Love Poems About Pigeon or Pigeon Love Poems
by Gail Foster |
Categories: bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,

The Gift of Eros

The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye

by Gail

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: animals, death, hope, imagination, inspirational, love

The Crippled Pigeon

The crippled pigeon
Who had the gift of love
Adopted three orphaned
Bunnies; sheltering
Them under her tiny wings
Love was in the air 
With this tiny little dove

by Adelle Benade |
Categories: birth, death, faith, happiness, life, missing you, remember,


Life is a battle if my love can see,
The world seems to live in its own miseries ,
Still i promise to play my part,
Loving to the end until i loose my heart,
Flowers of this bond will never fade,
Like a bride adorning her with amber and jade,
When good chants rhymes in ivory night,
When venus tells its pigeon to sore new heights,
Even when grace of god is hidden in dark,
Chord of love cannot be made apart.

Categories: love,

let's fill the empty red soul


with no shaft

white pigeon 
flying over sky 
spreading love

closed eyes, breathing fast 
in twin one human

spring leaves dance slowly 
as humming sound of couple 
in alone green wood

let's fill the empty red soul 
now pink sky greets us 
to idyllic Shangri-la

-January 22, 2020 Chattogram

Syllabic form

Categories: love,

silence in love

silent ache 
oh in heart; 

silence gnaws 

ah injured there 

silence in love 
groan of pigeon couple 
while we think this 
sound of love 
where the rhythm of momentary separation 
brings unsolicited burning scar inside!

-October 06, 2019 Chattogram

by Weston Gregory |
Categories: desire, girl, love,


Precious by Weston Gregory 

She is the kinda lady that leaves a man
wanting more
breathless, excited, immerse in 
precious kinda crazy
an open door to charms impossible to 
ignites fire sears deep within 
and erase fears that you have of things

absolving instead of making you live in 
regrets smothering ring
a spirit so free you crave to bring her in 
but well you know that life would be like a 
so wanting more you leave her be 
an eagle soaring 
than a park fed pigeon

by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: love, marriage,


It's a ripe hour under shield
And tranquil carefree splendid of the day
Quoting the splendour combination of beauty
It's the time on the lovers on board.
A butterfly pretty and pigeon beauty
Both are true and are mine
When duos redeemed, I was there
A babel of noise to must bubble
Won't I be backbitten as a backbencher?
I am an ally of the lovebirds
Background temptation must let go here
I am a friend and a best man to be
So, so and so thought should excuse my tract
And let me remain a matchmaker under zephyr.

by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: funny, poetry,

The Butt Of My Own Joke

My verse is free
My cadence my own
But maybe I should stick to
I Do Not Know
For trying to find
A pigeon hole
Constipates my poetic flow
While I love to cook
I love to taste
I'm hard pressed to follow a recipe
I'm here to admit
Despite my best efforts
It simply isn't me
So in I Do Not Know
I will push my poems
Such should suite me fine
There I can stick my rhyme
Wherever I like
Including where the sun don't shine.

by Gregory Golden |
Categories: imagination

Wings of Love

This temperate heart
Carrier pigeon of

by Mohammad Reza Sh |
Categories: cry, love,


Don’t cry 
I  have no idea whether my leaving story is real 
I remember that once I wrote on the wind wall
Iam not alive  without night
In this undoubtedly faith in love 
I am afraid of night s loneliness
What wrong have I done that I have to like my leaving 
I understand of your love that love is a scrawled  writing  on the  wall
Is a writing  on feeling leaf 
Is walking beside loneliness of dried leaves
And is farewell of a pigeon who lost his way to home for years
You didnt draw  me in this white painting 
And I will remain in this puzzlement 
That my leaving is real 
Or your white painting 

by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Categories: destiny, love,


They speak at length about the moral.
But I know the pigeon
and its custom
to alight on the shoulders
of the children,
on the palms of enamored,
to sleep
under the roof of Notre Dame.
They speak at length like a wind
in the gutter.
And we are the Sunday bells.

See, the pigeon – dear.
See, the pigeon.

by Sallam Yassin |
Categories: love, summer, winter, words,

Call of summer

Birds of season in the air
Maybe slipped out of sleep
from bottom deepest of the heart
Earnestly coolest of the all
Out of alleys
Beyond the locked gates
Out of the lost
In coldest fields
Sweet of lips
In season clinging butterflies
A passion messenger of the heart
With Pigeon glued balmy
landed in my bed
Sent of summer
In winter lonely coldest bid
Words sweet
Birds of season in the air

by Alan Blenkhorn |
Categories: allegory, stress,

Steady Work

A completely white, proud pigeon scrub
Waddles in and out, of the push and mud
At heart a, beautiful dove
Everyone would surly love
Ticks infest and picks at his ribs 
Yesterday’s dinner still stuck, to his bib 
By the weather
A single goal, in mind
For more food, to find
Never seems enough
It has made him, street tough
At the end of the day
He’ll fly
To a perch
Forgetting about work
Inside would be, the best
But, he is a realist
He just needs a short rest
Some sleep
Then back on his feet
Maybe tomorrow
A different street

by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: animal, beauty, inspiration, nature,

