Crane Poems - Poems about Crane

A descension of value bows night scenes, the purple canopy edges its hoist, spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen, Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced. A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes, dancing lessons, fields fattening corn...Read the rest...

Across the river there’s a crane That’s 30 stories high, The operator like A Lego man up in the sky. As loads are lifted in the air And gently set in place, I wish that I could clearly see That operator’s face. I...Read the rest...

lost in pursuit neither following the innate nor the learned behaviour the obsession of a moment so radical you are possessed by it brilliant until you catch yourself staring into your own eyes swallowed up by the emptiness still on...Read the rest...

During the night, husks of buildings haunt the skies. A hook hangs high a universe away. It appears like a body - the way light lies. Don’t do this anymore: make it day, make it day. A swift gust...Read the rest...

You crane, your neck To follow Our cash You crane, your neck To see were It went You crane, your neck And know that It’s trashed They spend our checks Pocket’s Picked and spent You crane, your head When they say Trust us You crane, your head For some Truth...Read the rest...

I have stood beneath your Bridge and marveled at the music being whispered in its wires. I saw America flash pass on your train riding west, a kaleidoscopic rush of signs knitted into a vision too large to hold in one mind. You...Read the rest...

white modesty works each day's food to procure craves --- weathers worst, often...Read the rest...

Did you ever work on a building site, And push and pull with all of your might. Then walk in mud up to your knee, And whistle at every girl you see. Did ever carry a hod on your...Read the rest...

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Heads veiled in immaculate white, Like cloistered nuns tanning in sun light; As the farmer starts plowing, Flock around, twenty of you kowtowing; Searching with your sharp eyes, Finding and pecking little warms and flies... Struggle to exist in environs...Read the rest...

late summer sun, dogwood silhouettes - cranes yawning...Read the rest...

I saw you were perfect.. and I loved your confidence.. but I yearned to feel whole, So I made a fling... You saw my ego, You smiled at my strength, you raised your brows and gave me a wink... The night...Read the rest...

Hart Crane of Garrettsville a tragic poet if you will 'The Bridge' vision of America jumped to this death north of Cuba...Read the rest...

i wish to live a life of tranquility; of which nothing and no one matters. apart from me ofc. i wish to live upon a hill among the abundances of clouds. they shall live their life...Read the rest...

whooping crane sees me flies on to the other side likes privacy too...Read the rest...