Crowing Poems

Crowing poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of crowing poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on crowing are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Till The Rooster Crows

Till The Rooster Crows short poem

Down on the farm there’s not a Whole lot to do but work your fingers To the bone that’s why when all The lights go off in this one Horse town mine stay on ’til you Come a knockin’ on

Poems containing references to : Crowing

My Daughter Brought Happiness

My Daughter Brought Happiness long poem

The vagaries of life had shattered me down, Made me a coercive slave, submitting to dealers’ erotic frown, But I felt those moments with an absconding pain, As you came to, my life of lame. Your night of birth was

No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home prose poem

If one could tour my place of birth They would notice a place where time stood still Then they would see a place of humble simplicity If one could spend one night in the house where I was born No

Cotton And Crickets

Cotton And Crickets prose poem

There is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs beneath its ground, but a quiet and

The Morning Melody

The Morning Melody short poem

I hear everyday a 10 bits song, every morning, I wake up with the musical alarm of clock- it sounds as “Ding Dong Dong.” “Tweet”, “Tweet”- birds come out from nest with early dawn’s knock! With clucking and crowing of

The Cock Crows

The Cock Crows short poem

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

Friendship

Friendship short poem

The crowing cocks, herald the dawn, The surging sun, signals the morn, The homing birds mark the dusk, A change in every phase, so brisk. Spring sets the country in bloom’ Summer swallows dispel the gloom, Autumn leaves the trees

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Here I’m An Alien

Here Im An Alien short poem

The box clatters with every sway of the automobile, My tummy feels like metals crushing together, freezing my teeth, The glasses shaking nonstop, feels like hell, Everywhere we step is a death trap, dodging several holes, The chauffeur, all red

Goodbye

Goodbye long poem

You don’t get it do you? The hurt that I feel inside. You want me to respect you… But you cloud my head with your lies. I wish I could believe… Everything you say to me. But your history has

Shall we dance

Shall we dance ballad

Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.

My Room

My Room short poem

My room, My refuge An inspirer, a pacifier A companion in all my moods A critic, a counselor For all I do and seek A haven during troubled times A fortress for my soul to keep It holds my pleasures and

Woodrose

Woodrose short poem

The whole truth was porus, a hard punch on my face. We stood on the edge of lies. Body twisted at several places, mutually hating, yet telling sweet nothings, bored umpteen times like eroded hisses. The shrieks belie the red

Insects On The windscreen

Insects On The windscreen short poem

Wherever we leave to No matter whatever we run away from Just be certain These shadows we ruthlessly shed behind Will pull us back one day right here itself.. This baggage Yes, those you once said; of old rags Can

Traveler

Traveler prose poem

We have erred from the path. We have succumbed to the illusions of our foolish desires. We have extended our hand to brush against her beauty, even if for a moment. We have broken our vow. For this we have

Greatness

Greatness short poem

Some of us have it Most of us Wish we could just touch It for a second But few have any idea what it really Is or even how It’s formed that pulse You feel when want or desire so

Holi Special…

Holi Special... short poem

Holi Special… A special day, a special week, Neither I say nor do they weep, A period of celebration, a feeling of getting affection, Making good relations, in form of Benediction, Colours make pleasure in life, without it we can’t

Tears Of An Irish Clown.

Tears Of An Irish Clown. ballad

I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only

Not Afraid

Not Afraid short poem

An acute feeling as if an arrow struck me – vector of time, unidirectional flow of existence became clear to me. I saw its beauty in brighter colors and stronger forms. I felt that I was born. And I knew

In The Domains Of Irrelevant Passion

In The Domains Of Irrelevant Passion short poem

A demanding desire Soaring up Chasing me to the outskirts of Contagious passion To enhance the beauty Deliberately smuggling in All the reachable resources Every chemical blend That would add the fineries Often tranquil imitations Rousing up the glamour In

