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Poem Details | by Darlene Gifford |
Categories: fish, funny love, kiss,

Kissing Rocks

(Seen at the aquarium)

Eye to eye

in a stony embrace,

two rockfish kissing,

face to face.


Poem Details | by Susan Gentry |
Categories: color, first love, fish, sea, water,


Seawater swimming
And fast moving
Horse-like fish of the sea
Orange, blue and red too
Ride in herds
Elevated neck, of course

April 30, 2018

Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: cute love, fish, freedom, humor,

Gold Fish in a Bowl

" Hello there" 
I can see you
You think I have no privacy but neither do you
I have windows on all sides and I watch your every move
So don't feel sorry for me 
I enjoy your company too.

T Reams

Poem Details | by Jackie Faasisila |
Categories: fish, love,

Love Unspoken


Love speaks softly; creeps slowly
Hearts willingly open themselves
To another’s hopes and dreams
Share heartaches and pain
Multiply happiness and gain
A smile, a touch, a warm embrace
Flowers, gratitude, tears
Love unspoken

Poem Details | by Tom Arnone |
Categories: animal, cute love, feelings, funny, girlfriend, love, sea,

Fish Butt

Basking on the sun-lit ice.
Walrus mumble filled with hype.
Today I haven't a thing to do
(that's nice)
But fish, butt-wipe, butt you.

Poem Details | by John Michaels |
Categories: fantasy, feelings, fish, heartbroken, love, mythology, sea,

A Mermaid's Tail --Tale--

Shards of gilded light, so iridescent,
cascading over your perfect shoulders.
Your sensuous form, curled 'to a crescent,
nestled amongst the rocks and the boulders.

You stretch languidly and seek to unfurl,
'fore slowly brushing your locks of pure gold.
Graceful strokes with a comb formed out of pearl,
'tis so entrancing: a sight to behold.

The euphonous lilt of your silvern voice,
carries 'cross the waves and reaches mine ear.
Upon hearing this, I have to rejoice,
a magnum opus, truly without peer.

These feelings of mine, no longer contained;
my passion rises and then carries forth.
"We must be together; it's preordained!
Forsake all others from this day henceforth!"

With a flick of your tail you disappear,
into those briny depths we cannot chart.
Vanished from all sight, I can't interfere;
left nary a trace, 'cept here in my heart.


June 2014

For the "Mermaids" contest sponsored by Suzanne Delaney - Fifth Place.

Poem Details | by Kimber James |
Categories: loveme, heart, fish, heart, love, me,

My Heart is Yours

There's other fish in the sea
My momma once said
I think you're the fish for me
Out of all the stars in the sky
You're the one that shines the brightest
The only one to catch my eye
My heart you took
You read me carefully
Just like a romantic book
Never let my heart break
I give mine to you
Just keep it for my loves sake
Lend me your heart
Just until the end of time
I'll never break it apart
You're perfect for me
You don't realize
We were meant to be
If I lost you
Id be nothing 
But blue
Rain is falling on my dreams again
Wake me up
So my forever with you can begin
I wake up , and you're there
The rain has stopped
So my heart doesn't tear
A fairytale is seems
I know for a fact
These aren't just dreams
Before you came
I thought love was just
A silly game
Always played
The scar on my heart
Is what they made
You made me see
That love is real and that
This is was meant to be
A moment without a kiss
Feels like a million years
A feeling I'll never miss
You are my Nemo
I thought we were an impossible equation
Just like one divided by zero

Poem Details | by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories: hope, life, love, fish, love,



If tame you want 
'Tis fools you’ll get
While fishing in Life's sea
But if you go a trolling
You may catch a fish like me
Cast out your line-- prepare for war--
There’s not a moment’s peace
And you'll forget your one nightstands
Heart grabs the tradewind breeze
Oh I had loved you mighty
Knocked the pluck right from your sails
Gave you babes and warmed your nights
And handled your details--
And fool you were to throw it back --
A love that topped them all
But one last chance awaits you here
To heed the siren's call
So swim upstream and fight the gales
That plague the stormy sea
Think of my love that grabs your guts---
There is no fish like me

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nov 24, 2012

Poem Details | by Dennis East |
Categories: fish, friendship, happiness, lost love, missing, sea,

Dead and buried TWICE

As years go by I think of friends and people from my past.
Where are they now, what did they do, the years go by so fast.
I thought it time to contact some - and one guy in particular.
We were best of pals on motorbikes and all things deemed "vehicular."

