Crane Poems - Poems about Crane

...American artist Walter Crane with 'White Horses'* once found fame Seeing equine surfing the wave action allegory' he oft did crave......Read the rest...

...The white dove is always covered in blood The olive branch is laced in thallium The broken gun is used as a dagger And the paper crane is burning in the fire The sins of the master washed by t......Read the rest...

...Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy? Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile? Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy? Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while? ......Read the rest...

...…..BREAKING..... HEADLINE..... NEWS..... this Xmas eve day 2023 After a top secret clandestine conclave, one or more sans eight Reindeer forsake played cow word, and spelt, spilt, spoilt, et c......Read the rest...

...COLOURFUL LAMENT I combed cool waters of your baby blue crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall waves washing my stellar rainbow rays Arching it melted into the warm womb of transducing......Read the rest...

...A descension of value bows night scenes, the purple canopy edges its hoist, spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen, Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced. A loyal guest calls, it's the Sa......Read the rest...

...In this world of endless fame, Where every creature has a name, From the tiniest ant to the largest crane, Each name represents its unique domain! Some quite confusing to attest. For some names ......Read the rest...

...Across the river there’s a crane That’s 30 stories high, The operator like A Lego man up in the sky. As loads are lifted in the air And gently set in place, I wish that I could clearly see T......Read the rest...

...lost in pursuit neither following the innate nor the learned behaviour the obsession of a moment so radical you are possessed by it brilliant until you catch yourself staring into you......Read the rest...

...During the night, husks of buildings haunt the skies. A hook hangs high a universe away. It appears like a body - the way light lies. Don’t do this anymore: make it day, make it day. A swift gu......Read the rest...

...You crane, your neck To follow Our cash You crane, your neck To see were It went You crane, your neck And know that It’s trashed They spend our checks Pocket’s Picked and spent Y......Read the rest...

...Find xanthium' squeeze in a sigh asking a righteous void, hear my entreat hand to heart, in a beggar's sky not just for myself, not just for why... Can a heart devoid of hope seek to find......Read the rest...

...RAINY Sun not sizzling, scorching Summer is over. Heat waves not blown : Covering sky clouds are shown . Weather, moist humid , Sun turns soft, timid. Thunders under ......Read the rest...

...I have stood beneath your Bridge and marveled at the music being whispered in its wires. I saw America flash pass on your train riding west, a kaleidoscopic rush of signs knitted into a vision ......Read the rest...

...it is not raining yet the sky seems like a tall waterfall bones crack under the weight of falling water if I crane my head up my eyesight get washed away as a kid drowning in a lake the ......Read the rest...