Best Eagle Poems


Premium Member Kiss of the Eagle

Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew

Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?

Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control

One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss

Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
© Roy Jerden  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Bald Eagle

 *
*Bald*
*eagle *
*bird of prey,*
*lives in the wild*
*of remote country,*
*they have powerful wings,*
*razor sharp beak and talons,*
*can soar up to ten thousand feet,*
*adopted by  the founding fathers*
*as the emblem of the United States.*
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Written 12th of July 2020 
For Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance Le France.

Eagle and the Dove

Gather around the sacred fire, my children
Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity
as we begin on this journey together;
to the time of how things once were,
to the time of how things came to be
In the beginning,
there was no war, only peace
There was no hate, only love
Harmony existed between all things,
it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove
Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain,
and the dove lived in the lush valley below
And the seasons continued unabated,
from the summer's heat to the winter's snow
Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain,
an evil thought entered his heart,
that only he alone over everything should reign
He felt because he was the most powerful bird,
his voice should always have the final word
So he gathered the other birds together,
to have them agree to make him their chief
The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea
The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty
The debate went on for days,
and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour
Until the stork delivered him a message,
during one spring early morning shower
The message said that the dove and the swan,
never came to a meeting, no not once
Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond,
and asked the swan about his absence
The swan said such matters concern him not,
let he who rule, let him rule just
As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said
he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts
The eagle went and confronted the dove,
and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation
The dove replied with a gentle reproof,
saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations
One will love war, and the other will love peace
One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy
One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery
One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery
The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say,
and they no longer flew together after that day
So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove
Which will you choose?
Will you choose to love hate,
or choose to live the peaceful way
Will you choose to hate love,
or choose to possess the spirit of a dove


Premium Member The Eagle Has Landed

an eagle hovers
swoops down to a tranquil place ~
mission accomplished

Premium Member I Feel The Eagle Feathers Of Zeus

Inspired by Ink 

Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff   
you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on   
Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour 
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Iris, Goddess of the rainbow in Divine and mortal realms you go 
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Eros, God of love, you take wing with cupid bows and arrow
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Boreas, as the north winds blow, you are winter's God of power 
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Zephyrus, with a light wind gentle breeze every springtime, you bestow  
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Zeus, Greek God of lightning I feel your eagle feathers as I muse,  
as I claim Godspeed, flying on and on and on   
you open me the door and I am there once more * 
like a Godly inspired, “Dumbledore." 

You claim God speed as you fly on and
on and on and on, on and on and on.   


Ps: Dumbledore is the old English word for bumblebee.  
Written by: Mystic Rose

Premium Member Eagle Rock Reverie

Written: August 06, 2025

                     *********
            
The traffic roars as wounded gulls.  
metal beats skated over the asphalt waves, 
each honk a fractured prayer,
fleeing the city, restless breath.

I sit beneath a twisted jacaranda tree.  
Its lavender flowers unfurl as the sun dips low 
Parrots squabble in the canopy— 
boisterous, unrepentant, and singing,  
stirring the dawn with their raucous cries,
a beauty entwined with longing. 

Their melody exists beyond,   
concrete and clocks,

I sip coffee—malnourished warmth—  
Its bitter essence wedged between my ribs,  
where comfort once thrived. 
The chipped cup, a reflection of lost trust.

Each face that passes me
is a silent question,   
I have forgotten how to answer.

Once I skated these streets  
hungry for names,  
for the echo of someone to cram my void, 
But identity remains a fog  
caught between chain-link fences  
and fragrant jasmine vines.

Yet still,  
I listen for that singular voice  
amid the clamorous parrots,  
the one that might beckon me back  
into the wholeness of myself.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member The Bald Eagle

Bald Eagle in the sky.
Soaring oh so high.
As I watch the Eagle fly;
Brings a teardrop to my eye.
Bald Eagle diving super fast
Endangered species of the past.
Hunting grounds large and vast;
Bunny rabbit breathes it's last.
Bald Eagle now is quite content.
His nest now;dead rabbit scent.
Three baby eaglets:Magnificent!
Endangered no more,Eagle's intent.
Bald Eagle and eaglets fall asleep.
You hear no awws,you hear no peep.
On a mountainside,rocky and steep.
Endangered species never weep.
Soon ALL species will come back.
The ecosystem on the right track.
Without MAN it may stay intact.


HGarvey Daniel Esquire

I Am An Eagle

As father gave the push, my mother whispered, “Fly, my child!”
Resplendent in my feathers, yet was frightened of the wild
unknown for that where I grew up, I had to leave and find
the reason for my wings and claws, and how I can’t be mild. 

The rush of warm wind cushioned me as I took my first flight,
majestic bird who gracefully flew to such soaring heights.
From that day on I fed myself and did my parents proud
for they have taught me not to let the prey escape my sight.

For forty years I roamed the land and soared over the sea,
but then the time had come to make the choice that’s hard for me.
Up on the steepest rocky mount, I went and by my own
removed my brittle beak, talons, and old wings painfully.

Why did I have to go through all the changes and the pain?
Those parts were worn and have become my weakness and my bane.
So now that God has given me another thirty years,
behold me after my rebirth, the eagle soars again! 



*For those who would care to see,this is a 3-min video on the eagle's painful rebirth
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXTrWPvP0iQ

Eagles: illumination of spirit, healing, creation, Divine, Spirit (feathers are sacred healing tools)
PICTURE YOURSELF AS A BIRD POETRY CONTEST - 9th Place
SPONSOR: ANDREA DIETRICH
13 May 2015
© Kp Nunez  Create an image from this poem.