A Pigeon Eyed

A Pigeon Eyed
A pigeon greeted me
 When I was at it, reading
Walked herself in through the ajar ingress
  She sniffed and picked from flaw floor of scattered grains
She swiftly savored them one by one
  Through her beak to the neck
Conveyed to the gizzard and the next

Her visitation, the wonder I long evermore
 Only that she was terrified at first our eyes met
She wriggled, quivered, stunned and then flew
 An august visitor I would love to welcome once more

         © A.O, 11/9/1435  - 9/7/2014

by Christine Saputo |
Categories: bird, writing,

Urban Doves

Outside the window ten pigeons descended from above 
Cooing and singing a song of comfort and love 
Every morning they came less one
Still every morning their song they sung
On the tenth day one came alone 
Singing and cooing his song on his own 
He sang all morning until the night 
Never once leaving my sight 
His cooing and singing suddenly stopped 
In a reverent bow his head dropped 
He stood motionless seeming to become bereft 
That was the moment you took your last breath 
He cooed one last song and then flew away 
I believe he was your guide to Heaven that day
Some people see a pigeon as a nuisance and a pest
But I know they are Urban Doves whom God has blest

by LaTisha Parkinson |
Categories: art, childhood, depression, family, father, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, mother, people, philosophy, sad, teen


I feel like feces in a toilet
unwanted and flushed away
like a rotten egg; scorned
cracked and then thrown away
maybe even like spoiled milk
one taste and i make you sick;
then i'm thrown away
i'm like a bugger in your nose
you just got to get rid of me
like pigeon poop
you wouldn't want me to touch you
it's funny
because to me, you're
like a million bucks
i'll want you all the days of my life
but to you;
i'm just a tissue
that you use
and then,

by Samantha DeWitt |
Categories: nature,

Angry Bird

a couple
embracing life
in the magick of love and their closeness

wonders why they're not paying attention
to his flustered 
squawks and stomps

and not with
his own true love
he is a pigeon on a soul mission

by Mushtaque Barq |
Categories: devotion,


Go with the wind Oh! my pigeon
And sit on the minaret of my Beloved
Kiss it softly, gently and sacredly
And come fast, pierce your beak
Deep into my heart to feel that touch
Of love and devotion.

Do go over the lovely vales
And do pick the scent of roses
Do go over the velvety rocks
And pick a touch cozy gentle
Do go over the Oceans' deep
And pick the sheen of cool breeze
And don't forget to pass over my ailing heart
For every pulse ,there , looking to be healed.

by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: earth, love,


If I could
this world
I would 
set it free
bring back
the Dodo
Passenger Pigeon
and replant 
every tree

by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Categories: lost love


how fast we give up
to the thought
and tomorrow shadow
covers us up
but we had set off the place
not existing on the maps
from a shore like a pigeon
we kiss the eyelids of the death
but those ones in the mirror we don’t dare
and drown into our voices
till Marathon is an attack
of a heart
but who will be the messenger
for us

the betrayers 

The book "The Man Who ..." 2009

*Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
© bogpan - all rights reserved.

by Karen Deeks |
Categories: nature, nostalgia,

For The Love of Dawn

Mist loiters with poignance
 Enchanting... near silence
 With distant jubilance, beloved wood pigeon
 Praise calls Dawn
 Invites her welcoming gaze
 She adorns chiffon and lace
 Sheer elegance enters
 Eyes praise her dew drop smile
 She promises much today
Unveil her aura as a slow release
 So we may
 Inhale her sweetest of scent
 Pure as crisp cool linen
 Grass bends submissively, weighty dew
 Which tinkers delightful
 To the beads of life
 Pearlised webs adorn her as dignified jewels
 She is oh so smileworthy
 As promising as a brand new lover
 Unveiling just for us
Thank you Mother 

by Virginia Waters |
Categories: autumn,


   munching with my mate
   buxom burgundy berries
   autumn pigeon date

( I have a red guava tree which the wood pigeons love, eating 30 berries in one go - just swallow after swallow. Usually leave all fruit for them.)

by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: bird, giving, perspective,

I can't help falcon in love with you

                                severed pigeon wing
                                       at my door

                                   gift from above

(true story)

by Fungai Njenga |
Categories: love,

Who is love

Love is a martinet
A displinarian who has 
Panel beaten the minds 
Of the madman
I'm no exception for
My heart sings
The pigeon music

by Mehdi Hajizadeh |
Categories: death, life, sad,

I cringe When the Smoke Comes

I cringe when the smoke comes
Of the crippled boy leaning on the ground
Creeping toward the sounds
Of the birds of love, celebrating
A cremation party with bounce.

I cringe when the smoke comes
 To the hardy knight’s pout
Under the hyena’s slurping sounds,
To the immolated pigeon on the ground.

I cringe when the smoke comes
When a holy page burns
Bunches of lilacs and roses.

And I cringe and cringe
Whenever the smoke comes!