Poems about crow



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№ 1203895

A mad crow

A mad crow quietly dreams in silence
Of a world very different than ours
Where there is no meal without violence
And you can even count the long hours

There is grey and mist wide and far
Shadows of crooked trees and prey
As black as a charcoal ashen'd heart
And the nights never melt into the days

The river flows white and with heads
Delicious eyes dyed in blood and lies
Only smoke comes out of every breath
Where there's no grave everyone has died

Gingerbread little huts spanning the hills
And children playing with mud and chains
By the old dark woods where a pond fills
As silently as it is hollowed once again

The mad crow spans into the night sky
Shrieking with tears of a very small baby
Claws clenched and a throat that is dry
It glides in the air crooked and patiently

A mad crow quietly sleeps in silence
In dreams that his eyes hath sowed
There is a kid watching, cold and silent
Reaching out for it's tiny little throat


crow,  mad.

Author: aviisevil
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Date: 01/04/2020


№ 1202907

If the crow could speak ...

You foolish beings
You left the safety of the trees with
A plentiful diet of fruits, nuts and berries
You acquired a taste for blood that -
Sent you to your knees
Your protein addicted brains developed
Tools to inflict pain, to carve flesh,
Introducing your animal brethren to the pang of
Uncontrolled, calculated, violent death
Today, we continue to watch from the branches
Thankful for the power of flight
To distance ourselves from your -
Destruction with all our might*...


crow,  speak.

Author: Randolph L Wilson
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Date: 31/03/2020

№ 1196688

Eyes of The Crow

My grave, shallow and empty, I've returned to a world lost without you, seeking revenge so that one day our souls can mend.
The black bird is my guiding light towards you, all the memories good and bad are what keep me moving towards you.
Your beautiful face instilled within my mind making me realize that you're the reason I' m here, the reason I lived and the reason I died. I said forever, and I meant it, my hallow body is now walking proof.
My flesh wounds heal, but the damage to my heart can never be fixed for you were taken away from me. I always told you that I love you but I don't think I could ever have said it enough to make you even come close to understanding how much.
My body is driven by your soul. I'll never give in to the demons that haunt this world. The black bird gave us a second chance to make things right, it's about time I finish what I was sent to do for me and you, to be together for that forever, for my eyes are the crows.


crow,  eyes.

Author: Mozes
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Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1192838

Cunning Crow

Sunday noon after a heavy lunch
Gravely falling into a small nap
A knock at the door woke me up
Jumped out of my sleep to see
Out in the courtyard drying red chillies
Coconuts cut into pieces left in the sun
Unaware hit by a piece of coconut on my head
Turned over to catch the thief red handed
On my way to room with a frown
Thief with a coconut busy scratching
With a knock on my room's door
She, the black cunning crow!


crow,  cunning.

Author: Prathipa Nair
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Date: 22/03/2020


№ 1191366

Crow in the Sun

Crow in the sun so black,
You are blue, a dark shining
On the green innocent lawn.

Crow in the sun creeping,
On land you are awkward,
In the sky you are blotting.

Crow in the laze of the day,
Your eyes are unbalancing
In the gardens overgrown.

Crow in the sun so black,
You are shimmering dread,
On the green unkept lawns.


crow,  sun.

Author: Ormond
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Date: 21/03/2020

№ 1189914

Crow

The empty demon
Feeding from my tongue.

What good do my lies taste?


crow.

Author: Arden Jaeger
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Date: 19/03/2020


№ 1186047

The Crow of Ecstasy

"Let the world know I weep
For the souls
That lie at the heart
Of the raven's claws...

Upon the wings of this night
A wolf's moon will howl
The enchanting songs
Torn from the vice of love's doom... "



©Rangzeb Hussain


crow,  ecstasy.

Author: Rangzeb Hussain
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Date: 16/03/2020

№ 1184054

The White Crow

I saw that crow one misting morn
Scrabbling low with beakish scorn
His tailored coat splat dappled grey
The beading eye he cast my way

The plumage pale yet marks him out
No brother to the dark and stout
For mourning coat he'd gladly trade
The stabs and pecks of darkling babes

'gainst weathered rug of autumn mush
This feathered lozenge amidst the brush
Knows his place at margins bare
Without a friend, without a care


crow,  white.

Author: Edmund Grimketel
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Date: 14/03/2020

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