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Bird Halloween Poems | Bird Poems About Halloween

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Details | Villanelle | |

Deadly Raven

Sitting atop the old decaying tree Is a deadly raven quite pathetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see An unsuspecting group thinks they are free Raven thinks of a move that’s genetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree No-one knows what it’s like to truly be One of this group, death is just magnetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see Down he swoops taking one soul completely Returns to tree, looking quite poetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree The raven smiles as he caws wickedly Soul collecting might be more aesthetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see The raven flies high looking lustfully All that he’s collected that’s prophetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree Where his lusting eyes do more than just see
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey

Details | Villanelle | |

The messenger

Raven, flying through the night
bringer of everlasting rest
against his word you must not fight

Works for the one who takes the light
the one who knows what time is best
raven, flying through the night

For although his words may bite
to you he flew from his nest
against his word you must not fight

Through his master's strong might
he can speak to the smallest pest
raven, flying through the night

His master sends him to the site
and though you think I jest
against his word you must not fight

While I sit here, this I write
he is perched on my shoulder cawing with zest
raven, flying through the night
against his word I must not fight

Copyright © Gabe V.

Details | Pantoum | |

Once Upon A Halloween Day

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, I came to the conclusion that something tonight wasn’t quite right, I peered into the dark and everything just turned more creepy and scary, And outside appeared a huge full moon~ I stood frozen terrified in this night. And I came to the conclusion that something tonight wasn’t quite right, My heart was just pounding and thumping upon my rickety rib cage, And right straight among a circle of trees there was a fierce sparkle of light Vampires and monsters, and witches flying in brooms sped fast and past the gate. My heart was just pounding and thumping upon my rickety rib cage, I peered into the dark and everything just turned more creepy and scary, Vampires and monsters, and witches flying in brooms sped fast and past the gate, Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

Details | Rhyme | |

Murderous Crows

They fly above our heads on this very night, trick or treaters look up their eyes are filled with fright. They came out of nowhere filling the stormy night sky, 'round and 'round in circles they go I hear little children cry. They're the messengers of death about seventy or so were there, they landed in a tree close by cawing loudly without a care. The wind was blowing wildly rain was starting to come down, children trying to run away tripping and falling to the ground. The crows swooped down creating death where they go, streets filling with rain people screaming, running to and fro. Eyes being pecked out crows laughing so loudly, then flying back to their tree sticking their chests out so proudly. They had swooped back down to gather for a big feast, screams and cackles being heard lives of the living will cease. Trick or treaters look up their eyes are filled with fright, they fly above our heads on this very night. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Oct.31/2013 I wish I had my camera with me, because it would have been the most excellent picture to go along with this poem. I have never seen anything like this on a Halloween night.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones

Details | Sonnet | |

The Raven

Again the raven whose sleek, dark wings shine
sits upon my sagging sleek power line.
His eyes so questioning, he does sure stare.
Does he know something? Do I ask?
Should I dare? 5

Never, ever saying not even one little word
so still and silent, this dark looming bird.
Visits me each and every single day, but never a 
word does he say. My emotions I sense he knows
are mixed with his curious eyes affixed. 10

As the evening sunset finally domes
the dark bird returns to his home.
He leaves me with a feeling of such dread 
I hope tomorrow he will stay home instead. 14

Copyright © Sharon Gulley