Caws Poems | Examples

Dying Innocence

A young crow carries them-
selves meticulously, screening 
their surroundings. Too wary 
to engage with others, but 
always so observant. 

A golden jewel shines in a
parking lot corner. Tempting 
the young crow’s eyes. Their 
bill clutches on, fragile by
nature, it breaks. 

Glass shards pierces their 
tongue, blood cascades on-
to the concrete as the jewel
dismantles. Remnants of a
once pretty rock remain. 

Lackluster caws transcends to
inconspicuous woes through
menacing thunder circulating 
the floaters, ignoring their 
cries.

Drizzles of rain deafening 
continuous yelp, a dash of
salt soaking their insides,  
their shadow scatters
far away.

First Cuppa in Morn, Steaming

The air slowly fills
with curly pungent wafts of steam
billowing up from a 
hot freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Raising the baton to 
conduct the dawn chorus 
of bird songs and plans 
mulled to begin.

I love to see and feel
the ringlet tufts of steam
getting up my nose, blurring and 
opening up my eyes,
like a curtain raise,
to conduct the symphony to begin.

The trills and tweets,
chirps and cheeps,
whistles and trills,
caws and chortles,
are all entwined and garnered  
in the first sips, of the first cuppa,
taken at wake of day.

The steam and songs 
unspool a cotton thread of
memories and reflections, 
hopes and fears,
to be weft, warped,
shuffled and shuttled,
through the loom 
to weave the coming day.

When Life was Simple

Third in the Write Sixteen Beutiful Lines Poetry Contest



When we lived beneath thatch-roofed houses,
Curry simmered in pots,
Flames flickered from firewood gathered
From hills and thickets.

When bullock carts creaked
Under paddy loads,
Harvests reaped from fertile fields,
Bicycles spun on dusty roads.

When sounds of hand-pounding paddy
Echoed from homes everyday,
Women weaving at fly- shuttle looms
Sometimes till late night.

And  when caws of the crows
And chirpings of tea cricket at dusk heard.

Then we helped one another -
Life was simple,self reliant,and beautiful.

The Halfway Glass

A city block vendor chimes pleasantries prouder
than Muzak or an unseen crow in the background 
elevating alarm clock music in the caws
uncredited and angrily growing louder.

A walkway narrows between the vendor
and a building. I teeter between both
as I pass by her grill
parked beside the vape shop. A blistering warmth

whitens piled pink hotdogs and tickles my ribcage.

A parakeet on her shoulder
is flaking off the sun and feathering the moon.

Steamy sundowns moisten her saucer eyes.
One dog pops sausage through its skin. She fans
the minty menthol. I pay the price
for squinting. I've dropped my glasses. Splitting

off-key shattered glass,
the containment of what used to be
bits of me shows up digits-bloodied.
Long after the initial sweep up,
little jagged cuts still happen.

Birds' Day

They dive and circle as if in hypnotic state,
Tiny wrens, and ravens, and coal black crows.
When trucks dumps their loads, the flurry of fowl contemplate
Savory morsels or just household throws.

The noise of large tractors, and of sharp shrills and caws,
Of wild wings flapping over a landfill,
The thrown scraps from a table bring the birds to a pause,
Then landing en mass for a full belly fill.

It's exciting to watch them,  yet worries my mind.
Some of the garbage is not fit to eat.
To the forests and meadows, there are rich foods to find,
While hanging bird feeders are quite a treat.

Break of Dawn

Morning glory bud
Begins to unfurl. 
An Eagle flies high 
In the morning sky. 
Aspen leaves rustle,

Stirred by the wind. 
Hope floats above 
Feeling refreshed,
Joy swirls within. 

Rooster crows,
Raven caws, 
Risers yawn

Coffee 
Bacon.  

Eggs.

Taunted and Haunted

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I was frightened in the dark; my panic heightened tonight
by eerie carved faces that left me teary eyed in the park
I froze when I heard evil caws from a murder of crows in flight

I was taunted by friends to go in this haunted place of gloom
My skin bristled; the wind whistled. I was a ghost's mark.
Tried to scream to wake myself from this horrid dream of doom

I was chided so decided to be brave and opened the door
There was a grave bearing my name. Was this a game, a lark?
I'd find new friends. These can never make amends. Nevermore

Haunted House

On the outskirts of town there's a house on Brooding Hill
that leaves those who pass by with shivers and a chill.
It's rumored that murders have taken place in the home
since it's been haunted by ghosts and ghouls who roam.

It's surrounded by a forest where shadows take to flight
and whispers echo upon the wind on a full moon night.
Red eyes stare out of windows from skeletons that talk
and no one ever dares to go near that house after dark.

Crows perch on moss draped limbs of trees, long dead.
Their caws summon the master goblin lesser demons dread.
The stench of death lingers near when screams are heard
begging help from graves where bodies have been interred.

That macabre haunted house is not a place I will ever enter.
Gossip around town is that it's soon to have another renter,
but it won't take long before they will feel the terror and fear
when in the house on Brooding hill, hobgoblins will appear.

Crow

Sunrise, a crow caws.
Harbinger of death, "Murder!",
It cries at dead leaves.

when the crow caws

I hear a crow caw 
breaking silence of the night 
followed by wolf's howl

Frogwatch

A fleet 
of clover feet.
The puddle grunts.
Crouched atop
leafy beds,
groovy eyes 
dance.
Croaks and caws,
a symphony.
A quartet 
in the woods.

Sun's Fingers

The rising sun's fingers cast beams
As the truck's tires sing as it comes along 
The crow now has arisen to caw
The lookout caws like something is wrong

There across the way the dove coos
A crow up the road caws too
In the oak tree an unusual sound
Such peace proclaimed brand new
     

Written June 25, 2024 ...Out On The Porch

Spring

The sweet smell of 
Spring in the air
Heaven has spoken
As the birds sing I hear 
Cardinals and robins
Wrens all so brown
Nuthatches and sparrows 
Flying all around
And the crow in
A far away place
Caw caws so loud
Puts a smile on my face
Serendipity’s sweetness 
A pleasure as well
Spring flowers blooming 
A blessing to smell

A Flap of Crows

The bare branches were shaking,
twigs rattled like ill-fitting teeth.


I thought:
'any moment now
the coal black lumpiness of them
will break a bough,
and all tumble down or up,
creating sky-slides of avian tumult'.


They jousted at each other,
clattering their sharp quilled feathers
like angry Black Knights.

The very air shook as they bounced,
up and down
imitating hooligans on a drunken spree -
rowdy 'caws' assaulting all ears.

Then,
in a sudden spray of alarmed confusion
they scattered, wheeling away,
in every direction.

From behind a thick-glass window,
someone must have muttered:

Shoo!

Tight Bra Bringing and Started Springing Horn Haiku Sort Of

Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws    
likes women who wear big bras
have heard his oohs and aahs
Trump gives me the blahs
have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs
prefers hearing much applause
poor and dimwit crowds Trump draws
putrid picture he draws
sings do ray mes while forgetting his faas
skip so la ti do and away we go
cut great face which was greeted with gauze
found his big mouth in front of jaws
like big bird Trump constantly caws
seen slidding in nude in slick spas
plural of his ta is tas 
would see His lost doll while in shower stall in urban sprawl 
wish Trump would be so kind, get his small hands off of my behind
To see Trump tight bra she was bringing; Out big breasts did start springing

You have to send me some comments, criticism 
and complaining about this collection of lines 
that have been in my Horn Horrible Haiku.
which you may ensue out from a blunt blue.

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