Best Gulls Poems
I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre.
With wetted brush in hand,
I looked out, ready to begin.
But there upon the golden sand,
Ran my tomboy daughter, Quin.
An only child, Quin had long ago found ways to amuse herself. Since the age of three she'd insisted on brushing her own hair into a ponytail, Now, at seven, she hadn't yet gotten the hang of it, but fly-a-way hair becomes my little tomboy. I smiled when I realized how much like Quin I was as a child. I watched as she chased gulls and sandpipers, clapping her hands to keep them flying ahead of her running steps. A child of nature, she sees beauty in everything. She stopped and shielded her eyes against the rising sun with her hands. She watched the sandpipers land further up the beach then walked back to me.
"Mommy, do you think the birds
are afraid of me when I give chase?"
She waits to hear comforting words.
I smile, looking at her worried face.
"Quin, my darling, if you think they are afraid, find something else
to do that won't scare them away." She picked up her blue denim bag and skipped along the shore looking for starfish and sand dollars. I painted the scene I wanted to capture, but Quin became the focal point of my canvas. I used the green, blue, white, and ochre to paint what nature provided, but I used a shade called peony for the cheeks of my tomboy daughter.
sandpipers and gulls
Quin still loves making them fly
with paint on canvas
Categories:
gulls, child,
Form:
Haibun
The horizon was brewing ominous clouds,
Dark as if they came out of hell.
The once azure sky became hazy
As the north wind chilly breezes
Puffed up more stratocumulus,
Rain-heavy clouds signified storms.
I rested against the balustrade
Of the promenade, looking down at the sea.
Waves upon waves dashed at the dark crags.
Seaspray washed my tired face.
Above the seagulls came to enjoy
The thunderstorm that would soon erupt
Above the small bay, now emptied of boats.
The seagulls were indeed a sight to see.
Only a hundred or so circled the inlet.
They plunged into the sea for food
Irrespective of where the chilly wind blew.
They were an elegant sight to see.
As the first drops of rain fell, I betook myself home.
My wife was waiting anxiously for me
Afraid I’ll get wet. “Watching the birds?”
Clearly, she was not very much amused.
She turned her back on me, as thunder boomed
And lightning flashed but I went with the wind,
And clasped her round her winsome waist.
She did not resist, and neither did I.
Categories:
gulls, bird, love, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Cities churn like a raging sea of gulls
Where fear becomes a broken unchained door
The mask of hunger covers every skull
Fighting for scraps tossed on a dirty floor
Buildings stand, some falling where streets collide
and garbage decays still in blinded sight
Where change is nothing, its where death abides,
to disturb hate, born by a cities plight
Children play where glass always lay shattered
and homeless snore on every darkened street
Among the crowd women whose clothes are tattered
Find life lifeless when a child's death defeats
Far from the rubble and city's broken walls
Greedy men of oath sit, toss scraps to gulls
5/1/15
Categories:
gulls, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Sonnet
The Gulls’ cries shrill in the night
Onto my thoughts they impose
I envy their wings and their melancholy songs
Carried over the ill wind that blows
I am here grounded to my faults and I watch
Imagining where I would fly had I wings
Maybe I would hover over my homeland
Maybe it’s the same song I would sing
The endless sea of black calls them
As the gulls frantically fly overhead
I listen silently to the crashing of the waves
And wonder if I am alive or if I am dead
They cry out to me as if they are mocking me
As if my thoughts are commonplace and trite
I look away from them for a moment
And know that all is lost again tonight
Soon my flight will take place
And I am sure to soar up to the sun
I will scorch my wings trying
And I will surely come undone
New beginnings sometimes call for violent ends
And I might be wrong for wishing them true
But the exhausting day has not given me the sails
This trip to finally construe
The cobwebs are still here tonight
And the wine clouds my mind
Here I stay in my prison
With my borders very well defined
The sky looks untouchable
As do the majestic mountains ahead
In my sight the treacherous road
Which never has been tread
The gulls’ cries beckon me to look up again
The moon is hidden behind the clouds
As is my dream of soaring
In a veil of obscurity I shroud
Categories:
gulls, conflict, lonely, longing, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
I placed all of which I am in your hands
Dreaming of the gulls in Long Beach
Your letter had the allure
Of perfume and whiskey
Salty kisses at midnight
I wrote words for you
Carried aloft by
Sparrows under moonlight
your reply was whispered
With passion's hungry tongue
And I was taken by you
Forever
Categories:
gulls, 7th grade, feelings, heart,
Form:
Free verse
I set up my easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed my colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure blue, titanium white, and ochre.
With wetted brush in hand,
I looked out, ready to begin.
But there upon the golden sand,
Ran my tomboy daughter, Quin.
An only child, Quin had long ago found ways to amuse herself. Since the age of three she'd insisted on brushing her own hair into a ponytail, Now, at seven, she hadn't yet gotten the hang of it, but fly-a-way hair becomes my little tomboy. I smiled when I realized how much like Quin I was as a child. I watched as she chased gulls and sandpipers, clapping her hands to keep them flying ahead of her running steps. A child of nature, she sees beauty in everything. She stopped and shielded her eyes against the rising sun with her hands. She watched the sandpipers land further up the beach then walked back to me.
