Beak Poems - Poems about Beak

...Listen to them chatting away in the room, voices spitting colors on the wall and painting a true story about them all. Everyone has a palette arranged with different colors in a unique manner and......Read the rest...

... "The Relevance of Unspoken Poetry" These are “my people”, are they not? I spread my wings like a Cormorant and went deep diving deep deep deep full speed, into the......Read the rest...

...DIVINE MAGNETISM There’s an attraction, North to South Embracing the original source of love And almost a sweet taste in the mouth Whether from each other, or above For some, the magnetism i......Read the rest...

...Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents, Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring, Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, Never lasts long the song they choose to sing. Being a moth mad......Read the rest...

... I remember having gone to bed a little tired, And soon fell into a deep sleep. Night chill prickled my skin. I felt unusually light. Wasn’t sure what had come about, But was shocke......Read the rest...

...Falcon with a curved beak Your amber eyes miss nothing; Sensing the mice in the corner You begin plotting and planning A grateful murderer......Read the rest...

...In the shadowed grove, where moonlight wanes, A raven perches, feathers inked with midnight stains. Its eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, hold secrets untold, As it croaks its mournful tale, a story of......Read the rest...

...He was as meek as a little mouse But his beak was as big as a house So when a dozen crows Nested way up his nose Only then would he begin to grouse......Read the rest...

... Mama warthog decided it was time, To take her two piglets for a walk, She wanted to take them up a steep climb For it would make them strong, but first had a talk With her young ones, about m......Read the rest...

...In the brisk embrace of dawn, a robin toils— A flutter of wings, a rustle of life reborn, She dances on the breeze, her beak a weaver's tool, Arranging sticks and strands, a tapestry takes form. ......Read the rest...

... A song trickles from the thicket... bouncing off the cowlicked grass. It tilts its beak toward my whistle... re-branding the day "Bull thistle magic". ......Read the rest...

...beak of the plague mask lest I smell your rotting bodies strewn I smell your crosses daub your doors I smell your corpses pile your carts I smell your fires flame your dead I......Read the rest...

... Quote: Some believe bluebirds are a symbol of joy and hope or good news arriving soon. Others think of them as a connection between the living and deceased. Before your eyes on a wa......Read the rest...

...More'n nine months on... and still I feel infuriated at myself concerning squandered funds passively, senselessly, and willingly surrendered nest egg to computer hackers (imposters, jackknifi......Read the rest...

...The Crow Calling, falling cast a shadow, Dark the pitted claw does dig, Diving deep inside the shallow, Rising above what others did. Stark the teller of the story, The bitter end will sh......Read the rest...