pisces poems

8 Dreamy Poems for Pisces Season

With the gray of winter still looming, this can be a tough time of year. Aquarius season may have left you feeling productive, but it might have also had you feeling disconnected with yourself, distant or lonely. But with Pisces season right around the corner, February 18 – March 20, get ready to feel the depth and emotion you’ve been missing. 


Pisces are known for their flexibility, ability to adapt and are most at ease with endings, transitions, and change. They are also guided by empathy, intuition, and emotion that they might listen to before logic or ambition. They are, after all, a water sign, which is often associated with a gentle flowing motion like water, an unassuming mildness, or, most often of all, a tendency to cry. But despite a Pisces’ quiet, emotional and dreamy qualities, they are full of wisdom, fierce loyalty, and love. Therefore, this is a season of vulnerability, of allowing yourself to cry, of remembering the healing power of water, of romance, of love, of dreaming and, of course, for lots and lots of poetry. 


To help you embrace Pisces season to it’s fullest, here are 8 poems to meditate on, no matter your star sign. 




By The Sea By Emily Dickinson

I started early, took my dog,

And visited the sea;

The mermaids in the basement

Came out to look at me.

And frigates in the upper floor

Extended hempen hands,

Presuming me to be a mouse

Aground, upon the sands.

But no man moved me till the tide

Went past my simple shoe,

And past my apron and my belt,

And past my bodice too,

And made as he would eat me up

As wholly as a dew

Upon a dandelion’s sleeve –

And then I started too.

And he – he followed close behind;

I felt his silver heel

Upon my ankle, – then my shoes

Would overflow with pearl.

Until we met the solid town,

No man he seemed to know;

And bowing with a mighty look

At me, the sea withdrew.


How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.


Rupi Kaur 

what is stronger 

than the human heart 

which shatters over and over 

and still lives 


Alexandra Vasiliu 

If you want to run

To a quiet place 

At the end of the world

Just run with me 


Lines Depicting Simple Happiness by Peter Gizzi 

It feels right to be up this close in tight wind

It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you

About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know

With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler


The Envy Of Mr. Cogito by Zbigniew Herbert 

be courageous when the mind deceives you be courageous

in the final account only this is important

and let your helpless Anger be like the sea…

and do not forgive truly it is not in your power

to forgive in the name of those betrayed at dawn

beware however of unnecessary pride

keep looking at your clown’s face in the mirror

repeat: I was called – weren’t there better ones than I…


Sea Fever by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.


I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.


I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.


‘I dream of you, to wake’ by Christina Rossetti

I dream of you, to wake: would that I might

Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;

Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,

As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.

In happy dreams I hold you full in night.

I blush again who waking look so wan;

Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,

In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.

Thus only in a dream we are at one,

Thus only in a dream we give and take

The faith that maketh rich who take or give;

If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,

To die were surely sweeter than to live,

Though there be nothing new beneath the sun.