Hawk Poems

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

Night of the Radioman – Hawk Hill

Night of the Radioman   Hawk Hill prose poem

Up here, the indecipherable universe Unfolds into a trillion starry mysteries Spreading light-years above The crowded frequencies of Earth Crackling in the atmosphere Transmitting to ten thousand towers of Babel Scattered across the hills like spores of static And the

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Dying Young

Dying Young short poem

He forded the river like you see folks do in movies: the current up to his ribs his arms raised up but his hands hanging. each stride he took swivelled his body entire his limp hands tore rents in the

Poems containing references to : Hawk

Four Feathers

Four Feathers long poem

Tied at the four corners, Knotted so tight, Unable to disentangle, Nauseated they feel, The Four feathers. Flowing tresses in the wind, Blowing in the wondrous spring, Balancing toes with the sing, Spreading arms to enfold, The moments to devour;

I Will Be Me

I Will Be Me prose poem

I never really knew who I was, I always adapted to my surroundings. I clung on to the people around me and turned into someone they wanted, just because I wanted to be liked. Trying to blend in like a

The Fall

The Fall short poem

This fathomless free fall of hollowness This unceasing relentless devouring of happiness May it cut so meaningfully deep…. as deep as my heart once sang. For the wounds reflect an unyielding hope, untouchable memories, cherished moments. Ascent and descent ..

In The Depths

In The Depths short poem

In the moment of silence, there alone, just me, no one else, I feel the terrors of my mind. Breathe… The effect of life on my soul. The raging storm, in my mind, the lack of peace, the power of

Solitude

Solitude long poem

The destination of life is same for all, Just the path gets contrasting as we crawl, A few reach the destination with comfort, And most reach it with a lot of tiring effort, In the end heads are high for

Homonym

Homonym short poem

Don’t you agree with my ability to loosen up on our times in no night? A river thing was flowing through foliaged silence. In deranged hour of the neck tie, you throw up obscenity on road. What? Chicken hearted? Sickle

Easy To Forget

Easy To Forget short poem

Somewhere the truth lies still and frozen why can’t we measure ourselves? Measure the unseen depth? Not for gain, not for bliss. For inner tranquility, moving into the time where living and dead meet. The silhouette of circling hawk was

The Survivor

The Survivor short poem

Old hawk swoops down on a tree, waits for a drama to enact soon. First sun makes a wake-up call, small insects flock in green field, they dance and sing and have breakfasts. Tiger-bug is hungry too. He arrives, gets

Above The Law

Above The Law short poem

If the bees can’t sting within their wax how can they attack outside? if a snake can’t swallow a dead rat what about a flying bat? the lion has shed tears when a rabbit intruded his territory. A tilapia has

What has become of me

What has become of me short poem

what has become of me in this land of nonsense where I trivialize myself for the notion called love why do I expect what is not to be why do I desire what is not mine why do I seek

The Grapes Of Wrath

The Grapes Of Wrath short poem

Well there’s Hooverville on the edge of the river haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver major organs ready to burst open cuz day

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

The Presence

The Presence short poem

The hawk was landing. Squinting at the urgent need of slaughter and hope – among the frightened hunger of truth, of running feet in the tall grass. A world apart in seeking the reality of dying for earthly love. I

The Sahara

The Sahara short poem

The blazing sun it scorches the dry golden sand. Up above a Red Tailed Hawk screeches it echo’s for miles yet not another sound.. The intense heat waves add to the stillness giving it a more desolate eerie and lonely

Toeless Journey

Toeless Journey short poem

The hawk was always hatching a pacer, to spin the surveillance, tampering the tracks of violence. The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes went on to spread the dragnet striking gold from the liquid denials. The sovereignity was violated of

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Pink Eyes

Pink Eyes short poem

Pigments on rocks were darkening. Violence had permeated like skunk. Enough to go numb. Stream of blood. Entire limbs were missing. You want to go insane, deoxygenated. The bomber was going to face a firing squad. Were you ready to

Going On

Going On short poem

Hardly he could see the sun And the eyes misted by fog. Walks and walks this frozen lad Until the unknown terminal. Who could he rely upon? Accompanied by the woods. Singing a song of folk, Nothing but walks on

An empty search

An empty search short poem

The smoke rising from the depths of the night, Is filled with your memories still bright. The unknown souls that roam the solitary streets, My dreams are a part of their unending meets. That which lies buried under the concrete,

