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Toxic yeti Mar 27
As I stargaze
I notice
Two perfect
Triangles in the sky
And goldfish
Jumping through them
Like a ring of fire.
wren Jan 25
.
i envy the stallions
they are wild and free
but i am just a goldfish
stuck eating my own **** in a world that never changes
sure
new people might pass by my sickly old tank
but no one ever stays
they always look
laugh
and leave
i am nothing but a joke to those who claim to care
my tears are easy sipping to their greedy, thirsty lips
i hope i go belly-up
Alice Dec 2018
You live oblivious
In a world of your own,
Lacking the chance
To explore the unknown.

Your time here on earth is just a short while
But you move quick enough to travel many a mile.
Bubbles of life are left in your wake,
But you depend on others
For the breaths that you take.

Tiny in body
But giant in soul,
You are anything but common
And more than your role.

Scales of gold shimmer in the sun;
Many share your traits, but in a million,
You’re the only one.

In a towering castle on psychedelic rocks,
You can hide
From this world and all of its shocks.

If you’re feeling social, you’ll come out to play,
Enchanting giants
Who walk in the light of day.

The gurgle of the filter is the only noise at night,
So you’ll call it a day
And snuggle up tight.

Not unlike Alice,
I, too, live in Wonderland
And shy away
From things I don’t understand.

Like you, I am unique in my skin,
Light pours from my heart,
And I glow from within.

We share our size,
But our limits know no bounds.
We are full of life
Even when no one’s around.

I depend
On friends and family
For love and support;
With a small group I’ve formed a rapport.

Though I’ll live several more years,
I still move at fast paces
Despite the unknown
And my fears.

You are trapped
By a bowl,
I am trapped by the chains of my age;
This often gives me rage.

I’m often bubbly and can put on a show.
We both need time to recharge,
Which many don’t know.

When night wakes
And the sun finds its bed,
Only you’ll retire,
For many ideas swirl in my head.
A cute little poem I wrote for an English assignment two years ago. We had to compare ourselves to an animal, and I picked a goldfish.
she remains anon Nov 2018
There are many fish in the sea,
but you,
were a goldfish to me.
gracie Oct 2018
two shimmering goldfish on display
in a run-down pub, swimming lazily
in milky water, suspending translucent fins
like angel wings. one stares numbly at the glass
with beady eyes, entranced by his own reflection;
the other darts between the rocks, twitching
itching
to escape his murky prison.
not really a poem? oops
English Jam Jul 2018
My little friend is now gone
My tragic life must go on; despite that
His evil eyes and his cheeky smile still burn in my mind
He no longer exists but
For my memory of him
And I rejoiced
When I heard the news
Still I can recall how I sobbed
When he gave me his evil eye for the first time
When he hurled glass and other projectiles at me when he was hungry
When he spent hours upon hours pondering the fabric of society
I hated him
I wished
For his death
I was depressed
It was like paint peeling off a wall
It was like finding a dead leprechaun at the end of a rainbow
I was expecting some sort of remorse when he left
Funny how heartbreak works

Now read this in reverse
Because sometimes all you need
Is a little change of perspective
To truly understand someone
Dedicated to the goldfish I had when I was little who accidentally died. This is for you sweet fish <3.
Tyler Matthew Jun 2018
I kept you,
despite my constant worry
that it was wrong of me to do so
(you also kept me,
but you couldn't
possibly know that).
Around and around you'd go,
and my gaze went with you,
felt like I was weightless,
until at once the dream I sunk into
with you rose and evaporated
like a sudden, desperate breath.
I held you then,
tried to keep you warm,
sang you songs,
told you it would be alright.
I was left breathing onto you
as your spirit rose and evaporated
into the room around me,
into the air I breathe.
I'd bring
with my
spoon a
cherry whether
a shubunkin
in the
lagoon but
with a
knife would
bait my
hook if
fished such
lure with
the moon
till darkness
fell on
entry there
a fish and a bait hook
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