Hawkish Poems - Poems about Hawkish

...Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again! Glad for birth write to express views aware cunning linguists will apply figurative screws in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse exercis......Read More

... Halcyon of hiraeth, Helm harvesting green-gold Haven above hawkish Harlequin harbinger, Heart of seven sisters, Heliophilic hail Healing halo, love-hued. ......Read More

... What gain is reaped in war's cruel strife? What honor does it truly crown? When the lives of our kin, precious and rife, Are silenced, and hope is torn down. In ruins, we hear someone sobbing......Read More

... In a turning acre the high dark silhouette of a river-hawk. Wings sharply-etched, now it dips, and light reveals each fine feather as a clear signature. I looked and saw the c......Read More

...You have a weird head she said. What is wrong with it? I don’t know I admitted. No one told me this ever before I met you. She smirked. Her blue eyes were glowing; I thought she was being funny. S......Read More

... A feathered clutch once bewailed – What can a sparrow do in a sky full of raptors? The red-necked puckers’ won’t arrive until blood smells like copper pennies. She was only one winter old,......Read More

... A great pond of light this day. A wine glass for every atom. Then in a turning draft, lantern-etched and lucid, a clear signature, a thing only flame and water could make with their power ......Read More

...Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail Holy mole lee watch out fowl, balladeer look out... i.e. donkey kong primate doth share footloose slothful writing, essentially swiftly tailored hare reed......Read More

... Hawkish angels with golden bows chase away shawnee and wolves. A sinewy faith built the rough and ready. We were pleased to claim this land for Jesus. Despite the tornadoes, we contin......Read More

... Hail, little birdie perched on tree! What hast thou now to say to me? “A little bird has told me so,” As many say. This well we know. How joyfully I hear thee tweet! Not every tweet I know is ......Read More

...Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath! Das Don Auld (can hard tank tucker son of Carl, and leave landscape barren) calling out rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race, viz demolition derby presagi......Read More

...Tan leather boots with fancy stitching Butterscotch vest with pencilled fringe Polished black Stetson size eight and three quarters Faded denim shirt with copper snaps Silver oversized belt buckl......Read More

...Consonant Like A Vow (el) Now ma nada twirly (to early) twittering condolences to the esprit de corps, qua (just recently) late John McCain, and his surviving family suddenly damning origina......Read More

...when into scaly claws, sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably the majority ......Read More

...A rhetorical question finds me asking (to no one in particular) why I recall the names of grade school teachers approximately fifty years ago (whose names listed below), when the need to r......Read More