Pigeon Poems - Poems about Pigeon

Once, when younger at the beach, Dad bought us an ice cream each. A pigeon, alert, pooed on dad’s dessert; no more it tasted of peach!...Read the rest...

Woody the pigeon Lives in the tree Can you imagine Such a glee A lifetime partner To share his days With eggs to father That his girl layed Woody the pigeon Shared his tree With beautiful imogen The girl he needs The little eggs hatch Out pops...Read the rest...

Legacy,...Read the rest...

You have been going to that place and disguising your face, your actions are slick, and your motion is distinguished, you have been coming and going for a long time and disappearing in broad day...Read the rest...

My vices and my faults are legion how I hate that cooing pigeon pooping right outside my door i cannot sleep for death entices promises to end my vices silencing my painful snore and yet in vain I blindly struggle beneath black...Read the rest...

the pigeon coo cooed he strutted and bobbed his head . . . ...Read the rest...

PIGEON DIAMANTE SQUAB- ...Read the rest...

New poem/Emanciated Pigeon: Gypsy Queen silent king keep your city clean The fortune of cats eye red Enjoying life on Mars Burning oil blackened tires sweaty palms Charging full speed trying to lose the truth Let's go Light show I'am...Read the rest...

coo-l the pigeon adorned in gray bodysuit - acing the anklets...Read the rest...

the term pigeon hole takes on a whole new meaning when you come across a round hole in a fence and a beautiful blue gray pigeon is staring at you through it this fowl brazenly stares at...Read the rest...

The pigeon lady makes her rounds At seven in the morn. About her feeding habits, I must say that I am torn. Along the promenade, which runs Adjacent to the river, She scatters seed which pigeons Know each day that she’ll deliver. They...Read the rest...

Sorry to leave, but Glad to be back Travel gene's something My DNA lacks...Read the rest...

She used to tell me stories of the times when she would go, Into the big, bold city, come the rain or shine or snow. There never was a person, that took on the centre stage, But pigeons...Read the rest...

As a child I liked how its life fitted so well within my clasped hands, the feel of its smooth head, the silky one way fall of feathers down to a turquoise collar, its tight form loaded like a coiled spring beneath all that softness, gathered ready to launch and...Read the rest...

Which is it, a pigeon or dove? We hate one; the other, we love. Your clean car, that blob? 'Twas likely a squab, opined likewise of you, thereof. ---------- H/T to Gershon Wolf's Justice for All...Read the rest...