#owl poems on Hello Poetry

aviisevil Nov 2017

here i bleed colours
of insanity,
what i see, of what i hear
what i think, what i wear
and when i'm not wearing
any skin.

wearily my eyes catch
glimpses of universe,
and of much beyond-
in those colours dancing
on the walls of my keep-
just as i fall asleep,
never wanting to wake again.

there's pain, and then
there's nothing,
absolute in its chaos-
so true, loyal to its creed,
it never bleeds an ounce
of anything, no matter
how much you scream at it.

there's nothing true,
not even the light
even the moon-light
splits in seven
on day, and past eleven
if you hold a prism
up close.

and yet here,
in this tiny room
with no doors-
the colours dance for me,
and i'm not even blinking.

thinking about all those
curses, that still plague me-
ghosts and evil and friends,
and laughing my head off-
as i put my head in the ***.

maybe i'll finally lose it
before the night ends.

Somebody left a disco light in my room.

#night #colour #winter #musing #thoughts #owl #latenight #dark #rainbow

Ryan Holden Nov 2017

Owl - Haiku

Tooting swirling eyes
Watching and listening for
a little brown mouse

#owl #haiku #nature #animals #love #ryan #holden #catullusrp

Clive Blake Aug 2017

No Malice Shown

See the owl in swift silent flight,
Surfing the darkness of the night,
In control of its black domain,
Its prey killed quick, no time for pain.

Don’t be outraged when its victim dies;
The owl’s not a mugger of the skies,
No malice shown when it hunts for meat,
It leaves alone what it cannot eat!

#owl #owls #nature #hunting #prey #food

Tina RSH Aug 2017

Entropy in the forest

Flightless owl
Who knows the dark corners
Of night sky like the back of his hand
His protruding eyes no longer shine
To keep this darkness aglow
Ah Sky, this mourning widow
The evil surges through her blood
‎And removes each star like a brushstroke
Only to leave scars all around her body
This life is poor, ******!
A burning hell with no flames, no light
To keep this mess together tight!
Darkness speaks, and the owl sees.
tragedy occurs out of hand
And out of place
With no good hands to keep it safe
With no trace to track
This world runs amock
Oh‎ this pain never ends.
And sky cries ever louder..
Tina RSH ©

#fiction #surreal #depression #sad #modernpoem #imagination #forest #owl #crying

ClawedBeauty101 Jul 2017

Good Bye Night Owl

Sweeping through the air, it's eyes of white and glow cutting through the emotionless thick darkness

It's speeds going according to the laws of its kind

Traveling for miles and several minutes, just to reach its single destination

For Years, it continued it's back and force pace over and over again

Doing it for the remaining love that still abides

Until one day, as it's driver went blank, her eyes lifeless, her mind mute

The alarming screams of her daughters shattering the peace

The wheels of the owl still progressing, their pace staying at 50 mph

A heart attack impact left a scar in the passenger’s hearts

As the Night Owl slammed its metal civic body against many others of its kind

A silent prayer of an unseen person was heard

The cracked windshield was all the women driver could see

Knowing that it was the Last of the Night Owl that she will ever grasp

Though the Night Owl had it's last flight on Route 57

The memories that were melted into it forever still remain

Good Bye Night Owl....

5/9/15

This is talking about the car accident my mother and two of my sisters got into. My mother had a seizure while driving, and one of my sisters happened to be on the phone, and while she was on the phone, she screamed, and her friend started to pray for us, the Night Owl was my mother's car. How she loved that thing. But it's a shame it had to be taken away, but I'm blessed that the Lord protected my mom and sisters and everyone else in the accident.

#accident #drive #owl #mother

charlotte hope May 2017

the night owl

she rises in the evening,
and the sunset paints her pink.
she shakes off the sleep
that hangs heavily from her eyelids,
and when the orange sky darkens,
she is alive.

the inky blue air shimmers with secrecy.
she smiles for the first time since waking.
how little, and yet how much the dusk hides;
for when the sun surrenders to the moon,
the waking are their truest selves,
set free by the mask of night.

#night #owl #love #moon

Krys Pressey Apr 2017

Wakefulness

I am tired,
Yet sleep eludes me.
My eyes are bright with wakefulness.
Wide awake,
But yawning huge.

Over-tired.
Yawning constantly,
I try to sleep.
Only to be burdened
with one hundred tasks.
Things to do.
Sleep evades me.
No motivation.
I'm just too tired.

Working through my list of To Do's.
I take break, fatigue over-comes me.
Laying down, I try to snooze.
Hours pass while sleep skips over me.
Wide awake,
With nothing to do.

The world sleeps on,
As I lay waiting.
For the time when sleep will find me too.

I can't sleep. Like usuall and haven't written anything in a while. This is my first attempt at creativity in four years. I hope it doesn't **** and makes decent sense.

#poem #sleep #night #insomnia #tired #owl