Best Crow Poems

No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
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Yeah,
go ahead stare at my crows feet,
I don't mind
I'm proud of them 
earned every one...
broken my back 
broken this 
broken that
ninety proof patch 
thatched hut for a heart 
and broken clock soul 

Yeah, crows feet, look closely,
there etched in unforgiving-unforgivable 
tin miscarriages
cornucopias spilling the seeds...

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Black caw crow flies overhead 
black caw crow cries sounds of dread
small birds shiver in covert trees
mice skitter, scatter and flee. 

Watercolor skies abound 
mournful clouds cling to the ground
critters hide ‘neath fans of leaves
silent refuge from the siege. 

Lazy slugs and snails alight
peaking black...

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In the night movement there’s a wary crow
Straight up into the blue moon it flies high
Cocking its flight to avoid its cold rays
Each night in the moon brings a large crow’s sigh
Elbows of their feet bend throughout the air
As the bird sings, a gorgeous sound...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they are found 
6 feet under 
masonary slabs,
light weights
all grey rocked,
the...

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In dress, mortician's finery
pure ebony entire,
eshewing tints of purity,
He dropped in by my fire.
It was His island after all;
his chapel ceiling, trees
I see what little I possess
and He
          Possesses what He sees.

The trickster of the Inuit
this...

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Objurgatory crow lookout
Cawing to obdurate friends
Telling them to flee fall garden
Opossum grins by Persimmon
Because berries gone as are figs
Every animal has eaten fill
Ready now for winter's rest

Excitedly written for:
"Fall Is Around The Corner"
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

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As I was walking in the snow 
I was accosted by a crow
It did not like my face
I ran and it gave chase
Amused onlookers watched the show.

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For a contest hosted by Kevin Shaw
21st February, 2018...

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As The Crow Flies

Staring past the curtain,
At the vigilant crow upon the mast,
The creature unaware of a presence,
In a moment forever lost.

Unflappable in its endeavour,
A breather from its hunt,
A distorted view of the world,
Its cackle alerting its murder..... of its next tenacious stunt!

Unperturbed by darkness,
Its...

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Do not judge bird with black coloured wing,
“ugly looking thief that cannot sing!” 
“snatches from others so it can feed!”
A bird linked to death, darkness and greed!

How prejudice clouds our timid mind?
Is it fear of darkness, makes us blind?
we fail to see the beauty inside,
dark...

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"The Moon and the Crow"



Legs of a journey open
along The Road 

Black Crow 
ruffles his feathers

Moon transforms 
White Lily pearly luminescent

Unfurling milky legs and arms 
Mata Hari dances naked 

Cool emerald eyes
intent that beckons

piercing 
heart that levitates

towards 
the Other’s dimension

Witness

Lilith’s
Resurrection

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)






CocoRosie - The Moon asked the...

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No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
                ...

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a crow caws warning
to the murder 'pon the ground....
through shrouded draped fog     

Written: December 04, 2022
murder is a flock of crows...

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(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)


Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.

This is a land with a departed monarch.
We - sparrow, blackbird, crow -
flit or sit above the richness
of that marching red regalia.

Thousands of arms...

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A bunch of dry lime leaves like schoolkids runs 
across the street. Be careful, do not slip
on crispy morning frost. I see someone’s
bike on its side, its owner rubs his hip.

Are you okay? He is okay. A crow
pecks out a crumpled tinfoil. What's inside?
Alas, inedible....

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