Cawing Poems - Poems about Cawing

...Comma, the crabby crow, was a curious bird He collected aluminum, kind of absurd Necklaces were swooped up in his beak His cawing was louder than most bird speak He was always moving, stomping ......

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...What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation? Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray Cruelty is not always physical ......

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... a crisp chill fills the early morning air dew drops periodically appear on the yellowing blades of grass as a light frost coats sh......

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...The caw of the crow, Once harsh and loud Filled the skies when they Gathered in a crowd. For fifty years Their voices not heard Untill one lone caw Returned out of the blue. It's sounds o......

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...When creativity whispers in the dark, A voice both foreign and familiar, I wonder: who am I to answer? Who am I to shape these words into being? The blank page waits, patient as winter, While ......

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...Three shiny-loving crows found a perch, and plunked their talons down Two had landed on a rusty antique pick-up truck – Tom and Town. Their cousin Lee had found a place to sit on a telephone pole. ......

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...A crow struts into a bar, it's a crow, not a native American. There's a hot wind blowing through town Texas Rangers are drinking on the job. A young beauty is busy capturing boys' hearts on her......

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...I'm going to tell you a tale that may frighten you about the precursor of death that will pursue... There's iridescent beauty found on his ebony wings but always of impending death his cawing si......

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... I sailed an olive boat into the center of the sea alone to find a cure for my loose heart not the spring-back type, noble with elasticity but leap-forward lecher-wild binding to any skirt......

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...Cunning cuckoo, craftily creeping, Cackling, cawing, constantly cheating! Clocks keep clanging, chiming, churning, Cuckoo’s call--chaotic, concerning! Cranky critters, clueless, confused, Chas......

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...Laid out in hot sunshine I drift away starting to day dream of magical places I run through sun dappled forests and come across some unicorns. They greet me like an old friend one offers me a......

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...Thank God, for people of order That disciplined, hold in people like myself. We men, who enjoy strange living so… In such outrageous outposts Tempting a varied life… As well as early imp......

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... Written: February 14, 2025 for Contest by Edward Ibeh “Quote: Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore! Edgar Allan Poe” ......

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...A feathered crowd of crows jostle together over roadkill. They peck and tear, lift a little in the air allowing other beaks to stab at a morsel. Iridescent black wings flap in the cram and......

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...When will my judgment come? He asked of him, who stood, face shadow-masked in moonlit dark, beside his right. Don't let it be this mournful night. Perhaps so, or not; has, or ne'er, they rasped,......

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