Best Pigeon Poems

What if I told you things aren't
what they used to be.

What if I told you clichés
are not always "for the birds"

That the Clichés cling for
a reason and have clung long.

Show me your truth sandwich;
What ingredients did you use?

Smoked lunch meat and cheese
Did you eat that,...

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ON RESCUING AN INJURED PIGEON
	I.
sliding screen door screeches, pigeons scatter
thump of wing against breast, shockwave breeze
more frequent than in the past, shimmering necks
soundtrack squirrel zig-zags, new-green lawn
perches like the pigeons, await my departure

	II.
he appeared in the night, a tattered statue
grey as the rumbling skies, white...

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Park of unfenced wildness
          densely packed in light infused summer
city folk beat paths of free spirited essence

park pigeons squat, survey seniors
               ...

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There once was a pigeon 
Who lived in a cage
Its fluffy exterior 
All tormented with rage.
The beaky beast ruled
The entire place
Scaring it's fellow creatures
Venom scribbled all over its face.

"PIGEON PIGEON!!!" all the other animals cried
Look what you've done
All the other pigeons have died.
Defiantly the pigeon...

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The crippled pigeon
Who had the gift of love
Adopted three orphaned
Bunnies; sheltering
Them under her tiny wings
Love was in the air 
With this tiny little dove...

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beware Picasso 
my home is on great statues
expressing myself

Edward J. Ebbs - 5/16/15

Written for: PICTURE YOURSELF AS A BIRD - Poetry Contest, just for laughs...

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Do you know you have a brain?
Do you know the worlds insane?
Fluff your feathers, peck the ground,
While I think thoughts, that are so profound.

Sixty million years or so, you’ve been strutting to and fro,
Knowing nothing of you past, except where the last crumb was cast!
I...

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The days were getting long, and the Fourth of July was coming up, soon.
With the City Park clean, a better raise might come, so very long over due.
The Sheriff of Crazyland was cleaning pigeon poo, too often, lately. True!
He was getting Crazier, by the minute,...

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Little Pigeon River
	
	
	Little Pigeon River’s 
	water lullaby, 
	the flow’s soft percussion 
	against mossy green 
	rounded river rocks,
	multi-layered, 
	contrapuntal,
	a faint hiss,
	tiny scrapings 
	as small stones 
	are settled into place 
	by the cold current,
	my eyes heavy, 
	sleep waiting nearby....

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Two chubby pigeons sitting on a wall
One called Peter one called Paul 
Reach for the rifle before they fly
Two juicy birds baked in a pie...

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Why do pigeon always poo
On the car you’ve polished new
Why do they wait ‘til you’ve gone indoors
Before they mess up all your floors

Maybe it’s a good thing it’s just pigeon poo
A seagull has too much to do
That’s after they’ve taken the stand
To snatch your food...

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Two of the wackiest guys I know,
	live two doors down, 
		           one flight below

Tall is one, the other is short
One chirps loud all the time ... one quietly coos
Tall wears a small hat,
	  ...

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Accident-prone

Waitress work is interesting and busy
It’s not fancy and puts you in a tizzy
On my feet all day long working 
Carrying trays to customers that can be  entertaining
No time for errors on full course dinners
We want the meals to be winners 

People come and...

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Pigeon, plump and gray
Singing his song but off key
Perched on the park bench...

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The pigeon lady makes her rounds
At seven in the morn.
About her feeding habits,
I must say that I am torn.

Along the promenade, which runs
Adjacent to the river,
She scatters seed which pigeons
Know each day that she’ll deliver.

They swoop in great big flocks to feed
And circle in the...

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