Little Secret

Little Secret short poem

Ssshh. Don’t let anyone hear you. Don’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our little secret My friends can’t know. Turned into they know we are fucking not that we are together. I’m just not ready yet. Can it be

Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams short poem

I saunter down a shady boulevard Walk on a rocky, uneven path My shadow trails behind me slowly Hunched-back, dragging a lead ball wearily Every step is a torture us both As I walk bare-footed on slivers of glass Each

Enough Is Enough

Enough Is Enough long poem

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

Verbatim

Verbatim short poem

Can you come outside of you? The dream inside a dream of the show. It must go on. For prudence of plucking from singularity of indifference, of mooning. Once upon a moon in timeless moon a green snake entered the

A Saintly Trip

A Saintly Trip short poem

I know that I will be taken shoulder high, to a celestial Kingdom foretold, located in realms beyond the distant Sky. I know that I will be adorned in a tunic too bright to behold, to meet with Saints and

The Un-haunted House

The Un haunted House short poem

The cook was in the kitchen The gardener trimming vines I went down to the cellar To fetch a case of wine I came back to the parlor And much to my surprise There stood Master Pennbrook Right before my

Don’t Want To Race

Dont Want To Race short poem

I feel so lost today amidst the people I know should I give up now or should I strive to grow? Again caught I am in this never ending dilemma put my papers today or concede to the official dogma

Through Silence

Through Silence short poem

Silence they say speaks louder than words Do you really hear me? Not here, nor there, know not where But through silence, do you hear me? Memories tender that I hold so near some so dear though some not so

The Pain

The Pain short poem

Remember to forget, Forget the pains from your past, They say, as they always do, And if may you dare To lay your soul bare, You would want to say, You’re who you’re, as longs as Your pain lasts. You’re

How Can I Word What Is Beyond Words !

How Can I Word What Is Beyond Words ! prose poem

Tried , Recalled and Moved backward in Timeless times of Total Recall ! Tried , Tried , Tried and Tried to Recall the Timeless countless times and my words Totally Recoiled into Silence ! Silence is the Elixir now that

The Wax Palace

The Wax Palace short poem

You were half-crazy saving little buds brutalized by storm in a yawning night. The ugly silver of a fringe group becomes intentionally a hate cult, developing an epicenter for stripping to devastate a religion. The ghosts are walking in the

Some things

Some things short poem

There are so many things that happen, Some things are too subtle And some too apparent. Some, however insignificant, bring immense joy And some, no matter how big, make us cry Small gestures Simple words And great pleasures Silences that

Each Thorn Was Crying

Each Thorn Was Crying short poem

Sometimes I will interplay the secrets: faded rose in a book, a distant star spelling out your name. When I go, will you come to my home? Hold my eyes wide open and become my iris? I wanted to see

Who Is This John

Who Is This John long poem

Who is this that keeps me awake all night long, Who even my pride bows down, Who fills all the gaps in my puzzles? Who my world feels so huge without them, Who is the epitome of beauty; my prince,

Unsolicited Reward

Unsolicited Reward short poem

Ceding to all expectations having given up on hope Demons return to accost and at vulnerability grope In self imposed severance there is so much I can take Me too breathe a human total tolerance can’t fake Slack line flung

Her Life’s Journey

Her Lifes Journey short poem

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

He And She

He And She short poem

He says, In your lovely eyes you have a combination of blue and grey, a pair of strong magnets, and a ton of sunshine smiles. You have gait and posture of a Pine, movements of a classical dancer spontaneity as

The Reason

The Reason prose poem

When given a deep thought a certain realization hovered over my head. …truly everything happens for a reason, a reason that sometimes may be an unknown illusion, sometimes the things we curse and at times something that overwhelms us to

The Summer Of 2000

The Summer Of 2000 short poem

How will I forget the sunny day when I was repeating the routine of usual Sunday I was looking at the canopy from where the rays came oh god !! I was feeling so lame I could feel the rays