Beak Poems - Poems about Beak

...Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown. He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and ......Read the rest...

...Raining in Summer Spray spittle from loose gray lips magnifies the green wardrobe of spruce A sea lion couple casually slips from a rocky jut, their ragged brown coats cycled into slick summ......Read the rest...

...If I was a crow, I would get more respect the bunny said. He used his creativity, imagination, and his marvelous head. Put together a beak and wore it around for a week. But could not caw, so his ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

... Day after day it comes to these mud flats along with hot and hazy August mornings to feed on the returning tide’s bounty of small fish and other tiny sea life. The smell of sea-water ri......Read the rest...

...nasty rooster orchid chased me down in the feedlot Took giant gulps out of my leg with his beak I understand his name now I yelled to the hybrid king......Read the rest...

...Gazing on this lilac tree Blooming here in front of me Its scented petals fill the air Springtime's sweet romantic fare A simple love is what I seek Dear Bluebird, may I kiss your beak? Or......Read the rest...

...“Allen saw it first Charlie then later Allen chased the black raven Charlie lived his dreams”. Steady rain had been falling for two straight days In dimming, muted light. Striding out from......Read the rest...

...Lay in the hammock I look around for the source of the music There's a blackbird taking the credit Though I see he doesn't have a guitar His stage is the neighbours chimney And he's every bit ......Read the rest...

...Listen to them chatting away in the room, voices spitting colors on the wall and painting a true story about them all. Everyone has a palette arranged with different colors in a unique manner and......Read the rest...

... "The Relevance of Unspoken Poetry" These are “my people”, are they not? I spread my wings like a Cormorant and went deep diving deep deep deep full speed, into the......Read the rest...

...DIVINE MAGNETISM There’s an attraction, North to South Embracing the original source of love And almost a sweet taste in the mouth Whether from each other, or above For some, the magnetism i......Read the rest...

...Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents, Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring, Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, Never lasts long the song they choose to sing. Being a moth mad......Read the rest...

... I remember having gone to bed a little tired, And soon fell into a deep sleep. Night chill prickled my skin. I felt unusually light. Wasn’t sure what had come about, But was shocke......Read the rest...

...Falcon with a curved beak Your amber eyes miss nothing; Sensing the mice in the corner You begin plotting and planning A grateful murderer......Read the rest...