I searched for him the usual way, in phone lists and on line,
And drew a blank and found 'not known' most every flipping time.
His googled name had no results, where can old Dave be skiving,
So being smart, I searched his name with his hobby - deep sea diving.

Well, there he was and in a club, and listed as a member.
So I sent an email to the link, with facts I could remember.
I told of how I'd searched for Dave, and how diving came to mind,
And to see him mentioned on their site was such a lucky find.

It was almost three weeks later, someone emailed back to me,
It said, “thank you for your contact, phone this number after three.”
So kind of them to pass me on, Dave's number would be handy,
But when dialed, I got the club line - and a nice guy, name of Andy.

Well he thanked me for my email and then told me I should sit……,
He said.” I have some news to tell you, I said "oh no, can't be - blip."
He said, "it's really hard to tell you this; you've guessed he's not alive,
You see we lost Dave eighteen months back as we surfaced from a dive.

Oh, the news it hit me so very hard, and it shook me to the core,
And then Andy poured the details out and told me even more.
He said, they all had made the surface at the end of one long day,
And that nobody had noticed that poor Dave had slipped away.

So they searched the sea relentlessly with lifeboats joining in.
And though they tried all through the night, no trace was found of him.
Eventually they had to stop, as the currents were that strong.
There was no way he'd survived it, he'd been out of sight too long.

So they organised his funeral and held the service at the docks,
And they gave him one great send-off, though with nothing in the box.
And then nearly six weeks later, when his wife had said, “Amen.”
A trawler caught him in their net  - and they did it all again.

Well, I said my thanks to Andy for the way he let me know,
And I said that I shall miss my mate, but have to let him go.
It was almost four days down the road, that Andy called me back,
And he offered Dave's wife's number, in case I felt the need to chat.

We then went on to laugh at Dave, as stories we exchanged.
How he’d such a sense of humour and no fun was out of range.
Then Andy said a little thing that made my ears prick up,
Saying “Dave was such a great big guy and as playful as a pup.”

Now it's true that Dave was puppy like, and loved to play the dope.
But, my Dave was more a sapling shape, more like a length of rope.
How tall was he, how much he weighed, filled me with sudden joy,
And elated realisation that his Dave….was not my boy.

I could feel my heart start pounding; I was like a little kid.
And I set about a brand new search to find out where Dave hid.
My wife and I, we searched for days, until we found a clue,
I'd been looking in the wrong place, ex-directory from our view.

So we climbed into the electoral roll, as it doesn’t let you hide,
And there was our dear David, with sweet and blushing bride.
I rang them up and got his wife and told her of my plight,
And she told me David worked away and won’t be back that night.

Then very soon he rang me back; it was like a call from God.
We sat and talked an hour or more, as I thought I’d lost the sod.
He told me that he worked away and off-shore on a boat,
And I told him how I mourned the git while he was off afloat.

And the moral of this story is - when you’re looking for your mate,
Be sure to leave no stone un-turned as you investigate.
Don’t settle for the facts too soon, be sure inside your head,
As it’s worth it when you get one back - especially from the dead.

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: fish, future, journey, life, love, sea, water,

Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters

Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters

Swimming in cool blue waters so deep
rainbow fish , so pretty the stars weep
Oceans filled with great hope and pride
on celestial waves greatness takes a ride

Constellations shining brightly to see
lights glowing in the past and future be
A sign to speed life on it's merry way 
guiding our spirits into a future day

Neptune stands his mighty waters so well
holding back the monsters from deepest hell
Comets bring in the joy of desperate relief
washing away anguished pains of epic grief

In a bright galaxy so very far, far away
Seas of life exist, love and sweetly play

Robert JLindley, 07-12-2014

Sponsor Leonora Galinta 
Contest Name , Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: animal, bible, bird, care, fish, flying, god, hope, love, nature, pride,

Making A Difference

Making A Difference                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
Perhaps a less observing person would have run over the little bird; But I will always believe that God assigned me to save the life of a sparrow  Jesus once said that God sees every sparrow that fallsAlone in a parking lane, the little birdie was in a very precarious position, and I immediately proceeded to rescue him 

After picking him up, I wondered regarding the whereabouts of his loved ones Moreover, at this point I did not have a clue about what to do with him I then looked upwards, lifted my arms, and released the sparrow to the opened sky The birdie flapped his wings and flew away                                           

The sight of those flapping wings is forever fixated in my mind, and that moment is among the proudest of my life No, I had not made a major contribution to heal the ills of the world, or found a cure for cancer, nor brokered a path to peace in the Middle East; But I had made a difference in the life of a sparrow.

