Pigeons Poems - Poems about Pigeons

Smaller in stature, yet they are pigeons, Not as colorful, but still gray, white, brown. While pigeons thrive in cities, doves love woods, Though both belong within the same bird line. The symbol of peace, love, and purity, Never regarded as pests like the pigeons. They never dwell near filth nor in clutter, So doves are welcomed more in human hands. Timid, reserved,...

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The pigeons of Trafalgar Square Are feathered, yet lacking in hair. They'd look erudite, With wigs powdered white, But wouldn't get up in the air....

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Today the air is brisk and clear With a whisp of winter in the air. As pigeons coo, sweet morning doves, Pitching woo like young love does. And speckled dew upon the leaves Uplifting every part of me From tip of toes to top of head ...

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Every tourist shares a trait; they're walking, talking, f*cking bait Who fog up our Earth's finest places With fat wallets and fat f*cking faces If you live in a City or by the sea I'm sure you'll likely, mostly agree; These scavengers of our landscape may pay cash but leave in their wake a disgraceful dash I admire their carelessness; why should I have...

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Central Park pigeons were concerned about Walter M. Leed. He usually brought them seed, nuts, and other wonderful feed. They conversed among themselves and formed a delegation. Flew to his house, to see if it was a funeral or weird celebration. It’s my anniversary, he said, do you want to stay for the party? They served all kinds of snacks...

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I’ve never seen a baby pigeon And I’d be impressed If anyone could show me one, All cozy in its nest. Their homes are likely hidden In locations out of sight, Perhaps unreachable to all Who cannot manage flight. The same applies to squirrels. When we see them, they’re full-grown And scampering from tree to tree Without a chaperon. When visiting a farm or zoo Or pet store...

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An old man feeding pigeon birds. So kind, it is almost so divine....

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The water’s kinda choppy But the sun, at least, is strong, So I’m out here by the river, On the bench where I belong. I’m so rarely here on Friday – It’s our day to watch the grands, But my husband, with a virus, Wasn’t up to those demands. Which is why I’m out here, sitting With the sunshine on my face. Though I...

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Choosing his lunch was the pigeon grandfather’s goal. He liked lasagna and fettuccini down to his Italian soul. But right now, he had to concentrate on his pigeon hole. To relieve his constipation was his immediate goal....

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Adventure awaits, my feathered little friend. Never will I know the distance you have flown. Though sorrow fills my heart watching you ascend, I know it won't be long before you are home. You'll be on my mind from the start to the end. Will you join other pigeons or fly alone? Until I see you back here comfy one day, My...

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He was a cat amongst the pigeons And just like the owl Instead of saying who-whoo! Just said MEOW 1/6/2022 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Three old friends, for the first time in years, were enjoying a meal, discussing with zeal, the present, not delving into past faults and fears They had all found success, joy, and peace. Then a blast from the past, a pain in the ________, Sadie, nicknamed “Sadist,” unbeknownst to her, swooped in like a buzzard landing on dinner. Sadie’s memory of the...

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Cats are creatures, pure and simple Hunters by the day and night When they hide and stalk the pigeons How they love to pick a fight When they rest, they lick each other As they groom each other’s head What is fighting to a kitty With a blanket for a bed In the dawn of daylight creeping Seeping in my sleeping hour Both my cats...

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Two pigeons fought over a crumb, The loser dejected and glum. Turns out that the prize Wasn’t food, though – surprise! So the winner seemed dumber than dumb. They waddled away down the road In searching-for-edibles mode. Hope they locate a treat That is something to eat Using smarts more than those that they showed....

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A loft across the rooftop visage of pigeons sitting aloft a flapping of his wings keeping up lowering and raising as his head his beak upward his legs out stretched out in mid-flight he spies an audience at the park children and people literally walk sitting on a park bench an elderly...

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