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Denise Uy Oct 2018
Fish would rather suffocate in land than drown in water.
Amy Duckworth Oct 2018
People tell me to "Move On"
How can I when I hurt
Then I get told "Forget"
How can I if it hurts me
I lost my greatest love
When I was young I lost my cat, dog, and fish
They told me to move on and forget
Buster
Lexi
Star
I won't forget you
I loved you all
Don't forget anything you care for
Remember but move on from the hurt
Let it build you up
Move on
but don't forget
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
'Twas all so beautiful a sight,
A long summers night; The sacred stars were burning bright about our mother moon.

The wind filled the sails above the waves, that sped us through the sailors tales, and brought us to a deep lagoon.

We cast our nets out far and wide, then watched them sink below the tide, which rattled out a tune for me and you.

We hauled aboard the silver fish, to fill our bellies and our fists, then set off home with seagulls squawking tunes.

The wooden boat now tied about the quay,
its tattered sail and rusty cleat,
gently tug and tug the rope upon the swell.

come to sea!
You know me well!!
A little well used boat tied about a key
Steph Wams Sep 2018
Dear Mr fishy,
I sincerely apologise,
we humans are evil.
From the moment we first open our eyes-
take our first steps , say our first words...
We humans are devils.
God made us perfect,
then we ruined it.
Our arrogance and  fake superiority
is what put you in that tank,
and will put us in it.

Dear Mr fishy
I know you are bored,
taken away from your family
hunted and adored,
by the humans who love you
but your just a toy-
a pretty little plaything for us
to enjoy.
So dear Mr fishy,
DON'T give us your trust.

Dear Mr fishy.
We humans are stupid.
We lie, betray, ****, steal.
We are just ignorant.
We moan over others' success,
when we've not tried doing it.
We stop other people's prosperity
happiness!
because of simple little jealousy.
See Mr Fishy
have mercy 'cause
we are just disgusting.
Masuda Khan Juti Sep 2018
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In the water that serpents drink and fishes mate in,
humans clean their pots.

The water drinks that dirt and oil,
it savours that hint of turmeric and burnt potato skin. It's a complete meal.
A woman was cleaning her pots by the surma river. In sylhet
Colm Sep 2018
When the vacuum snaps
And Ahab is pulled beneath the calm waters of the world
The only surface tension that remains is dispelled by the ripple of intensity
And the underlying opportunity
That the tension of escape and the capture beneath provides
When the vacuum snaps almost instantly
Fishing Still Waters
Steve Page Sep 2018
an aqua silence
balances a reflected peace
a restrained light
while I wait in filtered hush
and the fish refuse to bite

an aqua silence
stills me, re-fills me,
tells me to wait further
to rest longer
and not wonder why
the fish refuse to bite

an aqua silence
quiets me, speaks to me,
seeps deep in me
while I weigh the possibility
that the fish have it right
when they refuse to bite

I sit in aqua peace
and refuse to bite
Fishing from the beach.  Inspired by an untitled painting by Virginia Bruno for Ealing's Art Trail.
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Swim was my pleasure.
Now the floods took the low lands;
Fish swim in houses!
Andrew Rueter Aug 2017
Your advice
Is my vice
And you continue to add vices
And you swim like mad pisces
Through my stream of thoughts
With all the lessons you taught
From all the advice you brought
So I avoid your glance
To not give you the chance
To see the results of our fishdance
Or how much my life has been enhanced
Until I begin to flounder
As those pisces become piranha
Feeding on other considerations
And growing colossal
Until your kraken is in my mind
Cracking up my mind
Stacking up the time
It takes to get out of bed
As I trust the tentacles that tie me down
To a life floating on the surface
Of an ocean
Where the fish burn like a furnace
And I watch the water evaporate
Like the advice on which you elaborate
As the advice that was once there
Is currently water vapor in the air
As I start to think of us as a pair
From inside my secret underwater lair
That is the cavern of my mind
Where a school of fish
Teach me how to live and die
Kaitlyn Amborn Aug 2018
I was in the waves
I was in the waves and I could not swim
I was in the waves and I could not swim so I raised my arms to signal for help
Nobody helped me
I was in the waves and I was drowning
I was in the waves and I was drowning and I told myself that maybe it wasn’t so bad
Then a fish touched my bare skin and I reminded myself that this was awful
I was in the waves drowning and a man went by on his boat
I was in the waves drowning and a man went by in his boat and asked “hey, are you drowning?” and I said no, I was not drowning, and he said “ok” and went on his way
I was in the waves
I was in the waves and I could not swim
I was in the waves and I was drowning
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