by James Fraser |
Categories:
hope, love, passion, places
Good morning to you
On this lovely day
Independence is the word
If i may say
I wish i was there
To share with you
A kiss on your cheek
And say how do you do
Take you to lunch
Spend the day
In the warm sunshine
The American way
In the evening we will fish
As hunter gatherers do
Play some music
A dance for two
Into the night
As the owls hoot
Skinny dipping
In our birthday suits
Dried and refreshed
A nightcap for two
As we lie on the bed
Just me and you
But the toll of the day
Tires us so
With your head on my chest
We fall into dreamy flow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php
by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories:
relationship, tree,
My Old Companion
Once you arched where children play,
Heard the laughter and slapping of tether balls;
Roads made of sand with little boy sounds
A long time ago.
You have been my friend, my loyal protector,
Though storms have gnarled your limbs.
Home to owls, blue jays and sparrows,
Your friends, my friends.
I’ve watched your siblings’ peeling bark,
And I believe I heard your cries,
As cracks appeared and chainsaws neared,
You had to say goodbyes.
As long as you will umbrella my head,
As long as you will whisper your truths,
Through seasons’ breezes and your lot in life,
I will love you.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
bird, old,
Night Owl
While flying over a little new town
A nice friendly place called Hooters I found
It must have been opened for owls like me
For my large eyes to roll at what to see
A big building of large red stone and bricks
Full of big plump young good looking stacked chicks
A favorite hangout after sundown
Judging from all the hoots and other sounds
Tonight this old bird will give it a try
I will hoot the hoot and have some stir-fry
The nice environmentalist love me
Now I don't have to sit in this old tree
2/15/2016
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
beautiful, bird, creation, nature, tree, tribute, wisdom,
Owls, Silent Magic In Flight
Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
nightime is the owl's hooting life!
Resting in tall trees in the hollow
the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
owl's eating demands business not play!
A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
to love and admire if one simply tries!
A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!
07/27/2014
Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler
by Liberty Robbins |
Categories:
love, nature, , Lullaby,
If ever there were a winner here
It would be Me, Myself, and I
The one you have so chosen
To hold beside you under nighttime sky
While owls hoot a lullaby
And my heart cries out a little ditty
Goodbye says my heart
To the fear, the
Loneliness,
The unrest, so unsettled in my soul
by William Darnell Sr |
Categories:
autumn, family, holiday, seasons,
Two silhouettes together,
Under the light of the moon
The hooting of owls
They are singing a scary tune.
Dark shadows fly past us,
But my arms hold you tight
With thoughts on our love
We lose fear for the night.
The pumpkin that glows,
On the steps by our door
It seems to be smiling
Make me hunger for more.
The moonlight in the sky,
Shines down to the ground
Glistening the leaves
That covers the ground.
by William Darnell Sr |
Categories:
autumn, celebration, character, color, confidence, creation, emotions, family, friendship love, halloween, holiday, image, imagery, imagination, nature, night, seasons,
Autumn's Fall
Two silhouettes together,
Under the light of the moon.
The hooting of owls
Is singing a scary tune.
Dark shadows fly past us,
But your arms hold me tight.
With thoughts on your love,
I lose fear for the night.
The pumpkin that glows
On the steps by my door.
It seems to be smiling,
Makes me longing for more.
The moonlight in the sky
Shines down on the ground.
Glistening the leaves,
That covers the ground.
by Katherine Stella |
Categories:
adventure, art, childhood, education, children, funny, history, imagination, inspirational, places, seasons, uplifting, visionary,
In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes ****-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay
High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end
Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath
As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......8.5.8.5. etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.
by Katie Mitchell |
Categories:
life, love
Sometimes life is not literature.
Sometimes a clock just tells time,
Instead of ticking down to destruction.
Sometimes rain does not fall to make us miserable,
And the sun does not shine for our souls.
Sometimes rainbows are not a prophecy.
Sometimes dreams do not make sense,
And they are not meant to.
Sometimes red does not mean blood or lust or love;
Sometimes a rose is just a rose.
Doves do not always bring peace;
Owls are not wise.