"Mommy, do you think the birds
are afraid of me when I give chase?"
She waits to hear comforting words.
I smile, looking at her worried face.
"Quin, my darling, if you think they are afraid, find something else to do
that will not scare them away." She picked up her blue denim bag and skipped along the shore looking for starfish and sand dollars. I painted the scene I wanted to capture, but Quin became the focal point of my canvas. I used the green, blue, white, and ochre to paint what nature provided, but I used a shade called peony for the cheeks of my tomboy daughter.
sandpipers and gulls
quin still loves making them fly
with paint on canvas
Lin Lane ~ November 21st, 2015
Categories:
gulls, daughter, relationship,
Form:
Haibun
Two gulls swim
Through the spring green treetops
The calm mirror like pond
Reflects this perfectly.
Categories:
gulls, art, senses,
Form:
Haiku
The scent of oceans, a certain coolness
of wind over water wanders these city streets
where oleander blooms wickedly
in the ruby assignation of the heart.
An occosional grayed gull, bonded to the Seine,
grown fat with pigeons and lazy for the river
forgets raw Novembers he owned the coast,
forgets the dangerous face of the sea after storms:
her width cut arrow straight at the horizon,
ragged at the shore, like lace to granite.
Standing on the Pont de l'Alma, watching one
lone expatriate gull scan the surface
of this fabled river that travels seaward
to Le Havre, I remember
colonies of gulls, how they plotted
their exodus across our island to the harbor,
or on the pinnacles of the fort, where
no invaders except sea birds come,
seeking shelter from their free lives as if
freedom is too much to bear sometimes,
drawing with their terrible focus
a telegraphy of sharp cries, wings dipping
into the morning harvest of seaweed and shell
among the hooves of wild horses,
the old bones of sailers.
Categories:
gulls, memory, sea, sea,
Form:
Ballad
I never learned to dance, with humans or wolves;
But my cousin Jammie Ray could dance the night away.
And I would never for once consider 'running with the bulls'.
At my uncle's funeral, I did enjoy 'the releasing of the doves'.
And I really do miss walks alone the Pacific, watching sea gulls.
080321PSCtest, A Brain Strand 4 or 5 line, Brian Strand
Categories:
gulls, bird, dance,
Form:
Cinquain
The city churns like a raging sea of gulls
Where fear of death comes from an unchained door
And masks of hunger cling to human skulls
Fighting for scraps tossed on a barren floor
Buildings stand, some falling where streets collide
And garbage decays where rats are in sight
Where change is which evil they will abide
This disturbing hate born from city's plight
Children play where glass is buried shattered
And homeless snore on every dark street
In this rage women whose clothes are tattered
Find life lifeless, their children's death defeat
Far from the rubble and city's broken walls
Greedy men of oath toss scraps to gulls
5/31/17
Categories:
gulls, betrayal, community,
Form:
Rhyme
gulls tuck in
fledglings dream
of tomorrow at sea
emerald sun -
weeps
20th March 2021
Let's Get Creative Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
gulls, good night,
Form:
Haiku
Why am I in morning in
here the slanted season,
and now you've befriended me
like the King Of Golden Gulls,
and now my blinking has retired,
leaving me in broad seismic senses,
stretching my gods to cover what I like.
Categories:
gulls, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
Haibun 2017 - Me Feeding The Ducks Winter 2010/11
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Feeding the hungry, ducks, geese, swans, moorhen, coot, and gulls. The image depicts me in the winter of 2010. I hasten to add that to this day I’m still feeding them, and other wild birds. All so, and sadly, much to other peoples disgust, the squirrels, and rats too. And although I have not observed them, wood mice, and probably voles too are visiting the feeding areas, picking up scraps. Of the gulls observed whilst feeding the ducks are, black headed, herring, lesser black-backed, and the not so common, common gull, I must add not ever all on the same day, black-headed are present every day often in huge numbers. Health and none rainy days permitting I shall continue feeding and supporting the local wildlife, and I hope everybody that is able to, does too.
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cruel winter
majestic in it’s beauty
feigning innocence
Categories:
gulls, nature,
Form:
Haibun
The shrewd gulls fretted and flew,
veered inland to avoid the storm.
Some strutted over spiky rocks,
others flew low over the sea,
occasionally swooping into the cold
rough sea below, foraging
for tasty salty fish.
But when the storm was over,
they just flew up and ventured
to blustery pastures new.
Categories:
gulls, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Early in the morning as the quiet of night is fading,
I hear the kakakaka akakak of the gulls calling;
And outside my window they glide in a swooping dance,
As night turns into a blue sky, they twirl and swirl and glide,
Drifting in the breeze with wings outspread,
Above the majestic oak with emerald leaves they hover;
Then suddenly they are gone from view,
Gone the beauty to farmers crops rippling in the sun,
To parks and water they dwell till day fades to a red sunset.
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July 28, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Gulls In Circled Flight
Copyright Protected, ID 15-695-265-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Nature Poems Only,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
Categories:
gulls, bird, nature,
Form:
Verse