There's a story of a man picking up star fish and throwing them back to the sea As he was rescuing star fish one by one, another gentleman walked by Observing the action, he questioned what difference would such an endeavor make The man lifted another star fish, and throwing him back into the ocean, he said, “It made a difference to him”.

From my encounter with a sparrow on a sunny afternoon, I learned a most valuable lesson The differences that we make are not measured by us, but rather by the receiver.
In a very real way, the sparrow was abandoned and left alone in a very dangerous place  to fend for himself If he needed food, I had noneIf he needed water to cool his thirst, again, I had none I soon realized that I had nothing of value to offer the little sparrow That is, until I discovered that what the little birdie really needed was something I did have, and could give him He never needed me to teach him to fly, because he was born to fly I simply gave him a “lift”, and that was what he needed more than anything else May we dare to give some kind of  “Lift”  to our world.

04182015 PS Contest, A Poem You Are Proud Of, by SKAT A

Poem Details | by Jessica Arteaga |
Categories: allegory, confusion, imagination, introspectionevil, fish, girl, love, me,

Where Is My Mind

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

taste like there's dirt in my finger nail

look at my hand, the others are clean

but one is painted by that Asian girl I met last night

...don't know what type of Asian she is...

Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, Philippine are the other ones?

My heads on the ground and my hair is intermingling with the grass

I guess they're talking about the feeling of being chopped up

I feel pretty chopped up, in the inside I mean

If that was a visual, I'd be dead...right?

Like the fish I see in the sky

that can't be right, cause fish can't fly

they must be angel fish then...hahahaha

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and the sun is out but the stars keep buzzing

they kinda fly towards and whiz pass me 

taunting little bastards, they know I'm trying to catch them

I think I tried to sell my soul to the devil as a kid so I could get all I want

Wrote him a note and everything and buried it underground

good thing I didn't dig too deep cause a second later

I got scared and ripped it apart...

My nail has that ying and yang thing painted on it

Good has some evil in it and Evil has some good

and that's the balance of the world right?

Like I think its evil that my dog died as a puppy

but the good in it is that he'll be part of the earth

And people that fall in love have something to live for

cause they have each other, but the evil of it is

they care mostly for themselves so its selfish

...hmm...I think I messed that theory up...

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I feel like I'm swimming; without the use of limbs

My heads on the ground and I'm pretty sure there's ants near by

But I don't want to move, cause if I move I'll have to get up

and when you usually get up, you have to do something

and I'm kinda just enjoying talking to the sky

even though she never answers back

but I always did like the quite ones

I put my hands in my pockets and I know there's nothing in it but myself

so I guess that's something right?

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I wonder what that Asian girl is like

Is she shy and smart like the stereo type

If we were to go on the date she could help me tip the waitress right


My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I hate living, but I love being alive...

Poem Details | by Darlene Gifford |
Categories: fish, kiss, love,

Seen At The Aquarium

fish eye to fish eye

in love's stony embrace

two rock fish kissing

Note: This haiku was created from 
my poem "Kissing Rocks."
I'm finding it fun to write different
forms for the same poem, with
small word changes

Poem Details | by charles hice |
Categories: imagination, parody, people, satire, science fiction, social, sorry, valentines day, education, day, fish, jesus, love,