Sometimes a hug is just a hug,
A friend is just a friend,
A word is just a word,
And we have to learn to live with that.
by Edwin Baldwin |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend
Lover 1
bewitching night
screech owls mock our sighs
toiled forest path
Lover 2
lonely moonless sky
thousand strokes of raven hair
silk sheets undisturbed
jasmine scented candles burn
mother of pearl glistening
Love Talks
Contest Judged: 3/12/2011
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
placed 7th
by Robert Andrew Lyle |
Categories:
childhood, family, mother, mum,
Dear Mum I wish I had known you
As a person not as Mum
That I had asked you questions
Like what you did for fun
Or found out about your childhood
What your home was really like
Did you walk to school each day Mum?
Or did you have a bike
Did you search amongst the hedgerows?
Looking at the young birds there
Glancing over grassy fields
To see the boxing Hares
Did you have a love for nature?
That your whole being did excite
Watching green frogs in the daytime
Owls and crickets in the night
It must have come from somewhere
This great love that I have got
For the world around me
Whether it was you Mum or not
I miss you Mum
by Russell Sivey |
Categories:
holiday, life, old, old,
Pleas for help
Come on deaf ears
Near the old house
Bats roam throughout property
Taking blood where possible
The calm black cats
Take up with the neighbors
Where rats live
They commune with the owls
That love innocent children
Spiders spin webs
Near the entrance to the house
Of an old witch
Where potions are for sale
That steals blood for her soul
Russell Sivey
by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories:
childhood, food, funny, me, me,
FOOD TALK
Olives are so sweet to eat
Avocados are a treat
I love fruit right off the trees
Sneaking honey from the bees
Bread so soft it floats on air
Curly noodles shaped like hair
But I hate broccoli and peas
And tofu burgers make me sneeze
If you force me to sit and eat
food you think should be a treat
If you want me sitting there
You can leave me, I don’t care
Night will come and bedtime too
Owls will fly and hoot at you
Me and food will still be there
Sleeping when you come down stairs
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
children, love
Sleep, my angel, sleep
Our joy will hold until tomorrow
When we both shall rise
When the sunlight opens up our eyes
Dream, my darling, dream
May gentle visions grace your mind
As owls croon the night
The moon casts to Earth its light
Smile, sweet child, smile
Let princes grace your fantasies
Bring you wondrous love
While the Lord smiles down from above
*For Tracie's "Lullabye" contest
by David Smalling |
Categories:
lost love,
The light limps homeward
I have sundry thoughts of you
You would miss this too
The swallows calling
From the thatched roof of childhood
No moon rise tonight
Clouds are curtains here
Nor moon, nor joy can cross them
Owls mourn far away
I know you trembled
Not when sea-bound the willow wept
No diamond rot
Beautiful and bright
Are words defining coldness too
Or color of snow
My hostage thought yearns
For pillowed breast and good rest
The frail dream of you
by Russell Sivey |
Categories:
holiday, life, halloween, moon,
There’s a full moon at Halloween this year
With characters being dressed up as death
Everyone loves to bring a lot of good cheer
While evil tries to go and take your breath
There are flying creatures that fly by night
Owls, ravens, and bats are to name a few
They love the full moon with lots of fright
Going all about scaring everybody and you
The haunted house which is upon a large hill
Is the most frightening place you’ve ever seen
A place of great fear, a place to give a thrill
All these things are on this night, Halloween
Russell Sivey
by Srinivas Veepuri |
Categories:
jobs, life, night,
I live in a city that never sleeps!
Notice people moving here and there…
Engaged in their routine activities…
Minding not their surroundings!
Those who love burning the midnight oil…
Found busy working night shifts.
Those who are pleasure loving…
Found visiting pubs, nightclubs and theatres.
At night they don’t sleep;
In the morning they don’t wake up.
Aren’t they the creatures of the night?
Creatures of the Night Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date: 18-06-2022
place: 3rd
by Chicano Eddie |
Categories:
i love you, longing, lost love, love, miss you, romantic love, soulmate,
"A STARFISH ON DRY LAND"
she’s filled in the empty
space of my bed.
she’s just given me all of
her pain as she rests her
head on my chest.
she’s here.
her hair is curled and full
of the love she thought was
gone.
in a few minutes, I’ll kiss
her goodnight and we’ll be
one again.
typewriters last and the
owls fly tonight.
