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Nigdaw May 14
take up valuable real estate
live in their own ****
birthing in their own faeces
we call them vermin
and hate them
because they are so much like us
adi Apr 21
I clipped my wings so I can drink with sailors,
Walk amongst them on my frail feet,
To be man is all I ever wanted,
I chugged it all and yet it made me sick.
neth jones Nov 2021
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our species is long ploughed over
whittling wind and byproduct mass
war wounds on the landscape proved fertile
other parts
we made long term barren

high above our remains
a creature that calls the homing pigeon its ancestor
and an ancient self maintained drone
continue a long standing feud
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
The dream of life ...

a pigeon came ...
so early this morning ...
stood on my window ...
seeks , while it confused ...
with rapid breaths ...
seeks for some water ...
and love ...
and a bit of loyalty ...
not more ..

asked her ...
from where you come ...
she sighed ...
with a long breathe ...
and looked so high ...
to the sky ...
and tweeted ...
i came from a dream ...
a dream shared with you ...
with every night i sleep ...
because of all words ...
and poems ...
that you wrote about me ...
and because the love ...
that you always send ...
through your words ...
then ...
i decided to come ...
to share you a reality ...
as we shared always ...
with every night all dreams ...
while we both apart ...

then i told her ...
with a happily breathes ...
i'v been waiting so long ...
only for you ...
come let's start our love ...
our dreamy love ...
with a new poem ...
we both write it together ...

hazem al ...
Timothy Jun 2021
the pigeon in the puddle is a reminder
that words are a waste of time
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
hop, hop
two pigeons
exited the terminal
hopping up the stairs
step by step
we watch
from the escalators
as they make their way
to the downtown
without ruffling a feather
Dave Robertson Apr 2020
With fat-winged thrash and clatter
you endeavour to nest build
in the most precarious of places
cat prowled and mown by me
(if a little infrequently)

You’ll have my admiration,
protection
and whatever feed I can find
as I keep in mind
it’s you who show us the
old normal
amidst the new
Dans le flot libre des mots
On voit parfois gazouiller
Entre les failles Corindon,
Hydre-Muse au sang impétueux
D'impur taureau
Mêlé à celui imparfait du pigeon,
Chanter les défauts, les venins
Et les vices de la gemme :
Les vicissitudes du poème de rubis.
Erin Esterberg Aug 2019
I brought a pigeon home today.
Maybe she can be friends with my dove,
If she ever meets him.
I think she wants something,
She's watching me right now.
I can't tell what she's thinking,
But with a spirit so free,
And wings to take her wherever,
I'm betting her thoughts are quite free too.
nsp Apr 2019
"Rock Dove"
what *******
you're a pigeon
a cloud rat
a winged flea circus
if cancer doesn't get you,
a car wheel will
you'll become a corpse to step over
an inconvenience
a meal for real rats
but fear not, pigeon
there is beauty in your death
a collective relief  
that you're no longer here.
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