Short Rookery Poems
Short Rookery Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rookery by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rookery by length and keyword.
Pelican Bay
My rookery home
Nursery rocks oil covered
Parents dressed in black
winter
turns to spring
high in the trees-
the rookery erupts
in noise
Ekphrasis inspired by The Rooks have returned by Sarasov
Showers
of silhouettes,
rookery in the rain-
Springtime just around the corner
Again
Ekphrasis inspired by Rookery & Rain-Gertrude Hermes
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1.Gertrude Jekyll
garden artist
Showers
of silhouettes,
rookery in the rain-
Springtime just around the corner
Again
2.Gertrude Stein
Poet Gertrude Stein
had a staccato style quite fine
She also became a Cubist
& with prose poetry for a while did persist
winter
turns to spring
high in the trees-
the rookery erupts
in noise
NOTE:A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three
lines &was created by American poet Denis Garrison
Coal tar zombie mouth leaks town gas syrup
Meat hook telegraphy indicator cameras hypnagogic
Liverwurst elegy beneath the frosting
Cinderblock reverie churns with mildew
Manus? Grilled cheese sandwich.
Cantonal enchantress, covered blossoms.
Necropolis euthanized, springtime salad.
Rhinestone rookery smothers loquat
My memories took flight from Spring's rookery,
Nurtured by Summer's warm seas and
Trade winds steady under dynamic skies,
Reinforced by Autumn's harvest and happenstance
Pray my memories remain deep within me like a
Fortress securely established on a rock mass,
High on golden hills, impregnable,
As Winter's cruel seas and merciless winds approach
The robin sings, the dawn awakes.
Jenny Wren sings so much louder!
All wildlife rises to face the day.
The sun, nights respite, warms the day.
The dawn chorus every soul awakes.
Buzzing bees, all wildlife getting louder!
Rookery rooks set off, they caw louder!
Dawn chorus falls silent, calm now the day.
Sun now warmer, wildflowers it awakes.
Fox calling, awakes louder noises, afore the day.
He calls me over to the park bench:
Wanna see something?
It lolls from his open fly
partly erect. The dark ,
almost silvery in its salt and pepper
rookery.
Your willies come out Mr.!
As I stare, it rears
as if to threaten the entire city
with a bold cyclopean gaze. A monster
only Superman (my other half),
could battle against.
I’m telling mum, I fling over my shoulder,
as I run,
all my heroic-powers gone.