
Seafood merchants become fierce and cruel butchers, read more »Charles WOO
344.He Was Splashed
Before even he got splashed,
Our father had forbiden him from
All his fishing movement
He had made it clear read more »mariechantal tuyisabe
We stood on the rocky breakwater,
My fishing friend Peter and me,
Faces turned sideways from the wind,
Which churned the steel grey sea. read more »Tom Higgins
346.There Is A Rooster On The Roof
Chickens will come home to roost.
And there is a rooster on the roof,
With binoculars laughing. read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
early in the morning I am opening a window
and right away are falling up
a trail of smoke from neighbours.
from the down, they are smoking, read more »Maria Barbara Korynt
348.It was my thirteenth year
It was my thirteenth year
and we fished with our friend
and he taught us read more »Gert Strydom