Crow Poems - Poems about Crow

Why are swans the symbol of beauty? Is it their nimble necks and angel wings? Though my neck is stocky and my wings, not of heaven, My posture is fair and I fly just as well. Why are owls...Read the rest...

His scrunch snout looks me in the eye His deathly ritual is nigh They wait and wait for the prey And I am his, today As walk with him Down the path, so dim He stops before it can end And says...Read the rest...

I never cease To admire crow One of bright birds....Read the rest...

frenzied caw of crow warning of oncoming doom incessant warble...Read the rest...

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

I bring signs that it will arrive Flying over this gray veil Polluted by smoke, covered by thick air You know I won't say anything about it? Silence is the key, dead bodies don't talk Unfortunately, I don't have good...Read the rest...

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

If you do not crow about your gardens, who else will? This was stated firmly by my favorite faerie, Millie Mill. She was feeding her garden fertilizer one drop at a time Growing tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, mint, and...Read the rest...

gatherings cawing murder of crows in mourning, congregation perched...Read the rest...

-For Hades, the crow We put you up high so the cats can't get you, But it is futile: you will die anyway. I know Death must come to all But he has been forced to your side too...Read the rest...

So, you are Crow, correct? Yes, Crow am I, but how do you know? I know, you Crow. I know you from the way you fly. The way I fly, is how you know of I? Dear Crow, why...Read the rest...

There is a crow that always follows me: A master of shadow— His dark black wings full of mystery and evil; His cunning dots for eyes. Always watching; always waiting… And even when I fall asleep, he waits For me there;...Read the rest...

Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown. He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the...Read the rest...

If I was a crow, I would get more respect the bunny said. He used his creativity, imagination, and his marvelous head. Put together a beak and wore it around for a week. But could not caw, so...Read the rest...

Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, ...Read the rest...