A Massacre 
 Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a tune on 
his fiddleThe Aftermath The newspapers instantly picked up on the crime, 
dubbing it the "StValentine's Day Massacre." The story appeared on front pages 
around the country, making Capone a nationwide celebrityWhile Capone 
seemed to revel in his new fame, he also had to deal with the new level of 
attention from federal law enforcement officialsCapone is sitting by his 
swimming pool catching his non existent fish and he begins to reminisce this is 
Capone speaking now "The boys missed MORAN it was a terrible thing" The 
spaghetti was gotten cold and now the fish that eye find will have to do to feed the 
diseases in my mind eye the Capone knoe that now eye am just dying of all the 
real good timesAlphonse "Al" Capone was one of the most famous U.S
gangsters during the 1930s, a Chicago-based boss involved in illegal gambling, 
bootlegging (illegal alcohol) and prostitutionCapone got his start in New York, 
working as a thug and bouncer (where he got the three scars that spawned his 
nickname, "Scarface").Al Capone spent the last year of his Alcatraz sentence, 
which had been reduced to six years and five months for a combination of good 
behavior and work credits, in the hospital section being treated for syphilisHe 
was released in November of 1939 and taken to a hospital in Baltimore where 
he was treated until March of 1940For his remaining years, Capone slowly 
deteriorated while staying at his Palm Island estate in MiamiOn January 25, 
1947, he died of cardiac arrestEye saw a stranger carry love in his right hand 
today he carried his love in his hand a bunch of flowers in a wrapper for a vase 
and eye thought of Al Capone disgracedEye can still remember the movie how 
he bit the punk's ear in Jail to make him think that he got sick tooThe only thing 
worse than that is to lay in a blanket that has been stolen many timesOn 
another of his movies the floozie was in bed asking him if he liked it too of course 
they was talking about manicuresHe made the Chicken if he made creation 
was it the full blown bird or just the egg it would make no difference to that 
Chicken only to the education evolutionA small reference to the Jesus how can 
anyone still please himThere is a marker on ALS grave My Jesus Mercy

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: abuse, education, fish, health, identity, language, silly,

Love Your Goldfish As Yourself

Feed your goldfish before you leave 
Love them as you love yourself
The bible tells us all fish are created equal 

Some people prefer baby guppies
Because their mouths move slow and oval
They are smaller and talk in pantomime
Can breath underwater
And even look like one another all the time

Never throw small things in the toilet
Bony creatures can get stuck when flushing
Fish go better in a soup
Don't tell them that
Or add too much seasoning without a reason                                 

Be truthful to your fish
Be faithful as you wish them to be
They swim about for a living

The Iliad and Odyssey are recommended reading 
For people, not aquatic types
Anything other than Greek might suffice
Goldfish don't speak Greek

Don't know about the Trojans either
Luwian is foreign and hard to pronounce
Too many vowels and consonants
Along with cuneiform and hieroglyphic characters
Goldfish are not conversant in such languages

We recommend leaving them in a bowl
Preferably filled with water 
That way they can grow old 

Don't confuse them with gray guppies
Goldfish are gold
Some say orange or red
Love your fishes any way
Like the good book says
….or was it the cook book?

Poem Details | by Elaine Ho |
Categories: animal, fish, i love you, longing, tiger,

Seashore: the tiger and the fish

You're a tiger in the jungle, elusive, strong and free;
I'd wondered how I'd meet you, for I live in the sea.

And though I'd dreamt that one day soon I'd be no more alone,
That it is you my heart awaits I never could have known.

I've seen the waters far and wide, the shallow and the deep,
I've swam with fishes just like me but none could my heart keep.

I've met the sharks, the dolphins too, the turtles and the rays,
I've been to every inlet, every cove and all the bays

I've even met the gulls who soar, who freely roam the skies,
They tell me nothing's there for me amidst their woeful cries.

And so I travel aimlessly, evading many threats,
From predators and jealous kin to massive human nets.

I find myself quite lost once more, no longer in the sea,
I'm swimming now in waters fresh, I think, where could I be?

But not much time permits to pass, I must keep self aware,
I've narrowly escaped the grasp, the claws of great brown bear.

This bear it seems will not give up, he swipes and swipes again,
I tire now and lose my strength, I fear I've met my end.

Then all at once, it seems to me, the danger is no more,
I'm rescued now and safe again thanks to a mighty roar.

This roar it bellowed loud and deep, and it had kept me safe.
I wondered who could be the one who'd rescued me, a waif.

As I look up I see above two golden eyes like fire,
A steadfast creature watching me, in orange striped attire.

This beast he has the largest fangs and claws - sharp like a blade,
And yet, as I look into his eyes I just am not afraid.

A moment froze, we both are still, our spirits now connect,
His weapons borne are meant for me, for I he must protect.

The sun it sets, we've spent the eve our hearts entwined in song,
And yet we know the truth draws near, it mustn't be prolonged.

