Time Owl Poems

I stopped to admire the stars this morning long before my walk was through.
When the moon has set and the sky is clear it’s something...

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The barn is hollowed by time,
greased by phantom tractor engines.
A rusting spade and shotgun,
laid-up in the shadowy bygone.
A dusty hayloft full of owl songs.

The mice...

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Every night, the Owl look at the sky and sees the Moon 
the moon seem lonely and sad
She feels symphaty for the moon
over the time...

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There is a poets avatar 
Here on Poetry Soup
That l just adore
As it's such a “hoot hoot!”

Each time l see it
Without fail it makes me...

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At harvest time
Where a white ghost flies
Across a blood red moon
Behind the fields the rolling hills
Are purple, pink and blue

Over a dreaming wheat field
A barn...

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Two little owls
Perched on a sign,
Can’t agree which way to go,
Can’t agree a route this time.

No need to argue,
Everything will be fine,
You fly your way
And...

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Just the other side of the river,
oaken sentinels rise to greet Sol;
a lone birth sits nearby amid river rocks, 
time worn by the flowing aqua,
that...

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With the wisdom of your power animal
It is time to face the shadows
Be fearless without nocturnal fears
Seek wisdom in silence, as your totem, owl
Your truth...

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Late nights over early mornings.
We pride ourselves in earnings, 
from tirelessly overworking,
breaking ourselves entirely,
rewards keep us company,
as they set the bar higher,
for the next spread...

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I was silent.
I was all silence at that special time.
and wished time would stop.
your eyes and their brown,
unique symphony.
then we went down hand in hand...

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I am A Night Owl
By: Noel N. Villarosa
June 4, 2022

Staring long at the laptop
My workplace is quiet
Active and mentally tip top
I am an owl that...

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See the owl in swift silent flight,
Surfing the darkness of the night,
In control of its black domain,
Its prey killed quick, no time for pain.

Don’t be...

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The owl is having a birthday. Big Whoop I say.
It’s not like he’ll have it in the wake of day.
He always has his parties when...

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There was an owl that lived in a tree behind his grandma’s house who, during the day, stayed our of sight…but who, when he slept...

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In the spirit I see all hanging by the stars
In the spirit I see all held by the bars:
The flesh a curtain hanging under the...

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