Cockerels Poems - Poems about Cockerels

...I had a tasty cock-a-doodle stew Now I crow at dawn as cockerels do I pulled a sweet hen And now and again We dine on an omelette made for two.......Read the rest...

... blueprint To have the innocence again, not abused nor denied to see with the eyes of a child the beauty that could be in it all - what we lost, through bit......Read the rest...

...[In the spirit of ‘Old Macdonald’, I envisage a class full of kids filling the space between stanzas with moo’s, quacks and dings etc as appropriate. Of course if you’re in charge of a roo......Read the rest...

...Voices scream like cockerels' within the farm of my mind Awake again. should I even bother opening my eyes? Maybe if I dont, the day wont have to start. I roll out of bed into consciousness. Co......Read the rest...

...A farmer fancied some chicken for dinner A fat cockerel he spied sure was a winner He sharpened his knife To end cockerels life Cockerel wished that he'd been a bit thinner. Inspired by Ja......Read the rest...

...the rising sun walks quietly in sky then lowers her lips down whispers to birds; “wake up” tells cockerels; “crow loudly” and intimates the lazy; “sleep on, time is unfair, sleep on” then the w......Read the rest...

... The widow What about the first rays of each dawn, Does recall her from the land of slumber? What does announce that the night’s gone To release her from each night’s cumber? Own......Read the rest...

...among hens among cockerels even if hens rebel......Read the rest...

...Must have been six when I encountered my first carnivorous reptile Walking up the up the hill with my brother I spotted what looked like a snake I'd heard of snakes, from my mother's tales I saw ......Read the rest...

...I'm a Wood Cockerel a Metal Tiger's my mate, which meant for her birthday five years I did wait. Then twenty four years had passed on their way till joining of species on that happy day. T......Read the rest...

...Soft somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day’s nearly through, while winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to you and heavens throb, pulsing and bleeding in crimsons, once blue - the......Read the rest...

...I have seen them strutting like cockerels on podiums sweating like pigs in their ill-fitting suits words bubbling out of their snake forked tongues -democracy!- development!- unity! I have seen them......Read the rest...

...inside the banana suckers is our temple at dawn we dance round the tombs in the dusk, we crow as cockerels then we creep into the creeks with the crickets a confluence of the strange in holy matrimon......Read the rest...

...inside the banana suckers is our temple at dawn we dance round the tombs in the dusk, we crow as cockerels then we creep into the creeks with the crickets a confluence of the strange in holy matrimon......Read the rest...

...Is it the songs of the chirping bird in the morning? Or is it the sound of the crickets at night? It could be the timely crow of the village cockerels in the morning That has awakened the re......Read the rest...