I hear the silence of our
youth weeping in the chains
that have been broken.
what took you two so long?
our lips touch.
our hands meet.
our eyes close.
goodnight, my dear,
goodnight.
By: Chicano Eddie
by Julian Scutts |
Categories:
bird, humorous, irony,
Hail, little birdie perched on tree!
What hast thou now to say to me?
“A little bird has told me so,”
As many say. This well we know.
How joyfully I hear thee tweet!
Not every tweet I know is sweet.
Though tyrants sneer and gluttons burp,
How glad am I to hear thee chirp.
It’s always big birds get their way,
Owls and eagles, night and day.
In arid wastes do vultures lower,
While hawkish eyes green pastures scour,
But birds there are that stand for love,
Most notably the turtledove.
No leafy twig a raven bore
When Noah’s eyes beheld no shore.
Spurn little birds? Why be so narrow
When there is One Who marks the sparrow?
by Opemipo Akinsoyinu |
Categories:
parodyme, i love you,
I long for my enemy
Yesterday I wanted to
But couldn't because of the shawl
Everywhere I go is a mirror
Him that lives in me owls for a call
Worst enemy,best friend
Hate that I love you so
Beating,heating,hitting,biting
Just a piece
All I'll ever ask for
My sojourn ends where yours began
I'm weak but not like him
That starts not to finish
Intimidated by the obvious pull
What a Shylock?
I...I....leaving me speechless
Mouth dropping,gaping wide
Needs an approval
Golden kisses.filtering 'yeses'
I die to stop my...
Can I be my lover?
Never 'll it be
Till the end of the world.
by Joe Maverick |
Categories:
introspection
They are flowing like linen,
Like water; in the air
And the cosmos above,
They can fill the soul to its weal and whole
With echo, with sensations,
Or the sense of true love,
Not just a skin-deep (feeling) deceitfully leaving
An inner dimension that yearns for a teaching...
The essence of anger..! A view of green pasture,
At three in the morning
As owls hoot, or a mouse pipes,
These events are encrypted,
With other great mysteries
I grasp at their presence,
I strain toward a promise,
I sense deep fulfillment...
With enrapturing
World Brightening words...!
© Joe Maverick 21-5-2009
amended 19 02 2012
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
feelings,
Aunt Leota gave me a snazzy dream catcher.
She is my husband’s aunt.
I love it! I told her.
Pretty soon I was getting owls for every birthday.
You cannot imagine the Christmas owls she found.
Owls saturate my house now; I have hundreds of them.
I was never fond of owls, I admitted to those who asked.
It was the dream catcher I was excited about.
I kept this to myself though, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
by Lisa Ricci |
Categories:
allusion, appreciation, celebration, sky,
"skies of night"
within the still of nights life breathes
peace surrounds both sides of windowpanes
far and wide owls oversee through darkness
across all corners upholding pride and honor
telling all is well in elements of outer panes
making viable luminous peace beyond inner panes
where love transfers evermore to have and hold
for stars and moon take over with loving care
shining brightly through radiance seen and felt
never sleeping life embodies both sides of panes
skies of night never miss never rest never fail
SkyWatcher
03-30-23
by Gregory Ramos |
Categories:
sorrow, time,
In the glowing side of evening faced houses
Hooting owls distant echo sounds
Still awaiting the dawn
Partners restle for hungry passion fleeting
Dreams of homecomings
Streamers banners awaiting for hours
Love is lost at dusk
Wind graces the tall grass
Bends and aches towards
The east where life comes
And goes as I face
The glowing rise
Of my mood
Love scattered milky way
Wraped blind my heart
So careses yesterday
Moments in time slips
By for tommarrow I fly
In the glowing side
Of evening
by Subasree Gunasekaran |
Categories:
father daughter, love, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, writing,
In the darkness of a rising hole, there came the flash,
liting up her eyes, as she went to it
She saw the same man carrying tons of veggies to sell,
for he needed to give her some notebooks to hold
The man seemed to be a close relative to the owls, Staying awake the same as them
Nowhere to be seen except for the time when she needed him
The moments were there, when he held her hand so tight, refusing to quit in the battle of life
Being the best man in this life of her, she pleads to hold him in her eyes as always,
For this existence means a void without him