Peck Poems - Poems about Peck

...There is a crow that always follows me: A master of shadow— His dark black wings full of mystery and evil; His cunning dots for eyes. Always watching; always waiting… And even when I fall asleep......Read the rest...

...In the heated performance of the day, summer wet evenings close the curtains, concluding with a thunder jest and a gift of wipe. The crawling claws of the ceaseless winds surr......Read the rest...

... Spring is still kicking its heels, in winters waiting room, expectations unravel. The squirrels are too awake, there is no sign of sleep, in their glittering eyes. Magpies peck at a low c......Read the rest...

... Peter Piper Picked a Peck Right that for instance bugs me Is a peck not a small amount Like a beak or a kiss Did he learn to play the pipes because of his name Maybe he was a plumber So he......Read the rest...

...Gaze from my balcony I stand in serene reverie. A visualisation of reflective streams, a teardrop to stir bubbles in circles. A panoramic view of my neighbourhood, faint laughter, children argui......Read the rest...

...I choose to eat outside because it's cataclysmic in there. In the cafeteria where they perch on plastic -chairs chirping away in flock hysteria. Frantically peck-pecking away the crumbs tos......Read the rest...

...Let's fly to Vienna When can we go? There's chalets, there's music There's museums, there's snow A painter was born there He painted, The Kiss I'll demonstrate on you Something like this Co......Read the rest...

...Please do not act crazily You are rushing right at me With lips ready for a peck Or a sweet suck on the neck Arms wide for a hug so tight For a cuddle in the night Words of charm you speak to m......Read the rest...

...Only the dead have seen the end of the war. - George Santayana Even when I sit at my window, Watching birds peck the sunflower seeds, Feeling blessed and a little sentimental, Feathered wings, ......Read the rest...

... birds gather at the feeder, hovering, near the sunflower seeds, tap, tap, tap against the windowsill, where a feeder is attached, filled by hopeful hearts who linger, at the window, relis......Read the rest...

...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2 Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial' translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to t......Read the rest...

... I am the bonnie bird of hope, That lives in brawny bosoms deep. And flies up the steep mountain slope, That rises into unknown skies deep. I peck the shadowy doubts away In the dappled shad......Read the rest...

...Eggshells were full of promise, Then eggshells splitting, Arriving chicks Abandon shells. All wet and limp They sleep until The yellow fluff of life excites. Then cheep cheep cheeping a......Read the rest...

...Come my love Take my hand Close your eyes I'll help you stand Now don't you look I know it's hard But try your best In that regard You may just feel Upon your cheek A little kiss But still......Read the rest...

...Few people there were, the day was slipping gently into rising pools of twilight. Passing city lights winked behand stands of trees. Here is a family of walkers, how like birds they appear? ......Read the rest...