Pelicans Poems - Poems about Pelicans

It was as if the veneer of a morning split open and six pelicans flew out through the crack carrying the light of another world, bright gold upon every wing and passing overhead had me bathed in a moment until they flew back into their world, leaving me to mine. ...

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They crest the white foam in perfect formation, With purpose and strength they flap as they glide, Fixated ahead in assured navigation, Each trailing the other with nowhere to hide. Then all of a sudden with no clear command, They veer on some path and head for the sky, Soaring the waves like a mischievous band, Riding the thermals with a predatory...

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Hankering hordes of hungry hovering hawks haunt hoodoos in Utah. Underfed California condors cruise canyon cataracts for corpses. Nesting, starving swallows swiftly search for slime and straw in Saginaw. Gorging ravenous ravens roam Wrangell’s razor ridges in Alaska. Eager pelicans patrol and plunge for perch in pallid Pacific waters. Returning red robins round up ripe raspberries in Rhode Island. 4/1/2019...

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Enjoying this day resting upon a plastic raft from the Dollar Tree I’ve drifted away from the beach into the sea Now beyond anyone’s reach, I am gone forevermore And neither of us – neither I nor those on the shore Realized I was drifting to the ocean past safety, on a cheap plastic raft aboard. My bones are...

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When I woke up last night, anxious with worries, I tried to remember the pelicans: fifty white birds snowed on a gravel bar in the lake. The trees on the bluffs were golden, and the pelicans sat under inky November sky, preened with their great beaks to prepare for the journey, oblivious of our presence. And the miracle soothed my heart. 12/4/2017...

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Pelicans crack me up, they waddle like Aunt Bea But they're much more agile, they can also fly free Aunt Bea jumps then crashes On her multitude of fat asses Methinks she's seen better days when she was three...

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Old pelican Perched atop A railing at the end Of Sunny Isles pier His wings spread His body teetering In a salty breeze As if in mid-flight Stationary But with all the motion Of the universe Rushing about him Like a propeller Whirling And steering In the currents of the sea Yet absent a ship to thrust....

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Pelicans By Franklin Price 6/6/2015 Pelicans are prepped Under beaks are quite a pouch For their fishing catch...

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Four Pelicans in formation On bank of empty dam Dust mites in restless wings...

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Three did down upon a line, Three loop once for surprise, Five more then six were Southward bound Now five onto a glide Then one last one another loop did. The sun popped out a lushish hue, A line upon the sea it drew, Three more decided to fly by As worlds reflect within each eye, The...

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high in the blue sky pelicans glide on thermals aero dynamics ...

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