"fishbowls" poems - Hello Poetry

If wishes were fishes, I'd have a whole bunch. Swimming in fishbowls, Awaiting their lunch. If wishes were french fries, I'd have a caboodle. Frying in the skillet, To feed to my poodle. If wishes were colors, I'd have a rainbow. Coloring the world, In hues of magenta and mango. If wishes were flowers, I'd have a garden full. Showing their pretty faces, And smelling of taffy pull. If wishes were mine, I'd hand out a dozen. To every girl and boy, To each uncle and cousin.

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Jan 4, 2011

Jan 4, 2011 at 1:06 AM UTC

judy-ponceby

Wishes

If wishes were fishes, I'd have a whole bunch. Swimming in fishbowls, Awaiting their lunch. If wishes were french fries, I'd have a caboodle. Frying in the skillet, To feed to my poodle. If wishes were colors, I'd have a rainbow. Coloring the world, In hues of magenta and mango. If wishes were flowers, I'd have a garden full. Showing their pretty faces, And smelling of taffy pull. If wishes were mine, I'd hand out a dozen. To every girl and boy, To each uncle and cousin.

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Are you swimming in my eyes? Is it just a illusion? Are the eyes just fishbowls? Are you the angel or the devil? Hero or villain? Beautiful or ugly? Right or wrong? Soft or hard? Happy or sad? Certain or in doubt? So many unanswered questions, Who are you? Can you tell me? No? Okay, just one more question: Are you the friend or the lover?

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Nov 13, 2014

Nov 13, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC

rosalie-walker

Fishbowls

Are you swimming in my eyes? Is it just a illusion? Are the eyes just fishbowls? Are you the angel or the devil? Hero or villain? Beautiful or ugly? Right or wrong? Soft or hard? Happy or sad? Certain or in doubt? So many unanswered questions, Who are you? Can you tell me? No? Okay, just one more question: Are you the friend or the lover?

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The view from my window is static as stone. Four high rises mechanically probe the grey skyline, their scale-like, cemented girth obscuring the world within eyeshot. Sickly city trees weep and mourn, but cannot be heard through double paned glass and eggshell white prison walls, which house by solitary confinement. Lives are lived hermetically sealed. Humans reside in spaces better suited for use as fishbowls. Who longs for the ocean? We hide away, smothering our vibrant-hued colors we once let each other see. Go and make rainbows, please.

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC

travis-wagner

City Skyline

The view from my window is static as stone. Four high rises mechanically probe the grey skyline, their scale-like, cemented girth obscuring the world within eyeshot. Sickly city trees weep and mourn, but cannot be heard through double paned glass and eggshell white prison walls, which house by solitary confinement. Lives are lived hermetically sealed. Humans reside in spaces better suited for use as fishbowls. Who longs for the ocean? We hide away, smothering our vibrant-hued colors we once let each other see. Go and make rainbows, please.

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It will be a hot day in July. the kind that cuddles you. like a padded cell. insulation. ill have lost maybe another 20/30lbs i still wont have a good excuse in McDonalds but these morons, who even cares what they think. its just dust between their ears. ill take my scotch and my cigarettes with me. we'll have our usual 8 hours of non-stop drinking. Tequila. ***** Scotch. Wines. Fishbowls. Cocktails. kissing laughing *** drugs flashes of scars from a flare of a skirt but people are too polite to save anyone's life. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. she told me a few months back that i should see someone. we fell out. because she knew. and i couldn't make her crazy too i love her too much. the best friend i ever had. Ill tell all my friends i love them. Ill say goodbye to him. and that ill love him forever. no matter what. ill take some more pills. all the pills you could dream of. 50? Maybe 100? like a kid in a candy shop. ill feel my escape route appear like a tunnel the baddies would use in Scooby Doo. it will appear and tunnel through my veins. i wont cry. ill watch the stars until they disappear. and that's my plan. The Rest Is Silence.

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Jan 12, 2014

Jan 12, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC

katie-20

you told me it was okay to be a little crazy sometimes.

It will be a hot day in July. the kind that cuddles you. like a padded cell. insulation. ill have lost maybe another 20/30lbs i still wont have a good excuse in McDonalds but these morons, who even cares what they think. its just dust between their ears. ill take my scotch and my cigarettes with me. we'll have our usual 8 hours of non-stop drinking. Tequila. ***** Scotch. Wines. Fishbowls. Cocktails. kissing laughing *** drugs flashes of scars from a flare of a skirt but people are too polite to save anyone's life. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. she told me a few months back that i should see someone. we fell out. because she knew. and i couldn't make her crazy too i love her too much. the best friend i ever had. Ill tell all my friends i love them. Ill say goodbye to him. and that ill love him forever. no matter what. ill take some more pills. all the pills you could dream of. 50? Maybe 100? like a kid in a candy shop. ill feel my escape route appear like a tunnel the baddies would use in Scooby Doo. it will appear and tunnel through my veins. i wont cry. ill watch the stars until they disappear. and that's my plan. The Rest Is Silence.

