by Gail Foster |
Categories:
bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,
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
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.
by Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
love,
silent ache
oh in heart;
silence gnaws
passionately!
ah injured there
deadly!
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 Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
love,
sky
romantic
breast
colorful
bow
with no shaft
white pigeon
flying over sky
spreading love
closed eyes, breathing fast
existence
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
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Syllabic form
1+3+1
3+1+3
3+5+3
5+3+5
5+7+5
7+5+7
by Vicki Acquah |
Categories:
character, emotions, trust,
Double Minded
I doubt that my insides reflect my outsides
Outside, I want to trust and love you
inside an eerie feeling brews.
Outside I smile and carry on
inside my feelings don't
have words attached
just signals of how
you make me feel
apprehensive and rushed.
Thoughts speaking in riddles
reminding my mind
of your unkindly acts
you treat me as a pigeon.
My outside can no
longer stretch to hide
The strain of pain
I feel inside.
How do I look at you
And not feel disdain.
Sad to know my kindness
somehow appeared as weak.
You don't acknowledge what I speak.
Inside myself, I get caught up
Outside myself, I want to show.
What my insides, really know.
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
ignore
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
prison
so wanting more you leave her be
an eagle soaring
than a park fed pigeon
WG
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,
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
This temperate heart
Carrier pigeon of
love
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,
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
Message
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,
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
Untethered
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
Away
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 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,
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,
throw
away
by Samantha Dewitt |
Categories:
nature,
bird
watching
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
because
he
is
alone
and not with
his own true love
he is a pigeon on a soul mission
by Maureen Mcgreavy |
Categories:
earth, love,
If I could
possess
this world
I would
set it free
bring back
the Dodo
Passenger Pigeon
and replant
every tree
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 Karen Deeks |
Categories:
nature, nostalgia,
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
Observe
Listen
Smile
Inhale her sweetest of scent
Pure as crisp cool linen
As..
Grass bends submissively, weighty dew
Which tinkers delightful
To the beads of life
Movement
Light
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
Nature
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
rarebird
© bogpan - all rights reserved.
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 Allan Terry |
Categories:
character, film, guitar, hilarious, i love you, music, romantic love,
I COULD PUT A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
MAYBE IT'LL FIND IT'S WAY TO YOU
SEND BY MESSANGER PIGEON
SOUND'S LIKE A SIMPLE THING TO DO
BUT I RATHER HAVE YOU TO RELY THIS
MESSAGE FOR ME.
TELL MY BABY I LOVE HER
AND SHE'S MY EVERY THING!@
MAYBE YOU THINK THAT I'M JUST WASTING MY TIME
KEEPING FAITH IN SOME ONE
WHO ACT'S LIKE YOU AINT WORTH A DIME
BUT IF YOU KNOW THE WOMAN I KNOW
THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND
JUST TELL MY BABY I LOVE HER
AND I'LL BE BY WHEN I CAN!
TELL MY BABY I LOVE HER
AND I'LL BE BY WHEN I CAN!
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
romantic love, true love, truth, valentines day,
I really miss your muffin-top
when you are far away
Your saddle-bags I long to touch
so come on home to play
My pigeon toes are not the same
without your crows feet near
My choppers miss your cooking too
it “taint” the same my dear
Is my beer belly on your mind
love handles do you miss
and how about my double chin
can you live with out this
So bring on back your thunder thighs
your saggy bottom too
Your fat beau-legged Valentine
now sorely misses you