Love Poems About Goldfish or Goldfish Love Poems
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: write,

Running Out of Ideas is Impossible

Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
friend
acquaintance
neighbor
co-worker
boss
president
king
queen
TV set
I-pad
I-phone
I-pod
kangaroo
chicken
donkey
toilet paper
monopoly
dictionary
thesaurus
computer
outside
inside
dog 
cat
dresser
drum set
sibling
diary
father
mother
siblings
dragon
butterfly
unicorn
dawn
sky
stars
cosmos
moon
nemesis
goldfish
talent
team
plate
fork
spoon
blanket
bed
sun
moon
stars
spiders web
wasp
bathroom
kitchen
holiday
cousins
grandma
grandpa
car
truck
broom
dustpan
plane
bedroom
child
grand child
brain
imagination
love
life
ufo
or
space aliens




by Valerie Swartz |
Categories: devotion, love, thank you,

I'd Give You

You've stood by me through everything,
And that really means a lot.
And now it is my turn
To give you all that I've got.

I'd give you a dozen roses,
But what does that really mean?
I'd give you a tractor,
But do you want red or green?

I'd give you a power tool,
But you already have a drill.
I'd give you a million dollars,
But would you leave it in your will?

I'd give you a hat,
But you already have many.
I'd give you a goldfish,
But do you want any?

If I possibly could,
I'd give you all these for a start.
So I'll just give you my love
That comes straight from the heart.

by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: funny, funny love, girl, life, loneliness, pets,

would it be me

sitting across from my fishbowl
watching my little goldfish 
wandering -

wondering 
had she an iPhone
who would she first call
would it be me
or some guy named Paul



by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: funny, horse,

Thoughts by a Horse Owner

Thoughts by a Horse Owner

A farmer milks a cow for all it’s worth …but
    a horse milks a farmer for all he’s worth!

Horses are an expensive proposition to say the least.
Try lavishing your love on another beast.
When you look upon a star and make a wish,
much cheaper to buy a little goldfish.
then if you can’t afford it
when your dream comes true,
just flush it down the loo.
Or if you’re into recycling, eat the little guy…
And for crying out loud,
quit wishing towards the sky!


Answer to Doris Culverhouse’s invite for a silly poem.
There you go Doris! : )     ...(but I mean it!)


by Bill Lindsay |
Categories: love,

Aquarius

I felt my heart beat faster ...................... when I saw you that first time . it almost burst when you looked back ................................ and your blue eyes met mine . in all our years together ............................. our love was always true . but pets don't live forever flushes goldfish down the loo .

by beach Happiness |
Categories: april, body,

Voice of goldfish

When the index finger indicated the sun went to the pet shop
I found a creature that swims elegantly in the water
It was an Aphrodite's goldfish
Love began from there
I placed a goldfish in the aquarium of my room
God thought that made a wonderful thing
Why are you going to swim in the water?
I listened many times.
40 I heard it for ten days, but there was no answer
There was a small forest where I had to look at the window.
I do not know, but I thought that people started there

by Lycia Harding |
Categories: light, loss, love,

Stilled Waves


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sun caught in stained glass

goldfish glimmer through stilled waves 

of brittle dark blue

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by M Braimah Saaka |
Categories: break up, love,

Muthoni - from Kenya

We used to wait outside 
at the girls rooming house
by the Ohio in Cincinnati

Sex does not self heal
Nor does the salamander  
we trapped under the moss

We always said
We'd die together
At daybreak
We knew better

Love does not always
fill the heart
On rainy nights
It kills the heart

The noon at the clinic
shall remain our secret
The long recovery
Bittersweet

We woke this morning
To our failed romance
Your boyfriend from Somalia
He was right

Some women are exotic
Like goldfish
only less slippery
Always out of reach

by Sunita U.D Palawon |
Categories: allusion, education, inspiration, introspection,

Beyond Ours

Our person; our weapon
Our love; our hope 
Our partner; our friend
Our home; our sanctity.
Our garden wall; our security.
Our family: our identity.
Our children; our future.
Our culture: our guideline.
Our religion; our belonging.
Our country; our pride

What is beyond this invisible wall around?
A world to know, understand and respect.
A choice; 
the goldfish in a small glass aquarium, in the ocean 
Or the fish in the vastness and depth of the ocean?

by Patrick Hurst |
Categories: hope, life, love,

Letter To A Love

 what do i ask of you?
not your life
not you breath
not your goldfish
not your shoes, dress, hair
not your understanding
not your lip stick smears
not your poems
not your voice
not your eyes ears nose
not your house
not your sun star moon
not your time
not your name, address, place of birth
not your pantyhose
not your tampons
not your perfume
not your smile frown eyebrows
not your bed
not your howling growling moaning
not your laughter
not your crying
not your whispers
not your secrets
not your hangovers
not your hands feet belly button
not your couch
not your touch
not your taste
what do i ask of you?
simply
your
presence

by ilene bauer |
Categories: food, granddaughter, grandson,

Feeding the Grands

Yogurt smoothies, Cocoa Puffs,
Mac & cheese and chicken;
Mushrooms, couscous, turkey (sliced)
And lots of snacks for pickin’.

Cheetos, corn chips, Goldfish,
Peaches, olives and a plum;
Watermelon, cantaloupe
And still, there’s more to come…

Swiss cheese, pickles, Kit Kats
And some mini ice-cream cones;
Yummy corn still on the cob,
Organic milk for bones.

Sautéed broccoli and oh,
Some lemon poppy muffins,
All to fill the bellies
Crying out for constant stuffins’.

A weekend with the grandkids
Is exhausting but so sweet
Just as long as we supply the food
They really love to eat.

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: life, love,

love hate relationship

  goldfish glitter
moonlight floats
read the letter
that he wrote

 in your room
where he is not
clutch the scarf
that he forgot

goldfish circles
moonlight dies
break the silence
with your sighs

  on the pillow
his cologne
reminds you that
you're all alone

  beat after beat you
watch the door
the handle turns
it's almost four

  you close your eyes
pretend to sleep
he'll pay for this
the rotten creep!