Best Hawk Poems
Oh for pity's sake put some clothes on,
the bracing air will steal your breath..
and I need you to stand and stay strong.
Cold comfort thrills from your chill touch
help me recall why I adore you so...
A chin of the ages rests on my shoulder in sweet affection,
two arms encircle my world in every direction.
Redtail hawk riding a thermal looks down..
what caught its gaze I wonder..
Will the day lend a hand through a pestering cloud,
or roll its eyes in thunder?
Such a fine firebrand you've stoked,
as I shave my face and call your bluff.,
Wishing the once would last forever..
though once was more than enough.
On this mountaintop I sit
In solitude reclined –
For such a heightened lift
Soul-weary did I climb
The world foresworn – a bit
(My aching heart inclined)
A flowing form of art
A hawk goes soaring by
In curving – graceful – arc
Suspended in the sky
It liberates my heart
And with the hawk I fly
Heart to beating heart
Eye to seeing eye
Aloft, with keen eyes in sorbet skies’ raspberry half-light
visceral vibrations of vitality does await.
Soaring in a hush, with plumage plush, a silent stealth kite,
he glissades on ghostly winds with mystical wings of fate.
Poised to plummet from his summit of purple sundown spread
with wingspan wide, wreathed gradual glide, hunts a twilight hawk.
Floating form causes flocks to brainstorm on life or death dread,
those flying forlorn, late to roost, are reduced by his stalk.
Aerodynamic, his dramatic dive deals destiny,
raptor raptly pursues passerine through air’s plum-bruised dim.
Whispering wings whisk to live and not die desperately,
over the arborvitaes the future for one is grim.
If it’s true that energy never dies; its cries transform,
then songbird's notes will ascend on hunter's wings in reform.
Susan Ashley
December 3, 2017
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Contest: Your Best Poem In The Last Year
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~ Seventh Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem October - December 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
The hawk circled, watching below
at all the activity happening
He focused on each person, as he would prey
But, instead he was just observing, listening, learning
He went to the wise owl and reported his observations and instincts
As he flew across the landscape, he could see things far and close
He could see the present and the past
A span of time that connected things like a familiar path
A path flown many times!
The wise owl said, you are right, your vision is clear
You will reach a destination where everything makes sense
Stop circling; Fly with freedom and you will discover your new path
The others below will never anticipate this!
For they were not here for so many years
They do not know who you have become
They will never reach you no matter what they do
For they lack the critical knowledge and they are the ones who are stuck!
Heidi Sands
6/10/24
Received Poem of the Day June 12, 2024.
(C)opyright
Said the Chipmunk to the Hawk
Said scared, little, tail-striped chipmunk to red-tailed hawk,
“I am hidden over there where you will not find me.”
Said hawk in a swoop to another branch, “Jiggle that
tail again, so I’ll dive and sweep you off to heaven!”
Crouching as flat to the earth as she could be, chip-
munk said, “But I am already there where all points
of heaven reveal bliss...” which did perplex red-tail hawk,
who gawked up, then scanned all around for
some clue of heaven in this forest he knew he knew,
as she provoked, “You see?” But with his instincts
darting everywhere, hawk replied, “You lie! You
make riddles of my threat!” To which she flashed to
the opening of her tunnel, quick as light, calling,
“Heaven does contrive for good in life!” Hawk
affirmed a new place of some prey and turned.
Was he not made to hunt? Not for dramas like this?
Hawk bent over his feet, lifted his wings into flight
aimed at rustling leaves not far away. Hawk, while in
his flash, asked his forest, “Heaven, does it spread
as far as over there where I go?” Forest said, “No know,
no.” Hawk did not understand...In her tunnel, chip-
munk dropped two acorns from her cheeks to eat.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2/2021
eyes
super
sharp search prey
my spirit guide
awakens memories
and cosmic messages
synchronicities abound
beware, be bold, perceive, protect
visionary powers, base chakra
hawk medicine teaches observation
I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos
I was subjected to your derision
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss
Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance
My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched
An amazon no longer beats its drum
My buoyant nature now laden with coarsened shroud
Leaving a cardboard moon deprived of its shine
Stars like candles blown out one by one
No use waiting for the rising Sun
The end of world does come,
stopped spinning neath heavy ebon clouds
Expectations unreal
All zeal gone, listless is my spirit
along with my illumination
Now you see me
unmasked in raw anguish
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jowls hang from endless
torment endured
like the drenched and cold, wounded hawk
taken flight, eagle-eyed, a warrioress
more determined and bold, traveling on
with unlimited range
and self-esteemed
This bird,
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While passing through the sunken gardens;
On my way, after lunch;
A great bird, wings outstretched,
Came down from the sky, all hunched.