For you, my dear, you dwell on land and I swim in the sea,
And how could you or I change lives? It simply cannot be.

As I depart to swim away I feel I cannot cope,
But then a thought has dawned on me, and now I feel some hope.

For how we met was not by chance, and we are all we need,
The land it meets the sea year-round; only once was my heart freed.

Poem Details | by Balveen Cheema |
Categories: fish, humanity, love, sorrow, world,

Life In A Perfect World

My world, my utopia, could be yours 
A world of love amidst all jealous
An impossible situation made possible by effort
A political scenario is an unchangeable reality
And so is life and cruel death
But within my enclosure it is possible
'The big fish eat the small fish', 
We've heard since we learnt to read
If all small fish are well fed
Hunger and  human predators evaporate slowly
At arm's length shared sorrows halves  miseries
My soul is at peace and guiltless
The purpose of my life is fulfilled

(February 14, 2016
Catie Lindsey)

May 15, 2016
For Janis Thompson

Poem Details | by BL DEVNATH |
Categories: funny, introspection, love, happy, happy,


                                       For some one pork is good				
                                           For some one chicken 				
                                          as choices are different				
                                    in own style let items be eaten				
                                           I like fleshy soft  Fish 				
                                        to have minimum calories				
                                   cooked with soya oil with brinjal				
                                         and with black eyed peas				
                                            God bless every one 				
                                      With happy Good Luck meal 				
                                      in the Happy 2012 New Year				
                                               let's all we deal				
Sponsored by: Russell Sivery				
Written by: bldevnath				
on 07/01/2012				

Poem Details | by Connie Moore |
Categories: happy, humorous, uplifting, fish, love,

A Fishing

Oh, I Love to Go a Fishing.
I Go Most Every Day.
There Are Stories I Could Tell,
How the Big Ones Got Away.

But Only Another Fisherman,
Could Begin to Understand,
The Excitement That I Feel,
When the Big One Hits Dry Land.

Then of Course, There's the Cleaning
And the Fun of a Big Fish Fry,
Inviting All the Neighbors
And Your Fish Story Is No Lie.

Oh, I Love to Go a Fishing.
Would You like to Come Along?
It's Quiet by the Water
And Nothing Seems Too Wrong.

It's Peaceful and Relaxing,
Except When the Cork Goes Down.
Now That's When It's Lots of Fun
And it Keeps Away the Frown.

Connie Moore
6 3 93


Poem Details | by Corey Brown |
Categories: fantasy, love,

Fish out of Water

After the inhalation of all my burdens,
I exhale,
In the coldness of my breath - a mist containing all my dreams.
Lying half awake on the seashore, silent, reminiscing under the sun's beams...

...I was swimming in the current near the trenches,
back stroking til I was pulled by the ocean -
who rebuked my great escape.
Trapped in the gravity of an island paradise with a beautiful face.
Enjoying the times,
finding peace underneath its coral reef.
until a single tidal wave of defeat - left me
helpless in the sand along its beach.

Poem Details | by Clint Penner |
Categories: lost love, love, sad, me, fish, me,

No One Else Like You

Time and time it’s what they said
There is more to life than my love for you
To move on would help me live again
And although it might be true
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them can swim like you do

Love can be a poison inside
Once you fall there is always a way out
The tunnel always bears a hopeful light
And although that might be true
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them are perfect like you

Is there something over your eyes?
You never bothered to care that I loved you
And I never bothered to share my lonely cries
And although there’s more to you
There are other fish in the sea
None of them can swim like you do

You learned a clever little trick
You found a way to captivate my heart
And keep it on a leash that made me sick
And although I’ll hang from you
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them are addicting like you

Seeing you brought passion on me
You were the only one to set me on fire
You burned a hole in my soul that never heals
And although it might be true
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them can swim like you do.

Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: fish, food, love, words,


(Kyrielle Sonnet)*

I coax him with my baby talk,
then he begins his fishy walk.

He wiggles and waggles his tail,
he flutters his fins without fail.

His coat of blue, purple and green
flashes and shimmers a vivid sheen.

You can tell he's a normal male,
he flutters his fins without fail.

He waits until I walk away
to forage for his food today.

While spewing bubbles in his trail,
he flutters his fins without fail.

I coax him with my baby talk,
he flutters his fins without fail.

