Top 100 Poems About: FISHING

In this page, poems on / about “fishing” are listed.
  • 1.
    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
  • 2.
    Hiawatha's Fishing

    Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
    On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
    With his fishing-line of cedar, read more »

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 3.
    Moon Fishing

    When the moon was full they came to the water.
    some with pitchforks, some with rakes,
    some with sieves and ladles,
    and one with a silver cup. read more »

    Lisel Mueller
  • 4.

    I like to look at fishermen
    And oftentimes I wish
    One would be lucky now and then
    And catch a little fish. read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 5.
    At The Fishhouses

    Although it is a cold evening,
    down by one of the fishhouses
    an old man sits netting,
    his net, in the gloaming almost invisible, read more »

    Elizabeth Bishop
  • 6.
    Schroeder The Fisherman

    I sat on the bank above Bernadotte
    And dropped crumbs in the water,
    Just to see the minnows bump each other,
    Until the strongest got the prize. read more »

    Edgar Lee Masters
  • 7.

    The two of them stood in the middle water,
    The current slipping away, quick and cold,
    The sun slow at his zenith, sweating gold,
    Once, in some sullen summer of father and daughter. read more »

    Alicia Elsbeth Stallings
  • 8.
    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
  • 9.

    Wen I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big an' black,
    Dey's a kin' o' wa'nin' shivah goes a-scootin' down my back; read more »

    Paul Laurence Dunbar
  • 10.
    Fishing In The Wei River

    In waters still as a burnished mirror's face,
    In the depths of Wei, carp and grayling swim.
    Idly I come with my bamboo fishing-rod
    And hang my hook by the banks of Wei stream. read more »

    Bai Juyi
  • 11.
    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
  • 12.
    Off To The Fishing Ground

    There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore
    Blowing over a silver sea,
    There's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide
    That calls enticingly; read more »

    Lucy Maud Montgomery
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