We Are No Different

We Are No Different long poem

We are no different You and I I saw your fingers hesitate to pull the trigger on innocent satyagrahis And when you did, you shut your eyes tight You saw me lift the weightless body of my son And when

A Frightening Dream

A Frightening Dream short poem

After a sacred kill you thrived in scriptures. Many centuries have passed for us living without you. Thyme will preserve you body, your brain, syndrome, for our children. When the apocalypse starts, Arctica would keep the seeds, grains, alive and

Holding You In Mind

Holding You In Mind short poem

You’ve crossed my mind many nights. Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind. Wandering your body with my hands. Filling my fingers with the skin I’ve dreamt so much about. The things you keep hidden. unraveled in

Blunder

Blunder long poem

It was one of those bad days where nothing went right In frustration I banged my forehead against wall Frustration turned into anger and my forehead resembled a mountain I put Ice over the bloated forehead to melt it down

Identity

Identity long poem

What is your history? And what is your identity? Are you related to your identity because of your history? And what is identity when it changes every century? Nations and invaders enter into each others’ lands Some foreign leader make

Daughter Delite Series: Exquisite Bonds

Daughter Delite Series: Exquisite Bonds short poem

A mother’s thoughts to her baby.. A look from your angelic naughty eyes, Enchanting, and bustling as blackberries, So innocent, real and without any guise, That it makes us anytime, so merry! You are so teeny, tender and delicate, Your

Words Unexpressed

Words Unexpressed short poem

With so many thoughts buried deep within, But with no words to express her present state, Her heart felt very dry as if it’s wooden. A thousand things,it wants to convey A million words,it wants to say. Still it doesn’t.

Empty Eyes

Empty Eyes short poem

There is something familiar about the pain Always around always te same. Dull inside ,empty eyes Tired of the worlds lies. Looking at pain uttering a grin Am I lost in my sin? Will this go away? Keeps on coming

Real Magic

Real Magic prose poem

Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

Laetitia’s Decree: “I, Happiness, Happen”

Laetitias Decree: I, Happiness, Happen short poem

I, Laetitia – I decree I happen! In the soul’s sublimate and subliminal state, Whom the twists of fate misshapen, I unwind! Come! Seek me! Visit! I grant visas and vistas with no use-by date! Soul-twisted ones! Stay or transit

Regeneration

Regeneration prose poem

The bright red sun blisters my dreams When I wake softly like a fragile flower unfolding for water to take to grow Learn as my memories of flying high into the sky above the deep blue sea Rivers rapid flowing

The Gush

The Gush prose poem

It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,

Clarity

Clarity ode

Through the veil of mist and uncertainty your smile split the haze, and between its part I saw a truth that shook the chains of my creation to a crumble. What was my reality became the unwanted memory of a

I Wish I Could See

I Wish I Could See ode

All I ever wanted is just you and me, mistakes that I did broke down us beneath.. It’s me who laid down all the fights it’s u who helped me tackle my plights.. Every tear for you is worth tonight,

Soul Mate

Soul Mate long poem

Loneliness that breaks my heart When I am alone I think of you When I think, I remember you When I remember you I feel pain When I feel pain I cry for you My heart aches for you and

Along The Sorrow

Along The Sorrow short poem

Fire in kidneys was burning the basket. Privacy of green thumbs was intimately involved. Let us share the candle light march for the blossoms, who would not stay for old birds, Read me again the epitaph of the martyr, who

U-turn

U turn short poem

The wind whirled, turning at a point, The bamboo leaves sounded cracking after being bent- With the “U-turn” of winding blow- There is no way to know- When the wind will change its phase- Turning to east or west? Only

I

I short poem

I am not defined by your appraisal ratings. I am not defined by the fact that you nag me for being a unconcerned husband, or yell for being a failed father. I am not defined by your hollow looks every

A Benediction

A Benediction long poem

May the droplets of dew that aesthetically adorn The orange hued sun rays that shine through the morn Refract through the glistening moistness of dew And shower rainbow upon rainbow on you May the breeze that condenses the vaporous air

Maa’s Love

Maas Love short poem

A mother and son returning from the school mother carrying the heavy bag and the bottle in one hand, another fully extended— covering the child’s head with a palm overworked lending little shade from the scorching Mumbai sun her own