The Eagle Weeps Tribute To September 11th

Bold and beautiful she soars high
               her wings towards the open sky
            September the 11th, a day of mar
               to see the damage from afar
               her eyes filled with tears
              Her voice tremors and swears,
            "THIS NATION I HOLD SO DEAR
        THE WEIGHT ALONE I CANNOT BARE"!

               Her wings stretched out to soar
               she attempts to wrap the wage of war
               in a sullen sense of grief
               she weeps and soars to a place of peace
              In a soft voice she sobs,
            "THIS NATION I HOLD SO DEAR
          THE WEIGHT ALONE I CANNOT BARE"!

               From within the darkness a light appears
               and takes away the feeling of fear
               behold her eyes she sees a sign
               of life alive and glory from high
               men of color, armor and pride
               upon their nest they work in stride
               red, white, blue with the stars of night
               emerges from the deepest of fright
            With outstretched wings and a loud voice she cries,
          "THIS NATION I HOLD SO DEAR
         THE WEIGHT ALONE I DO NOT BARE"!

T Reams published in the news paper on 10/5/2001
The first poem I have ever written

Contest sponsored by: Nayda Negron    'Inspiration'

Premium Member The Golden Eagle

The 
golden
eagle flies
through billowed clouds
training his keen eye
on slight movement below.
Swooping, he clutches a hare.
Swift is the kill; now to a tree
he makes his way, carrying his prey
while calling to his fledgling in the nest.

Written 10/14/15 For the Golden Eagle contest of Shadow Hamilton

Words used: Flies, clouds, Tree, nest, Fledgling, Calling, swooping.

Premium Member Spirit of the Eagle

As a child, broken and forlorn I climbed a high cliff seeking spiritual guidance,
it is the culture of my native people to look to the Eagle- the master of the skies;
the one who flies the highest and the closest to the creator and back to Earth,
with beauty, dignity, grace, courage and strength, there is much to be revered;
so I looked up to Father Sky and prayed for the Eagles protection and bravery.

I heard the Eagle calling me and down came a feather into my open hands,
an Eagle feather is never taken but always given, a deeply spiritual gift;
it was on that day that the Eagle became my protector and guide in this life,
he has taught me to love the shadows and the light, and to protect all creatures;
to be free, strong, and brave in all that I do and to never, ever give in to fear.

_____________________________
July 23, 2017

Narrative/Spirit of The Eagle
Copyright Protected, ID 922653


Written for the contest, 1-10 Lines
sponsor, Rick Parise

Seventh Place

Premium Member Flight of the Eagle

At the first sign of light, I can hear incantation
slowly  ascending,  from the depths of the canyons
Windward it's calling to get my attention
while my eyes search the sunrise, to look into heaven

Gliding with ease is the shape of an eagle
swooping on wings that have lifted my soul
Reverently regal,  the rare golden eagle 
flies overhead while leaving its shadow

Scouting the timber for one special tree
it circles the forest, so high, in the pines 
Far in the branches,  limbs cradle her nest
She'll pause for a rest, where her fledglings will feed
safe from the bite, of the darkest of night

Deep from abyss of the narrowest canyons,
she'll soar like a plane to the clouds in the sky
I close tight my eyes, and will dream I'm beside her
Far above treetops......I wish I could fly.
I'd look at the world,  in the softness of dawn
and wish for such peace, until my tears overcome


__________________________________________
10/2/15
Written for "Golden Eagle Contest" 
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

Premium Member American Spirit

May you soar on eagle wings, high above the madness of the world.
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie


American Spirit

As eagle swoops at break of day,
     talons cling to wriggling prey.
Having hunted and found his quest
     he soon returns to guard his nest.

Shimmering cliffs that brightly shine
     from rust colored monoliths high,
Create golden treasures
     within the sunset sky.

The scent of autumn's in the air;
     chill of night falls fast.
The eagle soars through clouded sky,
     his kingdom won in triumphs past.

6-2-20

~First Place~
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart	


https://www.spiritanimal.info/eagle-spirit-animal/

Isaiah 40:31 31 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

For generations, Native American tribes have associated the Eagle with vision, wisdom, and strength. The predatory spirit animal symbolizes taking responsibility for one’s actions, healing nature and treading lightly as a matter of respect for Mother Earth.

Premium Member The Eagle In Jesus

By Dawne Zacharias

This bird is admired for its grandeur,
 its grace in flight,
Its size and magnificent power.
When in flight it stirs the
 soul to true liberty.
He can use his mighty wings 
to carry other eagles to safety.
Turbulence makes him stronger
 he flies higher and faster.
The eagle's keen eyesight gives him
 a sense of approaching danger
to protect himself and his family.
"The Eagle displays the sense of responsibility
 that is a companion to true liberty."
"He takes an active role in providing
 for his family and he teaches his young to fly."
Jesus Christ emulates this and much more
 He came to bring the life, victory, power, and freedom
 to those of us who place our faith in Him.


Quotes from,"The Rebirth of America" by Nancy Leigh DeMoss, Editor pg 9

Premium Member The Hungry Eagle

Soaring and swaying over craggy hills
How I long to be the mighty eagle.
Best when my strong wings stretch
And gliding, searching for food
To feed the  miniscule fledglings.


After verdant resurrection, green leaves 
Come to life, yet birds hide from
His majestic lofty strong eagle.
Pity the small ones could not stop
Their mellifluous lark-like songs.	

Unfortunately small rodents are short sighted.
Along the placid lake rodents friskily run 
In and out of the sedges. Food is now near.

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