Crowing Poems - Poems about Crowing

...Star spangled banner rooster crowing away, arrogance does not yield. What? He is singing the star-spangled banner at Chicago, Wrigley Field? That will do nothing but give him a much higher puffed u......Read the rest...

...They found it profitable. the extraction of wastewater foam to be mixed with Detergent and using air pressure to create a rich lather. then mixing it with the wastewater foam. It is then redpie......Read the rest...

...Some chicks We bought to rear. Out of them As they grew up Three are roosters, Started crowing. , I and my wife Now love the fowls; Pain at heart to imagine , They taken away And sla......Read the rest...

... "Ah, spring. Winter may have its charms, but there's nothing quite like the moment when the world begins to wake up from slumber." ......Read the rest...

...Dopamine release lingers with continuous touch of her fingers caressing through its brightened face so it opens up to her, in real time and space in text, audio and video, in such a romantic t......Read the rest...

...The dignitaries are passing through the town in big Limonene and long gowns. They are throwing five hundred dollars bills on the ground and the people are running all around. Children are running ......Read the rest...

...Neigh say being corralled & cult shod "Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis" translation = thus always I bring death to tyrants.” Above the fray of twittering, squabbling, and madding crowd......Read the rest...

...She captures my lingering gaze when rising in epoch sight to sit upon her regal throne... comes the bewitching night Never appearing before my eyes as less than perfection Each hour's passing, hei......Read the rest...

...In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs......Read the rest...

...This part of me is searching for you, I have knocked on every door and surveyed every shore but the other part of me was not there. I have a glimpse of what you are like; the mysteries are bound u......Read the rest...

...This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", Genevieve St. Cyr. The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound of ......Read the rest...

...Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door Heart mourning under the cold starry night O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight The aching years, be......Read the rest...

...I have counted to ten a hundred times but I cannot get this thing off my mind, it has consumed my space and has taken over every aspect of the human race. It started out as fun and everyone was excit......Read the rest...

...What is your choice when you don’t know how to roll a dice? What is your choice? when you are still sliding on ice. You don’t have a grip on how to balance the whip; you don’t have a clue of what i......Read the rest...

...Eyes are bewitched by a twitch a that has made a home in the ever-twirling mind. The twitch is both a she and a he - it does not care whatever or witch, It settles in the flesh-nest, lays a so......Read the rest...