Quotes about swoop, page 3
Anchorage
I do not want to take you,
either the road ahead,
or lovely gyrations
on low stage of voicelessness.
The swoop of eagle
on a little bundle,
of chromatic fever:
was it unbirdy?
The tree of death grows taller
than indelible darkness
of life, harvesting
tongues.
Part of me were you,
I had abandoned in fog.
The gate will not open
in common courtyard.
poem by Satish Verma
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Gull In An Aery Morrice
Gulls in an aery morrice
Gleam and vanish and gleam . . .
The full sea, sleepily basking,
Dreams under skies of dream.
Gulls in an aery morrice
Circle and swoop and close . . .
Fuller and ever fuller
The rose of the morning blows.
Gulls, in an aery morrice
Frolicking, float and fade . . .
O, the way of a bird in the sunshine,
The way of a man with a maid!
poem by William Ernest Henley
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes
Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes,
Your grave brow over-weighted with deep thought,
Your mouth's straight line — details of such a sort
That all aloofness in your aspect lies.
And yet when in the dark down from above
You swoop like a great bird or God himself
To kiss, your lips have curves. What changeling elf
Is that soft mouth of passionate close love?
poem by Lesbia Harford
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Johnny that lurks / Cabbage patch Johnny
My vocal chord will spin
Time woven by the gentle hand of Mother
Apple cores and may flies swoop
A gentleman fishing over yonder
Grasping his offspring tight
Yet grasping his rod tighter
In the distance a bicycle bell
Girls with grazed knees
Spitting on doc leaves
Flowers fail to grow today
The sun has died
Where did my diary go?
And who threw this condom over the fence?
poem by Mark Eyre
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Death in the Jungle
When leopards prowl,
When lean wolves howl,
When vultures swoop
Upon their prey,
When panthers leap,
When lions growl,
Then Death removes
His sinister cowl
And soon begins
To maim and slay.
Where eagles fly,
Where grey sharks lie,
Where deadly snakes
In dark holes lurk,
Where scorpions hide,
Where screech owls cry,
There Death awaits
And bye and bye
He moves about
[...] Read more
poem by Tan Pratonix
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
American Tragedy, Channel 36
with hollow faces
and vomited lips,
they turn on the stage
as the people gawk...
enamored with their lies...
both hypnotic and addictive,
they sell an American tragedy
complete with commercials.
the circus wheel turns,
and the roar of the beat
deafens all hearts to the truth.
while out on the street
human mouths bleed,
and the memory of the living
falls back into the shadows....
as great owls swoop the night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
On Emerging From Puddles Of Moonlight
we made a pact-
raka and i
that on every kartik purnima night
he will glow in your balcony
and in mine as well
and stealthily set ablaze
the distance between us
in one sweep
did he swoop down
and left a mark of whisper
behind my ear
on his way back
he carried away
a part of me
and laughed
teasingly at me
[...] Read more
poem by Indira Babbellapati
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Cyclists
Spread on the roadway,
With open-blown jackets,
Like black, soaring pinions,
They swoop down the hillside,
The Cyclists.
Seeming dark-plumaged
Birds, after carrion,
Careening and circling,
Over the dying
Of England.
She lies with her bosom
Beneath them, no longer
The Dominant Mother,
The Virile -- but rotting
Before time.
The smell of her, tainted,
Has bitten their nostrils.
[...] Read more
poem by Amy Lowell
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Black Argument
Driving the moment
you swoop on the clock
expanding the grief of
blue mind.
You said,
I want to know the name
of spilled blood on the dirt road
to freedom of thoughts. The noun
was more repugnant than the verb.
The crowd was becoming
restive.
You cannot raise your children
by feeding them with your hands
and making them sleep in your bed.
Where were the books? the scraps
and waste?
You could have identified the code
[...] Read more
poem by Satish Verma
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Flowering Of The Thought
Belonging
to unbelonging
was becoming a method
exploring the path.
In the backyard unpleasant fumes
were rising.
Nocturnal swoop of enlightment,
clearly becomes a festival
of yellow death.
Who was hiding the truth?
Flowering of the thought in sky
ripens cessation of grief.
Slopes and summits,
bring tears in eyes.
Solace of ancestral home
was gone. Bold ceilings were hung by ungodly fears.
Wet hands lift the body of past,
[...] Read more
poem by Satish Verma
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!