*Samu, a pet Japanese Beta fish, lived three (3) years,
 which, according to the pet store owner, was a record.
My theory: With all living creatures, love works wonders.
And love, as always, is expressed in many waysUnable 
to hold him, physically pet him, I communicated my love
to him in words, to which he responded physically.


Poem Details | by Benedict Riman Eze |
Categories: depression, loss, daughter, beauty, beauty, daughter, fish, love,

African rape of democracy

African rape of democracy 
She is citadel of beauty,
Crown in all nature bulden 
Nature made her, her blessing of 
Atlantic, Equator, desert are beauty 

They came in Khaki and iron 
Rape her raining to harmattan 
Emptied, she is made in the sun
Her natural endowment with no 
Africans weep, weep Africans with 
folded arlms
The rape have her of a daughter in 

Democracy a daughter of rape
They took to alt democracy in scope
Behind the khaki and iron
They promise a fresh face, fine con
But in disguise and vacuity 
Democracy is rape by without in 
Their companions family autocracy 
Friends, relations said monocracy.

The rape anchor family, friends 
Democracy poor beauty she given to 
My heart weep, the horn of ship 
which gain
Of miscarriage that goes to ocean 
The iron fish not swallow OK, that 
Ocean iron fish and the rapist
Have a hand in this pist 
Who thought the rapist the way of 

Theme of the above poem
(1)	Natural blessing 
(2)	Rape:	 destroying what has been
(3)	Coup 
(4)	Exploitation 
(5)	Continuation of been in power in 
Note: This is a free verse poem of 
about 26 lines arrange in 4 stanzas, 
starting with stanza one that has 4 
lines the rest 6 and so on, stanzas 
arrange in climax orderThe poem 
has a rhyming scheme of Ab Ab in 
stanzas 1 and stanza 2 with ccc ddd, 
Reason: This poem is written in the 
of African leader who are always 
coming into giver by coop (Stanza 2 
line 1) they came in khaki and iron 
and there sit tight attitudes and how 
they carry African resources to other 
countries not developing their own  
states and country stanza 4 line 6
Place of writing: Igoni goni 
(1)	African leaders should not be the 
sit tight leaders
(2)	That African leaders love taking 
African resource over sea for them 
to enjoy an Africa the people 
without love and causes scarcity of 

Poem Details | by thomas clark |
Categories: love,

plenty more fish in the sea

they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it 
there,s  plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still  crying
cos  what good are fishes to me

i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that  you never forget

Poem Details | by Annette Gagliardi |
Categories: fish, kids, love, pets,

I've Got Fishes


Poem Details | by Carol Eastman |
Categories: art, caregiving, childhood, faith, family, fantasy, fish, children, friendship, imagination, inspirational, life, love, nature, places, seasons, snow, social, travel, uplifting,

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.

Poem Details | by Alisha Groves |
Categories: love, passion, peace, sea, seasonsbeautiful, rain, beautiful, butterfly, fish, life, love, rain,

I can't compare your love

I can't compare your love to a sweet red rose,
For roses whither and they die.
I can't compare your love to the deep blue sea,
For it rises and falls with the tide.
I can't compare your love to a white fluffy cloud,
For clouds have a silver lining and then they turn black as night.
I can't compare your love to a high flying kite,
For in a tree can get caught that kite.
I can't compare your love to the brightly shining sun,
For the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
I can't compare your love to a knight in shining armor, 
For his life has no meaning once he’s finished his quest.
I can't compare your love to an angel,
For angels sometimes fall from heaven to hell.
I can't compare your love to the rain of life,
For there would be no life if the rain never fell.
I can't compare your love to the pure white snow,
For when the warm spring comes it all melts away.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly,
For the lifespan of a butterfly is only for a single day.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly to see through the dark,
For once the wax is melted the light goes out.
I can't compare your love to the innocence of a new born baby,
For if it doesn’t gets its way it tends to pout.
I can't compare your love to a fish swimming free in the sea,
For if the fish are not careful they can end up on a hook.
I can't compare your love to the greatest literary work,
For when you get to the last page that’s the end of the book.
I can't compare your love to a secret tightly locked behind a door.
For the secret can be found to one, if one only had a key.
I can't compare your love to anything of value on the earth,
For our love extends beyond the heavens for all eternity.

