Best Fisherman Poems

THE FISHERMAN AND THE MERMAID

A young fisherman berthed in Penzance
Went ashore one fine night to a dance
He woke up on his boat
With a mermaid afloat
The First prize in a card game of chance


So was spawned a cross genus romance 
Though the neighbors regarded askance
They got...

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I remember how you looked that day,
How happy, young and free.
Your sun bleached hair, your sun bronzed skin,
I watched you from the lea.

You never saw me standing there.
I'm glad it stayed that way.
We never spoke, we never met,
But I came every day.

I came to watch...

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There was a young woman living by the sea.
Her house was on the shore owned by her family.
The house of a fisherman that was tall and slender,
Was built on an island opposite to hers.

It was a starry night when they met.
Fisherman was on water preying...

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I can remember,
Those warm sunny days,
As we sat on the beach,
Watching wave after wave.
Seeing the sea grass wave,
In the warm summer breeze,
Droplets of water land on my face,
As we sat on the beach watching the sea.
We walked for miles collecting hundreds of shells,
Carefully climbing the...

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I, an umber fisherman,
hover
on this bamboo raft
like a dragonfly
over the aegean river.
The gods below
cast reflections
of their salmon sun, 
languid 
in orchid sky
before indigo palms 
and spruce mountains
brocading
a mute kingdom,
onto my blank 
porcelain world....

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I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water
caught by a slimy worm.

Hooked by hunger
and evidently truth,
but this bowl is far too real
to swallow.

My freedom was stolen
and he just laughs
as I swim around
in ridiculous circles,
searching for a knob-less door.

My voice gurgles as I ask him,
Oh...

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FisherMan         AKKINA A Devout Woman   by James Edward Lee Sr.

Whose to say only
Only fishermen are men
Whose to pray for
I know of a divine fisher-girl
No, I mean Woman of God
A fisher of men
She'll give her prayers...

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His long cane pole limber and perfect,
Patiently waiting, his eye on the bobber
For his prey, he has the utmost respect,
The big fish almost becoming his cobber.
He’d seen it swim among the rocks alone
Unmindful of its nemesis on the bank
The water clearer, he could see the...

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Rosy red, his cheeks said
As good cheer he spread
Laughter, like a merry kiss
Touched hearts with bliss

Fish in every variety caught
Delicious nutrition he brought
So that every mouth watered
For the delicacies he slaughtered

Rosy red, his cheeks burned
With joy we never learned
His smile, catching as a cold
Reminded his...

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Like a fish on the line fighting so as not to be caught
So is this fight of mine for that inner peace I sought
So desperately fighting to get away to be on my own
Not having learned even to this day yet being grown

In all that...

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'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',

Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand estate,
the legal right to procreate
through mutual "I Do"-in'.

Our hindsight intuition
says that he was probably wishin'
he was fishin', with precision
swishin' flies...

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The Best Fisherman of All

Imagine your being the little worm
chosen by the Lord for His hook, 
helping the Master bring in a mighty catch
for the Lamb’s priceless Life’s Book.

The Lord is the Master of Fishers
He knows just what He needs, 
to fill His precious net...

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Winters end brings fish to the bay.
where all the birds decide to lay.
And foxes and bunnies run around,
On the the grassy, sandy mound.

There is man with a pole
that doesn't have a goal
his hook is empty 
and asleep dreamt he,
nothing but the ocean breeze.
Then in a...

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Dad was a fisherman, he loved to fish.
But sadly, last year in July he perished.
He caught different kinds of fish, including catfish and bluegill.
Dad was a fisherman, he loved his rod and reels.

Sometimes he liked to fish with his brother.
Stanley and my dad cared about...

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The fisherman sat on the bank
patiently he waits for a bite
but his reel stayed very lank

He wanted to score a good rank
but was having no luck at this site
the fisherman sat on the bank

A few nibbles and his reel sank
his bait gone, words he did...

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