Vultures Poems - Poems about Vultures

Vultures They circle the sky. Waiting patiently for something to die. Back roads collect roadkill They see far away over the hill Flying creatures from above. A fascinating bird brown in mud. Vultures circling in the air. Where the corpse is, they will...Read the rest...

Morbid is the choice of murdering heart Crept creeping misdemeanors under developed Killed or be killed vultures Fall into the waters, the seas Ripping up dead salmon 4/9/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...Read the rest...

Hungry vultures; there were ten, just sitting in a tree One fell out and bit the dust while my wife made my tea Hungry vultures; there were nine, among the leaves so green One chewed dirt as my...Read the rest...

In the shadows, harpies linger as agents provocateur, for the Fallen Watchers, for pecking order. Prostitute mercenaries, addicted to mercury and disorder. Their claws sharp, their cries a shiver, their motive insanity from hell's hateful quiver. They pluck...Read the rest...

Prices rise, incomes fall Terrorism reigns, nuclear pall Health care declines, rich people dine War everywhere, machine guns whine ...Read the rest...

I'm something I'm not proud to be, but what if this something has always been me? What if the monster that crawls in me is just my heart? What if it explodes before I tear it apart? My ruins...Read the rest...

Committee of Vultures There they sit squabbling Up in a tree or on the ground Waiting greedily for the next carcass Laughing, they don’t care how it got dead Always waiting to rip to shreds Pushing and shoving to be the...Read the rest...

To The One I Lost Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon Placed 3rd --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Like a nymph from Arden, She entered my life’s garden. Like lightning to me, she came; For me, she was an ideal dame. As feminine as a jasmine...Read the rest...

silence can be proverbially golden when cracks appear patina can seal the fissures and cradle what is left once speechless bubbles make reason and sense until the arbiter of emotion glows from the dark peace emerges from quietude...Read the rest...

red mountain stands still black ribbon cuts between you aren't always still not if by faith I can cast you into the sea still is never forever but still we are not so long have I not been the traffic cutting between still to know...Read the rest...

At eighty my beloved grandma began buying insane, whimsical things. Filling her house up with all kinds of feathers, glitter, and bedazzled stuff. We’ll have to have a garage sale and get rid of it when she...Read the rest...

Timelike and the decaying bodies piled high cease to amuse the vultures now Single shots give the rebels confidence They attack in force Heavy machine gun fire from the west toss bodies into the air...Read the rest...

Note: 99% of my poems are fiction. Occasional some are not. This is one of them. Corruption is everywhere. ______________________________________________________________ Of all the lovely birds of the air, The vulture is the one I...Read the rest...

We'd been travelling through the night and we needed a rest The unmerciful sun was now rising above a red rocky crest We headed for a large boulder that offered plenty of shade Jenna was getting sick and...Read the rest...

I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way I was heading for the gold rush in the state of...Read the rest...