Scavengers Poems - Poems about Scavengers

(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.) The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares, and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace. No need for ID, for they’ve been watching me, my face, yet unetched by time and life's own artistry, is a passport for their uncivilized and predatory attention. The corvid and I...

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They scavenge the detritus of the soul Devouring the pieces less than whole For evil has a way of taking hold Before it declares itself as friend or foe As these hollow creatures feed within They fill the emptiness with lasting sin Spew a stream of lies completely false Convince that it’s the truth, that’s how they win And those who hold the...

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A phone call was all that’s needed and the message it was clear; “Get your bum away from home and bring your family here. And don’t forget your fishing rods; the bream are on the bite. I know you’re off this weekend so be here tomorrow night”. All we had to do was turn up so the weekend’s organized. Us...

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A monstrous vulture Wants the more some torture: A blistered body further rupture; The carrion give a worse picture That should still stick after a future… It never shall worth a camera’s capture: Every pulsating but nauseating culture, The body- jolting which scavengers nurture: Champions of the bad table manners of The Immature....

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I’ve developed a deep respect for scavengers. They ravenously attack that which most would disdain; The impure, the contaminated, the defiled, the rotting flesh gorged with maggots. Furiously...

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Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine, while circling in a sky of ocean's hue, and never staying in a too-straight line, from up above, they have their "bird's eye" view! While circling in a sky of ocean's hue, they ride the wind, conserving energy. From up above, they have their "bird's eye" view; as scavengers, they eye us craftily! They ride the wind,...

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They come. Dark winged shadows in the sun, a dozen, two, maybe more on the run. Winged crows, no, ravens four score hovering than landing on the earthen floor. Small birds and squirrels once feeding scoot away from the sudden heaving these scavengers in flight create dismay not delight....

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SCAVENGERS The night sun buries his face to earth, Slowly suspending his daily harvest - Piles of colour and heaps of brightness In oast house and warm barn. Rays of darkness Speed across the twilight Sky, steal into small corners of the loft, Scavengers ransacking the day. Greens devoured by omnivores; Nothing left but black....

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Shadowy Scavengers The darkest hour of the hallowed night Wake up the blood dried shadows with Unfulfilled desires rotting in purgatory Wriggle out of their graves to earth flying To their unwanted descendants' homes To fill them with fearful reminders that Their ancestors are connected through blood ties Beware of the denizens of the night! Crosses and candles at...

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Corrupt politicians sleep In each other's beds While I hide my gold from them...

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Two Scavengers in a Truck, Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes At the stoplight waiting for the light nine a.m. downtown San Francisco a bright yellow garbage truck with two garbage men in red plastic blazers standing on the back stop one on each side hanging on and looking down into an elegant open Mercedes with an elegant couple in it The man in a hip three-piece...

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I am not the meat you supposed I am, so you have began Believing your own lies, and now will starve as punishment Nothing pure can comply with your greed, each strand Of hunger is ready to tell the filth of your predicament Riled, they do their malicious best, and you with them Your coarse tongue daggers a Ceasar's...

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It hangs outside my window on the big shepherd hook. ...

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I am alone This is my life I live and sleep on this hill A hill made of it all From grace to grass And on this grass I feed in delight For grace is vague to my sight So vague, I do not yern for Peers and I compete for the best piece...

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