Fish don't always lend themselves to poetic potential, but several famous poems on fishing and fish have been produced anyway. The following 10 poems are among the best fish poems in the English language, ranging from religious instructional verse to religious satire, ecological poems, and self-portrait poems.
Let us learn some amazing small fish poems from this article.
Let us look at some of the interesting poems on fish.
A Small Fish
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled with barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
- the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly-
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
- It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
- if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels- until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
- Elizabeth Bishop
A fisherman explains the bravery of the fish when he hunted it and how he let it go after catching the fish. He admired seeing the fish because it did not fight even after getting caught.
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
bell? What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,
and I reply by describing
how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,
which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on
the crystal architecture
of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?
You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean
The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
in the deep places like a thread in the water?
I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the
hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.
I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.
I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
- Pablo Neruda
Here, the writer explains the beauty of the ocean with fish and how he had spent his time at night near the ocean.
There is a moustachioed animal that lives in water
His appearance seems funny but gives a frightening impression
It's still a fish
Life in its harsh habitat forges it into a strong and tough fish
The cat fish with its ugly appearance wanders into a river until it enters a muddy area with little water
There was found a lot of food trapped in it
The cat fish is happily happy even though the scorching heat has drowned its body and all that's left is its head
He prayed to God so that he could give rain accompanied by a fish, namely a snakehead fish
- Ayatullah Nurjati
In this poem, the poet describes the funny appearance of the catfish which he refers to as “a moustachioed animal” and its living conditions. The catfish ventures into a shallow water muddy area in search of food. It finds itself getting buried in mud due to the scorching heat of the Sun and prays to God for rain and a snakehead fish.
1. Why are fish poems for kids important?
Children's social and emotional development can be helped by poems (for example, about fish). It can provide them with a fresh perspective on things. It can put things into words that youngsters might not otherwise be able to convey. Children are encouraged to express themselves and their feelings via poetry.
2. What helps students visualise the fish in these poems?
The poet’s use of imagery, narration, and tone enables the reader to imagine the fish in these poems. Moreover, it enables them to form a link with the creature, a bond in which the readers, like children, are moved by the fish's condition.