Poems About: FISHING

In this page, poems on / about “fishing” are listed.

  • 85.
    'Gone Fishing'

    Sylvia searched the whole house over
    Calling out her lover's name...
    He was not there, oh no ~ oh no,
    He was hooked on the fishing game. read more »

    Joyce Hemsley
  • 86.
    Burrs In My Pants

    Burrs in my pants,
    Thorns in my shoes.
    Fishing this lake,
    Just gives me the blues. read more »

    Juan Olivarez
  • 87.
    Hook, Line And Sinker

    I have always wondered what it means
    when someone using oral means
    says something so colloquial
    that it is understood by all read more »

    Herbert Nehrlich
  • 88.
    The Riverside

    The river was flowing unceasingly.
    On the bank sat a little girl
    with a rose in her hand.
    Lovely thoughts flooded her mind read more »

    Aleyamma Jacob
  • 89.
    Buddha and I Went Fishing

    Buddha and I went fishing the other day
    The zen of fishing is that zen master's don't fish
    He taught me to watch the cork lie motionless
    Only moved by the ripples caused by the wind's breath read more »

    Barry A. Lanier
  • 90.
    Row Your Boat

    (old) old my boat that rows (in mid-ocean) ,
    like a fish in ocean praying not to get caught,
    row your boat (its ma-de o.u.t. Of wood) ,
    she loves what my boat is made of, read more »

    Tommy Laster
  • 91.
    Travel Haiku - Angling at Black Hills (South Dakota)

    Black HIlls water
    the fish too
    enjoying a ride read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
  • 92.
    Windchime Row

    A fishing colony by the sea, just beside the beach.
    A little street and left and right, five shanties each,
    and two more on the right hand side, they're abandoned though,
    the fishing colony by the sea I call Windchime Row. read more »

    Abhijit Roy
  • 93.
    On An April Evening In The Fall

    With folded wings the fishing gannets plunge into the sea
    And the nuggety old man with fishing rod was waiting patiently
    For a fish to bite as the incoming waves splashed quite close to his feet
    And each new wave it came surging in as each old wave did retreat. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 94.
    The sea gipsy

    The sea gipsy

    she's anchored in our sheltered bay, a fishing boat tonight will stay
    a forard mooring rope made fast, engine's cut, anchor cast read more »

    Bob Gibson
  • 95.
    Fishing On The Susquehanna In July

    I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
    or on any river for that matter
    to be perfectly honest. read more »

    Billy Collins
  • 96.
    The Fishing Trip

    The Fishing Trip

    By
    Ross Dix-Peek read more »

    Ross DixPeek
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