With wingspan between four to five feet;
He stopped me in my tracks.
His eyes met mine; they locked there;
That giant hawk of black.
From side to side he danced;
On one leg at a time.
While flapping wings, up and down;
The dance was just sublime.
For three minutes full, he danced; since then I’ve been told;
that it was a mating dance; my God, he was bold!
three crows and a hawk,
flying together
sounds like a cartoon
get your claws in this one
a sign of the times
my mind sees such things
written in the sky
on October 7th,
my birthday,
i was celebrating
in a Christian conference
with a roomful of women
hands open
praising the Lord
oblivious of happenings
in Israel
i saw baby Jesus
in my hands
felt the weight of Him
then He turned
into Jesus
off the cross
as if I was holding
him
like Mary
of course
i pondered this
days later
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Moses
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Jesus
Rachel’s tears,
she can not be comforted
once again
an attack on babies…
so what comes next?
the rapture…
the antichrist…
judgement…
Fall to our knees
Make things right with God
Do right
Love one another
even love your enemy
That is how good
God is
Man is often the beast
God is much more merciful
than man…
Morning hawk tears through the land
like a lightning bolt direct and true.
Morning hawk screeches like thunder
her voice echoing in the canyons.
Morning hawk finds a higher perch
her eyes sharp and her wings readied.
Morning hawk feels strange in the light—
no one sees her, no one seeks her.
Mourning hawk watches the light
leave the sky like a dream fading from the mind.
Mourning hawk does not build a nest,
for the night has decided, and her heart is respite.
Mourning hawk knows tomorrow is no more
and how soon will she fly again, alone and free?
Death
won
that night -
that foggy
night when the Black Hawk
crashed into the murky Santa
Rosa Sound. Vigils were held on the beach, candle light
casting an eerie glow through the fog as people prayed for survivors - but there
were none.
3/13/15
For Rob Carmack's Fibonacci contest.
(This happened on 3/10/15 near where I live. 7 marines and 4 National Guardsmen
lost their lives in a training mission.)
Perched, waiting, still
He swoops with swift precision
Red tail fanned in flight
His cry announcing intent
See the beauty in this flight...
On a lonely cliff wings spread wide I am readying to leap.
GOD said he would appoint angels to guard my keep.
Tired of living in the cold dark of night.
I find my soul craving the comforting warmth of light.
Images flood my mind of what I will see
but how do I learn to trust again my once broken wings?
I am shown too many signs that I am meant to soar.
That my current circumstances are temporary. I am meant for much more.
Look me in the eyes and allow me to wander your soul.
Learn the psychology behind the scars that took their toll.
Create a world that exist outside of time.
Question is...When I look you in the eyes do you get lost in mine?
Hawk: visionary power, guardianship, messenger (akin to Mercury - Messenger of the Gods)
In the Druid tradition an inspired Bard was said to possess "bird's knowledge." Druid shamans would dress in cloaks of bird feathers to perform certain ceremonies, and divination would be practiced by observing the flight of birds. In trance, the Druid would enlist the aid of his bird spirit-ally to fly to other realms, or would transform himself into a bird on the inner planes to accomplish a certain task. Each type of bird represents different qualities, evokes different experiences, and has different gifts for the Druid: the eagle brings renewal, the wren humility, the swan grace, the raven initiation. The hawk, whether kite, harrier, merlin, goshawk, or sparrowhawk, can give nobility and stature, dignity and pride. I once heard that a Cherokee shaman had to turn into a hummingbird in order to find the lost tobacco seed, in their mythology, it was brought to them by the hummingbird.
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hawk in very top
of high Georgia pine..
view unobstructed
hawk catches breeze soars
on a cold clear winter day...
seeks day's last fresh meal