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Poem Details | by Jada Ames |
Categories: character, creation, fish, lost love, mythology, passion, write,

Igniter the Diver

Igniter the Diver

Once upon a time, in a time next to mine,
A writer named Igniter decided to become a diver.

All he knew was writing, but no one cared about that,
not even his admirersFor they didn't know how to read, you see,
so the light in his passion for writing subsided abundantly.

And it died as quiet as the flame of a small candles fire, sorrowfully.

But diving wasn't hard,
although the swordfish promised to be unarmed.
And the loud hiss of conversing dolphins could not be 
missed however hard one tried.

So soon he got the hang of it,
and soon he became of it,
The oceans King Poseidon.

And all the living, swimming, shimmering fish
that were inhabitants, gave Igniter the tang he lost 
when he was just a dumb writer on fire.

That old dream was shattered when he climbed the social ladder,
for a more valued title, in a tide more powerful.
And isn't that all that matters?

Poem Details | by Jason Williams |
Categories: confusion, farewell, lonely, lost love, pain, sad, me, missing, fish, me, missing,

Missing Heartbeat

She is my heartbeat, and lately my hearts skipping beats
I missing beats like artist miss drop dates
Im missing her like she was gone to the pearly gates, 
But she just a phone call away, a phone call that's not answered on any day
I try to mask my emotions, but they refuse any longer to stay at bay, 
they've decided they rather set to sessions, cast away to find our heartbeat
And I myself have to decided to do what's necessary to have her back next to me and not an ex to me, 
cause forget the next one if its not her, no one shall stand next to me
I left her alone, but she left me torn down the middle like disgarded paper
My lines are messed up like a messed up taper
She is, was, and will forever be my heartbeat, 
and just hear it again Ill go through hell and back, 
pick and eat up scraps just for her love again to have back
And all the time people talk, 
people talk about all the fish in the sea but I ain't right for them fish and neither are they for me
My pain is masked like halloween
So no matter what I step out in you don't really know me
But she does, from the outline of my shadow to the inside of my heart she knows me from the start
I wish we would have never had to part, but I pray we get another start, Im dead right now you are the beat of my heart.

Poem Details | by MERVIN SPENCE |
Categories: forgiveness, friendship, happiness, life, love, passion, upliftingheart, thanks, fish, heart, love, me, thanks,


De love inna mi heart, it a bubbleIt a bubble (3*)
Mi say the love inna mi heart it a bubble“  “  ”
Mi get beaten from parents
Mi get beaten from strangers
Mi get beaten from me teachers 
But mi never gets any beaten from my grandmothers

But mi love all them who ill-treat mi
Mi love all them who bad mind mi
Mi love all them who still a chat mi
That’s way

De love inna mi heart, it a bubble….
Like cornmeal dumpling, a so it a bubble
Like Mazola yam	       ““   ““    “
Like Cassava dumpling		“
Like Brown rice			“
Like Banana				“
Like Pumpkin				“
Like Potato pudding			“
Like Yellow yam			“
Like Steam fish and vegetables

De love inna mi heart, it a bubble…..
Love all of them who dad mind you
Love all of them who a try stop you.
Love all of them who Ill-treat you.
Love all of them who still a chat you.

Go to school is the right thing
Have manners is the right thing 
And give thanks and praise to the almighty king.
And make the 
Love inna your heart, make it bubble.
Make it bubble (3*) 

De love inna mi heart, it a bubbleIt a bubble (3*)
Mi say the love inna mi heart it a bubble“  “  ”
Mi get lick from parents
Mi get lick from strangers
Mi get lick from me teachers 
But mi never gets any lick from my grandmothers

But mi love all of them who ill-treat mi
Mi love all of them who bad mind mi
Mi love all of them who still a chat mi
That’s way

De love inna mi heart, it a bubble…  
Like natral roots, a so it a bubble
Like Cassava dumpling	“	“
Like all ground food		“	“ 
Like Steam fish and vegetables

De love inna your heart, it a bubble..
Educate yourself that is the right thing
Have manners that is the right thing 
And give thanks and praise to the almighty king.

And make the love in your heart, make it bubble.
Make it bubble, make it bubble, make it bubble (2*)

Flood the world with peace and love
Bubble the universe with lots and lots of love
Love your enemies and know your friends
Bubble the universe, bubble bubble