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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To Mom

To Mom short poem

To mom: You were there when I took my first look at the world. And you heard my very first word. It was not just your care, but you showed gentleness And made me feel like I was the best.

Words Of Wonder

Words Of  Wonder short poem

A word on a line joined with many and more A story to tell from behind a closed door A line on a page, a paragraph to make From a thoughtful sage or the ones who forsake A page in

The Lost Planet – Pluto

The Lost Planet   Pluto short poem

After the silence of the pith-black night, I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform, may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say.. In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your

Light & Distractions

Light & Distractions short poem

To spread light – is my desire this alluring world calls for me, even the most beaten boulevard still doesn’t know me I am obliged to it. The soily path calls for my feet to hug it I blink to

Birth

Birth prose poem

The Universe is a machine. It’s a machine that creates. It has the raw materials in the elements. It has energy sources in the stars and it has the software in mathematics. It takes these things and creates life. Through

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Separation Or Death

Separation Or Death short poem

These lines are written by dipping My pen of sorrow in an invaluable ink pot This hot, red ink-you may know -is the Blood of my HEART ! You can decide the caption of this poem By reading it fully-if

A Bright Start With A Dark End

A Bright Start With A Dark End long poem

When life begins all anew When all battles seem new A new life has taken birth A new journey on the same old earth. Then crawling and creeping all around Making a fuss with all that is found The little

This Morning

This Morning prose poem

This morning I awoke, You were the first thing on My mind: You were the sunrise Spreading your golden rays Across the sky. This morning I woke up You were the fresh rose In my garden Your tender petals blowing

Holiday Boredom

Holiday Boredom long poem

Here I sit because I did not choose To waste my life in the empty living room But in actual fact, I had nothing much to lose It was the holidays, and I was young Here I lie because I

Thoughts

Thoughts short poem

Thoughts…like the errant schoolchild slither away from the channeled course on to vistas new and varied either divine or ignoble bringing it back to its primary groove is a task onerous and arduous But..aren’t our thoughts the cradle of all

Language

Language short poem

When it comes to communication, It is what connects humanity A strong bond that keeps the human race together So different, yet understood communicate orally, non verbally It will make sense, more meaning When spoken, learn it, or sign it

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday short poem

The trees grown before her house in morning forms Behind which clear sun with mild effulgence As if wishing my dear beloved HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The plants from which the same flowering trees encircling odours Had taken first roots on unknown

The Try Angle

The Try Angle short poem

How can I Hope to fly If I’m shy ‘Bout The Try? “Do or die” Choose to try Lose will I Without The Try. And if I Buy the lie “Pointless to try” Dreams will fly Out of sight. Far

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel long poem

A Dream of Being in a Trefoil Tunnel In one out-of-body, space, time and dream, I am a shade swooshing in a trefoil stream- In a tunnel wherein a whoosh up is a glide Round a bend that is a

Today Is The Day

Today Is The Day short poem

Afraid to move, to motion, to show anger or decline, too frightened to protest, to persist, to throw arms open wide, to look up, see the sky, fight for freedom. Look up. See the sky. Today’s the day to grab

Who Is She

Who Is She short poem

She is a cold hearted Walks with random dresses and those messy hairs Her stunning expressions melts the tough hearts She is silly girl with so much class Her character becomes story which cant kept in an any frame She

Time To Shift

Time To Shift short poem

Behold our world so tired, torn, and insecure Filled with high tech answers, but yet unsure Nation after nation, fighting terror and crime Does mankind’s DNA force us to be so unkind? Many are seeking solutions, while others whine When

White Girl-black Girl

White Girl black Girl short poem

One was just a little shy the other just smiling wide hand in hand they go their way singing songs as they played Neither noticed all the glares they ran about without a care climbing ladders, and swinging on swings

Desire

Desire short poem

In the midst of my dreams , I saw a desire floating by, It stretched its hands, Beckoning me to rescue it, But, I moved on indifferent. Time passed and I dreamt another dream, Another desire begged to me, I

Unblinking

Unblinking short poem

Long staring see umbrellas and outfits overexposure occurs contrast fades subtle shapes vanish impasto stands clear gouges, ridges nose breaking free of a rugged face a glacier calving touch the membrane between universes sometimes this way sometimes in dreams energy

Him

Him short poem

He plagues me Filling my mind with anxious darkness He chases me Haunting me through the day and into my dreams He curses me Young years replaced by pain He mocks me Telling me I am nothing more than a

Death- An Inevitable Truth

Death  An Inevitable Truth short poem

Death will drain, Life’s every strain. All things will mend, After death in the end. Be it big or small, Death has its role. Death is not a notion, That fears no pill or potion. Life is a maze, That

Supernatural

Supernatural long poem

inside my brain lest I refrain lies a deep impulse to explode the notion of love that comes from heaven above I was given this gift as a child with pad and pen & a need to pretend hands, heart,

Toeless Fear

Toeless Fear short poem

The name calls the name spraying the moon with red colour. It touches a nerve, when there is standoff on the lake. A blueish eye invades an iron space between near solids of docks. The gap was widening and the

Weave It Your Fate

Weave It Your Fate ode

Free we are born Surrounded by Modern and torn Idle and sly Put together your thread Just soar ahead With a sustainable choice Raise it your voice Weave it your fate Never be late Establish now No matter how An

Unending War

Unending War short poem

Preparing jaggery from palm juice the resistance is splashed on face for the vision of peace. A pre-emptive trapeze breaks the monotomy of transsexuals. Intimes of peril the ancient conflict becomes a broker to fire the night. A ball of

Be Still

Be Still short poem

I want to see the deepest traits in your stare Place your book down Silence the music Bury insistent work Subdue arts colors Rest God’s words Close the family album Blow out all star lights Wash perfume’s illusion Move not

A Freedom Cry

A Freedom Cry ode

People who care Are always there They come and go To plant to grow Hope for the captive To break free and active Active indeed Is every seed Irrigated by A freedom cry The seed is a tree That will

City Lights

City Lights short poem

City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature

Punishment

Punishment short poem

My father beat me that flat arc celluloid comets white and orange clattering into corners flat thwack the vengeful ball finding my belly he’d run me all around the table drowing in sweat blistering feet he’d cheer my points then

Use Your Imagination

Use Your Imagination short poem

Dull, dark, dank and desolate, Standing amidst the crowd of all things ignored. It mulls over the utter uselessness of being bestowed, Upon the creatures that so nonchalantly wave it off. What purpose does it serve, what fortune does it

I Am Happy And I Know It

I Am Happy And I Know It short poem

I am happy and I know it This all seems to fit After I fell through sadness’ pit I had to be happy I had to be beaming And not screaming This is such a nice feeling Of excitement and