Best Golden Eagle Poems

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:...

Continue reading...

He flies unhurried, gliding on gigantic wings that glisten with gold,
      Proud and bold, courageous and beautiful and powerful;
Above in an azure sky, fluffy white clouds are drifting by,
           His...

Continue reading...

Calling out with his loud shrill cry
While winging through an azure sky,
Low clouds back light intrepid flight.
Strong talons grasp prey in sharp sight
As feathers float on current's wave,
I view a raptor bold and brave.
Majestic in his swooping quest
He soon returns to guard his nest.
Fledgling beaks...

Continue reading...

The end of summer has turned dull.
O’er rugged land on Isle of Mull
a golden eagle flies up high
where the wind howls and clouds float by,
then it glides down graceful and free
towards a tall imposing tree.
There it alights. It comes to rest
upon the branches where its...

Continue reading...

Golden Eagle

Graceful strong as it soars among the shadows of the clouds
Taint the sunlight like a shroud

The Golden Eagle flies high in the azure skies from high above the mountain trees
Graceful movements as she soars in the breeze

For long periods without flapping her wings
Food to...

Continue reading...

Golden Eagle


A raptor formed from days of dinosaurs—
the largest and most nimble- it is said
our Golden Eagle flies with highest scores
for fear. Neath clouds, heroic wings are spread
with grace, but carry death- talons, and beak
his tools of killing prowess honed to hunt
down prey in tree...

Continue reading...

On the wings of a mighty power holding the weight of our nation as one
       the eagle flies above and beyond the clouds while calling our hero's home

       While watching from the highest...

Continue reading...

Way up there in the atmosphere, 
Is where my Golden Eagle lost his fear.

It is where I met my new friend...

I've always dreamed about flying so free with the eagles.
Especially my invariant Golden Eagle.
He soar's and attempts and flies to reach to the heaven's, 
But...

Continue reading...

With a golden nape, that area on the neck’s rear,  
And a silent voice, excluding some chirps and stonks, 
Speaking only to young, or between two or some in flight, 
The golden eagle exudes those qualities that make humans right. 

Flying maybe seventy-seven miles...

Continue reading...

On thermals high a golden eagle flies
Such a stunning sight in our blue skies
In Scotland we can observe them there 
But in Britain they are really really rare
Golden eagles in Scotland will remain 
Their territory is their own domain
They grace the sky amid clouds so...

Continue reading...

You scan the sky for the spectacular sight 
that nature bestows on ones eyes
the unbelievable beauty of golden eagles in flight
as it flies , soaring, dipping and diving his eyes scan the countryside
for any small movement which brings him swooping down.

This pair have been together...

Continue reading...

dusk’s gold skydives
          hush-slicing river’s silver ~
                             ...

Continue reading...

I, a Scottish Golden Eagle so regal on the breeze
To soar on thermals high over Scottish Glens with ease

To look down on the lands of kilted, pipes and lochs
Witnessing the scattering of our clans, be present at our loss



For Andrea's Blog, if you were to...

Continue reading...

Golden Eagle flies
Up above the misty clouds
On tree, in the nest
The fledgling, fearing young one
Cannot break the misty shroud

The Bird keeps calling
Young one tries harder again
Has to know swooping
For itself to sustain and
Pride of the clan to retain

Thus flows the nature
The strong gets even stronger
The...

Continue reading...

Golden eagle





Flies and floats in the higher skies,
Can visualise through dense clouds
the birds inhabited on trees,
Eyes on their nests
and the chirping fledglings,
This golden eagle comes calling ....
swooping down on its prey.





Written Oct 17th, 2015
For contest by Shadow

Awarded 6th place win


Awarded 6th place win...

Continue reading...