Short Honking Poems
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Thoughts honking at me,
We're trapped in a traffic jam
Eager to reach home,
I let them pass me by on
The midnight road to nowhere
'Tis near the end of year again
I saw honking geese in outbound skein,
Off, away to warmer climes
No lovers they, of wintertime.
Geese flock around a still green pond
jolting each other out of the way
honking loudly, wide wings flap
open beaks hungry
for a crumb of bread.
Wind blows bitter cold,
The loud, honking geese fly south
In chevron pattern.
Pointing to warmer climate.....
Their annual vacation.
the sun dips below
the world's edge while overhead
wild geese are flying.
wild geese are flying
west honking as the sun dips
below the world's edge.
WINTER WARNING
early morn honking
city folk, surprised, look up
wild flock southward bound
through the morning fog
street lights cast an eerie glow
distant formation
Rush Hour
traffic is stop and go
horns honking like mad geese
windows down in the heat
choice words said in anger
social fingers signal
suddenly my lane clears
i heard the honking of late march geese
in awe a lump stuck in my throat
while sailing high across the sky
they cheered resounding cries of hope
AP: 2nd place 2020
honking expletives
an irate driver
aggressively gestures
at my patient attitude
and the gaggle of geese
crossing in single file…
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winter approaches
geese bulk up for their journey~
eating grains of wheat
in v formation
they head south for warmer climes~
honking in chorus
Far distantly
I hear a flock of geese
honking in the wind
Smiling comes automatically
weather changing atmospherically
for another very first time
I feel what it is to be alive
Honking Canadian Geese
Disagree about leader
Causing two hour flight delay
Quiet now fills sky
In honor of Brian Strand
Contest: Any Poem/max 12 lines
Written by: Sara Kendrick
A tired man surveys his field
in the morning, still.
Honking alerts his senses,
giving him a thrill.
Can you believe these...
wild geese...with moon on their wings
dropped him to his knees?
The sky turned black, annual migration from the northern snow
In a perfect V, honking all the way
Canadian Geese, flying to the winter sun of Old Mexico
Form:
Night traffic is
streaming white lights
coming toward the car
speeding away red
honking and puffing
outpacing the horse
and not tiring
the mad goose
faster than the one behind
never at the head of the line.
gurgling water sounds
echelons of honking geese...
a sparrow’s sweet chirp
Haiku
3/30/2021
How-many-syllables
Spring Haiku - Traditional Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
honking and grunting from
the gutbucket of hell,
angry as a burning parrot,
crazy as ju-ju,mad as the third eye,
divine and terrible,beyond all sense
a tenor sax that spikes your heart...
you got it man, you got it....
geese fly in crystal blue skies.
they move in V shape,
soaring and gliding through air
along the moonscape.
with wind under wings,
they seem lunar rays in flight.
their loud honking rings.
Whilst the sun slowly sinks
Beneath the snow-capped mountains
Dark-rimmed clouds drift high above
Red-orange skies shroud the sky
V-shaped geese honking afar
Darkness creeps on mirrored lakes
Gold eyes wink as dusk sets in
In the early morn
I hear the birds sing
Crows caking aloud
Dove's singing their songs
Blue jays calling mates
This birds complaining
Then the geese honking
Flying in the early dawn
Or in the early morn
Ponder where they go
autumn's sky ablaze
shades of red orange and pink ~
sunset masterpiece
geese in formation
flying to warmer climates ~
honking their goodbyes
an arachnid's silk
glistens with the morning dew ~
spider clings in wait
"the take my wife please paraprosdokian"
harping
unlike
Harpo
honking
as if one
of a what
the flock
goosed
geese
i seem
to be
or not
to no
i am
knowingly
continuously
arguing
but it's
with and
within
myself
My big old honking pointed toenail came through my sock today.
Making me uncomfortable in lots of uninteresting ways.
It is truthfully worrying me a great deal too,
The next thing I know there will be a big old honking hole in the tip of my shoe!
The store window pane..
Reflecting the bustling traffic and
A backdrop of sky and tree allowing
It all as nothing appearing as lights and
Honking..and stops avoiding catastrophic
Interruptions of movements dedicated to
Sky and tree...
The rhythm of a bird’s wing flapping,
The whine of a baby crying,
The melody of crickets chirping,
The gaggling of geese honking,
The rip-roaring of thunder drumming,
The pitter of rain pattering,
Are all symphonic sounds,
Of Mother Nature trumpeting.