Crow Poems - Poems about Crow

Black Birds Flying at Wal-Mart I see them gather, flock on flock, At 7:30am sharp, they start to squawk and talk. The sun peeks up, the horizon glows, The air alive with cackles and crows. Their feathers bristle, sharp and black, They soar and dip, they dart fourth and back. Their eyes, a yellow shining disc, Reflect the light, a golden whisk. The parking...

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Recently,one winter morning,out of the blue, I heard the caw of a lone crow - Once found in flocks across our land, Now vanished many years ago. Its caw awakened in me the Memories buried in the wavering wash of time. The weather those days was fine, Water in the ponds and rivers was pure. Rills full...

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Here comes the uppity bejeweled crow Carrying her loud beak just so and so She is wearing a cape as white as snow Her beady eyes turn on me; they have a glow Flashing gemstone rings are on her feathers today She preens and twists, weirdly turning away Around her neck there is a diamond choker I heard she won this playing...

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He spreads his lordly cape to slow his descent, gloved talons softly gripping metal throne, his obsidian pallium opulent and ominous. Empowered by wonder and awe, I swallow fear, holding the chthonic messenger’s gaze Curiosity binds us The vigilant Seraphim turns...

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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 around When he was not flying, if he was on the ground Frenzied and furious today, for he had lost a gem A gorgeous moonstone necklace, given to...

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Crow (Blackus Menacingus) large, clever and a scavenger found in gardens where there’s trees good at puzzles, can be trained likes TV shows about celebrities Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus) common gardeners friend is he perched on the handle of a spade looking out for bugs and worms went on a holiday to Adelaide Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus) light brown plumage with spotted front easily identifiable medium bird known for a...

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The reason the rooster will crow, Is not just to offily show. The sun hits its beak, Which it thinks unique, And proudly lets all the world know. ...

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"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet Winter can be very cold, the wind will sing and be very bold. The ground is covered with fluffy snow, to play in as the...

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Fifty years ago...the age of self-reflection Hollow crumbs, shadows of proud vestiges As minneapolis' jim crow vanished slowly, Painfully, no longer admired at country club Cocktail parties celebrating ribbon-cuttings My family was inside and unaware of history Working class achievement, First deli in marble edifice To corporate greed, Connecting the longest Minneapolis Skyway North to Washington Ave. Dallas barons, puppet-masters Guilding their empire on...

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Fat crow eats early Frantic beak tears at the spoil No other birds eat ...

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Crazy crow flew in loops and whorls Flying pattern as scalloped as mama’s curls Wee witch said he’s the familiar for me Invited him to sup on blueberry afternoon tea Crazy crow flew in the window, around the kitchen twice The cat said “he looks marvelous, I think he’s nice.” She truly thought he looked plump and tasty too. When the crow...

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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. Bragging, laughing and sharing stories was their goal. Their stories were bawdy, and funny, fowl-like and fine. By the time the sun began...

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eyes closed we listen koel sings nodes glisten all’s well but then jarring notes mar zen ripples rise stifling bliss do nothing notice this who within so stumbled bend low we’re humbled fickle fate tests resolve through struggles we evolve poised presence posits peace seeing thus angst decrease bliss again we rebound walking on holy ground...

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A clever young crow from Belize Collected old buttons with ease. It hoarded its stash In a bucket of trash, And sold them for shiny gold cheese. ...

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The Crow (A lone voice whispers) No happiness for me and my best friend Tony the pony today For we lost our beloved muse At 2 pm One minute she was in full view Perched on our old Oak tree Watching us with beady black eyes like a true devotee Then just like the uptake in poetry In the 21st Century By the...

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