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We spill our coffee and reach for the paper towels We toss tons upon tubs of aluminum cans with the trash each hour We turn lights on in the middle of the day when the brightest beacon is all we need We stay glued to televisions evening in and morning out ANd don't even listen to what they're saying We sure hear it in the background Of our cell phone chats and screaming brats Need Need Need Is all they say Day after day WHy must we need these things so badly It takes more effort to get ********* and stupid Than to peacefully sit And think About anything in particular And nothing at the moment Or something in time But we do it anyways Week and week and weak ANd we wake up the next morning and toss the cans In a plastic bag WHich we throw in a bigger can Which gets picked up by this rolling thundering truck of a thing That burns more gas than a speedboat Which is what we're all riding through this life Rather than paddling down a gentle brook In a hollowed out tree Oh wait We cut all of those down to make more things Like post it notes we use once And then toss in another metal can With another plastic bag Which as you may guess Goes on and on in this excessive And perpetual cycle of total waste Those trees make pieces of plywood Which kids paint designs on And toss ***** back and forth into more plastic cups When we could just set our own glasses Around the place in random spots And they don't even need to be cups They could be fishbowls And you find a small item that does not need to be a ping pong ball it could be a lil toy lion or a seashell or a miniature book Or an acorn In fact Why do we even have houses in the first place It doesn't rain that often And when it does You might as well just climb under a tree Or duck into a cliff Or be ******* resourceful And find a natural solution Stop buying bag after bag after bag of plastic party cups Take the ones you already have and make someting fun You could use them to play a game where you build a palace By balancing the cups and making walls and such You can do that with anything you have in your house or outside or wherever you are Find the fun in things Think about the infitine number of things you could do with each item you see We should just sort through our dumps and take evertyhgin and make it into something useful Stop resource production completely And live naturally.

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Aug 21, 2010

Aug 21, 2010 at 10:23 PM UTC

b-woods

CHANGE

We spill our coffee and reach for the paper towels We toss tons upon tubs of aluminum cans with the trash each hour We turn lights on in the middle of the day when the brightest beacon is all we need We stay glued to televisions evening in and morning out ANd don't even listen to what they're saying We sure hear it in the background Of our cell phone chats and screaming brats Need Need Need Is all they say Day after day WHy must we need these things so badly It takes more effort to get ********* and stupid Than to peacefully sit And think About anything in particular And nothing at the moment Or something in time But we do it anyways Week and week and weak ANd we wake up the next morning and toss the cans In a plastic bag WHich we throw in a bigger can Which gets picked up by this rolling thundering truck of a thing That burns more gas than a speedboat Which is what we're all riding through this life Rather than paddling down a gentle brook In a hollowed out tree Oh wait We cut all of those down to make more things Like post it notes we use once And then toss in another metal can With another plastic bag Which as you may guess Goes on and on in this excessive And perpetual cycle of total waste Those trees make pieces of plywood Which kids paint designs on And toss ***** back and forth into more plastic cups When we could just set our own glasses Around the place in random spots And they don't even need to be cups They could be fishbowls And you find a small item that does not need to be a ping pong ball it could be a lil toy lion or a seashell or a miniature book Or an acorn In fact Why do we even have houses in the first place It doesn't rain that often And when it does You might as well just climb under a tree Or duck into a cliff Or be ******* resourceful And find a natural solution Stop buying bag after bag after bag of plastic party cups Take the ones you already have and make someting fun You could use them to play a game where you build a palace By balancing the cups and making walls and such You can do that with anything you have in your house or outside or wherever you are Find the fun in things Think about the infitine number of things you could do with each item you see We should just sort through our dumps and take evertyhgin and make it into something useful Stop resource production completely And live naturally.

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It was buses you don’t see around anymore The date was June 3 at the Museum Of Bus Transportation where one can forever explore Fishbowls that once dominated City Streets Summer heat with air conditioning aboard no one could beat What do I-78, 80 and 95 have in common? Highway buses of many kinds Capitol Trailways GM PD-4104 AND 4106, Greyhound buses which still do today and the list goes on and on. However, I want to make a special announcement of the GM PD-4501 Scenicruiser being the most famous of the Greyhound bus family and among other Motor Coach Carriers School buses of the past The name Thomas buses that will last All the buses were all parked with bus company names of who could forget Continental Trailways with the Beige Tan and red being the Silver Eagle There was a Flea Market Spring Fling comprising of buses among buses along with many other memorabilia There were stops along the way such as Harrisburg, York, Hershey, Pennsylvania visiting Transit hubs We ate dinner at Shady Maples Smorgasbord in East Earl, Pennsylvania Buses being still around, but they are vintage being museum bound.

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC

preservationman

VINTAGE BUSES FROM YESTERDAY REMEMBRANCE TODAY

It was buses you don’t see around anymore The date was June 3 at the Museum Of Bus Transportation where one can forever explore Fishbowls that once dominated City Streets Summer heat with air conditioning aboard no one could beat What do I-78, 80 and 95 have in common? Highway buses of many kinds Capitol Trailways GM PD-4104 AND 4106, Greyhound buses which still do today and the list goes on and on. However, I want to make a special announcement of the GM PD-4501 Scenicruiser being the most famous of the Greyhound bus family and among other Motor Coach Carriers School buses of the past The name Thomas buses that will last All the buses were all parked with bus company names of who could forget Continental Trailways with the Beige Tan and red being the Silver Eagle There was a Flea Market Spring Fling comprising of buses among buses along with many other memorabilia There were stops along the way such as Harrisburg, York, Hershey, Pennsylvania visiting Transit hubs We ate dinner at Shady Maples Smorgasbord in East Earl, Pennsylvania Buses being still around, but they are vintage being museum bound.

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I swallowed the photographs like vitamins, washed them down with rusty tap water, I’ll tie bows on the parts we gave thanks for, One day the roar of the atlantic will pull me under, Make fishbowls of my lungs and fill them past the brim, Leave this body for the fishes so their bellies stay full

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Jun 27, 2015

Jun 27, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC

Tupelo

Fish Food

I swallowed the photographs like vitamins, washed them down with rusty tap water, I’ll tie bows on the parts we gave thanks for, One day the roar of the atlantic will pull me under, Make fishbowls of my lungs and fill them past the brim, Leave this body for the fishes so their bellies stay full

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