Best Crane Poems

I tried folding a paper crane again the other day
  and  it didn't turn out right

tracing back my folds,
I knew I missed somewhere

unfolding, re-creasing, refolding
just tracing my fingers back

fingers 
    feeling the paper
and beyond

A three-minute fold
times 10 now

Even if I...

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Moments of meditative serenity
Crimping pleating floral white hybrid washi

Shaping and triangulating dainty folds
Stringing vertex wings of freedom symmetry

Garland of classic crane origami
Wishing long happy peaceful life



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on April 25, 2019 for contest A GARLAND sponsored by JULIA WARD...

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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 Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a...

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"This is our Cry, This is our Prayer, That there shall be Peace in the World" -
Sadako Sasaki Statue, Hiroshima
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blue crane undeterred
wings flap and emotions spurred
raspy sounds are heard


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Atrocious Nobugana
will he kill the cuckoo?
You, spring rains, sing
at eaves, 
princess heartsick leaves!

Nobunaga-evil-minded
will kill the cuckoo.
Who knows? Maybe a geisha
will dabble his heart
with a song...

Happiness eyedrops
between bloomed cherries.
Warm sights
caress a real dream
in the nest: tweet. 

Under the bloomed cherries,
gifted Hideyoshi
is singing a serenade.
Even if it...

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Bitter sweet berry
Metaphor-celebration
Native peoples loss

Bloom like a crane-fowl
Shortened name over time.
Hospitality

Given by native
People, friends, whose strange gods set
Their end destiny...

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in the late snowfall
cranes chortle hauntingly -
for spring to follow?...

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Long necked
with legs like ruby stilts
the crane lifts it wings
to it's side
and dances with little strides
It bobs and hops:
a skipping rope with feathers
then lowers it's wings
to gauge the effect.
Almost like the wind is a critic
It finds a mate....

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I saw you were perfect..
and I loved your confidence..
but I yearned to feel whole,
So I made a fling...

You saw my ego,
You smiled at my strength, 
you raised your brows and gave me a wink...
The night was blessed with cool breeze that gave rythms to cling..

I...

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tai
quan
quo
summer rain
always
summer
until
typhoon...

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Had I the movements of the inward crane,
That darts in rhythm between the lunar tangle:
My patience would go amiss
For such ascension bound to the solar rays.
And the earthly shores
That utter contempt and fold back the might
Would hear the quiet, sweet inhale
Before they crumble away at...

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There is a thombstone in Ohio, with the inscription:
’’Harold Hart Crane:  Lost at sea.“
His words, soaked with tears blossom
Beneath the waves, in lonely, starving hearts
While he sleeps the sleep of the sea
Without his dark passion,
Free at last 
Calm at last...

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late summer sun,
     dogwood silhouettes -
cranes yawning...

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Written by Gail DeBole
July 15, 2017

You quietly hold your head
high as you stand on
the grassy bank - never 
gazing back at me.

Your head and neck play
games with the alphabet
as they gracefully
curve into an “S”.

Human boundaries
have no meaning to
you as you gracefully
catch fish next to a...

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