Top 100 Poems About: FISH


In this page, poems on / about “fish” are listed.
  • 1.
    The Fish

    I caught a tremendous fish
    and held him beside the boat
    half out of water, with my hook
    fast in a corner of his mouth. read more »

    Elizabeth Bishop
  • 2.
    What Fish Feel

    What fish feel,
    birds feel, I don't know--
    the year ending. read more »

    Matsuo Basho
  • 3.
    The Fish

    ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
    Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
    The people of coming days will know
    About the casting out of my net, read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 4.
    The Goose Fish

    On the long shore, lit by the moon
    To show them properly alone,
    Two lovers suddenly embraced
    So that their shadows were as one. read more »

    Howard Nemerov
  • 5.
    Our Biggest Fish

    When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,
    I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows and the like;
    And oh, the bitter sadness with which my soul was fraught
    When I rambled home at nightfall with the puny string I'd caught! read more »

    Eugene Field
  • 6.
    The Fish

    wade
    through black jade
    Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps
    adjusting the ash heaps; read more »

    Marianne Moore
  • 7.
    A Wreath To The Fish

    Who is this fish, still wearing its wealth,
    flat on my drainboard, dead asleep,
    its suit of mail proof only against the stream?
    What is it to live in a stream, read more »

    Nancy Willard
  • 8.
    A Fish Answers

    Amazing monster! that, for aught I know,
    With the first sight of thee didst make our race
    For ever stare! O flat and shocking face,
    Grimly divided from the breast below! read more »

    James Henry Leigh Hunt
  • 9.
    A Mullet Is Not A Fish? ?

    So said the smart talk back in 1916.
    For an out-of-work lawyer pickings were lean. read more »

    Sidi J. Mahtrow
  • 10.
    Fish Crier

    I know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January. read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 11.
    Fish, The

    In a cool curving world he lies
    And ripples with dark ecstasies.
    The kind luxurious lapse and steal
    Shapes all his universe to feel read more »

    Rupert Brooke
  • 12.
    We Fish

    We fish, we fish, we merrily swim,
    We care not for friend nor for foe.
    Our fins are stout,
    Our tails are out, read more »

    Herman Melville
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