Crows Poems - Poems about Crows

as I jog down Lakeshore drive I drank hot chocolate as a swan took a dive the water so cold, as old men played chess the ferris wheel spins, blowing off hats and up the rich lady's dress Lakeshore dr you see all for me the white horses, pulling the carriage I'm not home I don't miss my marriage the...

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Cloaked in a fitting grey suit and bow tie, She floats like paper kites across meadows. From a hollow in a tree, her eyes pry~ Her loud hoot startles nearby sleeping crows. The spectral owl, with her faint, surprised look, Watches as the crows flee into the dark. Then silence reigns, curbed only by a brook, And chirps of birds in the...

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crows caw, cloaking catacombs~ beneath cataclysmic clouds. ...

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“Better is a tree as a home for eagles than as a perch for crows.” ...

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we hear and see black crows, yet, white are more nosier and gawkier....

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Fears stay forever, They don't deteriorate like weather. And I watch the free birds through my foggy window, And I watch their lives flow. To grow old is to grow wise, That's what they said. Presidents and doctors and Gymnasts too, This wisdom is not enough to mistake you, They thrive for openings to their neverending fears. They strive for a open door when...

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Stare Stare A murder of Drone Crows Swarmed above the protest Swivelling above the crowd Pausing on targets identified Hacking into their brain implants "Disperse!" "Disperse!" Messages sent along descending Neural pathways to their feet Crow demands! Directive tingles, itches Pepper smoke Released Compliance accomplished Mission complete... Crows stack in darkened alleys Waiting for Next ignition commands Stare Stare ...

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mephitic odor turkey buzzards got there first death in cornfield think it is murder silly novice detective wouldnt there be crows...

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The crows called to me, and as I watched them take flight... I too was flying! ...

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1. Raucous winds sweep pristine waves against gods' sepulchral canvas as stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts; ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings of rotten, venomous roots plugged into dead matter. 2. Hollowed caverns invaded by calloused fingers coaxed bitter nectar and pellucid beads: thus, gashed, aqueous sacs polluted by darkening crimson rolled down the silken passage. With each bite, a...

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Sometimes, in the mornings, The morning crows don’t sing— Perched and preaching by a loblolly. Breathe in this metanoia, We all live for it. And if the morning crows never reverenced, Sitting at my doorstep, Waiting for my feet to touch pavement, I might’ve deemed you worthy of abasement. But the morning crows chant my indiscretions, To the man in the moon, Too far to touch,...

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Soiled sinners lecturing on the art of being pristine. Innocents retreats to black pits and dank seams God tucked away the ivory ring and red lantern very few are rescued from the darkness within. The good sheep are hoarding gospel and fear charlatan and sharks are circling with shears. Talking heads in it for ratings and attention Town criers race baiting...

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Photo # 1 A night of fright and mayhem after dark, nightmare dreams, laughter, and screams get combined; to a masked preteen, Halloween seems stark. Jack-o-lanterns, ghoulish lanterns of light, seem foolish, in evil's regime I find; amidst the spooks and kooks prowling this night. Bats and rats emerge from shifting shadows, causing fear to surge through a young child’s mind as Death...

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crows began flying in like cloak-laden witches landing on the Iowa scarecrow with the rotten head they were picking at it now, eating out the pulp laughing at it, making that evil caw sound they do it seems macabre one said, and they all laughed feeling like Poe’s raven, only brighter and smarter. hoping someone would write a poem about them. wondering...

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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 the symbol of wisdom? Is it their trusting eyes and clever hunting tactics? Though my eyes are beady and my talons, not...

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