#owl
It’s a new one now.
I’m drowning from wings to worms,
as I already sense such news
before I even pass through it.
I feel it moving in my blood,
and I don’t let it stop—
as if I have nothing left
to hold onto except this.
I wish I could hold my adventure,
the things I am going through.
The beauty of pain feels eternal,
like it never really fades.
I’ve already tasted the elixir of you,
and bloomed through all the paths
of my life.
But now it seems the path is not easy—
and I am just an owl
preyed upon in the dark.
I am stuck in my own threads,
and even spiders can’t help me now.
And when I needed the scissors most,
to shape my garden,
I was given decades of vanity
and repeated errors.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
An owl sitting in the tree
Looking at me a
wise old owl and
In his tree he's hooting so loud
He'd stare with big eyes
At nocturnal flies and little owl
Then swoop down with nary a word.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:13 AM UTC
the Moon comes around
lighting an eerie night
Barn Owls silently hunt
white witches riding air
the Moon casts a spell
noone escapes her craft
the Barn Owls screech
song from ancient depths.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
The dark shadows
Whisper tonight as
The scary owl takes flight
Enjoying the midnight and
As I gazed out the window
I got a terrible fright
With a Who who so clear
And loud the owl guards the night
With a watchful gaze and
The Owl's sharp eyes observe
Us all in the night.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
Eyes wild, ringed red, gazing out of the page --
the watcher over the wilderness
does not sleep.
In the forest primeval
there is a glade — the real world
of our filth bleeds in
drop by drop, reddening
the sky, and Öli
witnesses all.
Haunted by apparitions
of fear, figments
coming to presence,
barely corporeal in the dappled sun,
the great owl knows better
than to turn away from the unknown;
The aperture, sealed, was yet
made to be opened, and though
the devil tree, screaming blood, vomiting
anguish into the wastes, was felled
and the blasted heath reclaimed by the forest,
Daring trees grow sparsely
and wither around the gnarled stump
where He who has seen too much
waits, hoping that stupid ******* coyote
does not bring the city back with him
...again
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
There are some days
That will never end
Days that take my nights away
Nights are precious
Full of stars and dreams
Nights are the right time to be awake
But days swallow them
They poison them
They burn them to death
And then endless days exist
And love seems like such a manipulation
And smiling takes the effort
That stargazing tears consume
And then winter comes
And nothing stays the same
But everything seems stuck
Days are shorter but disappointing
Nights are long passages
Throught songs I can't listen to anymore
And then there's you in my brain
In my damaged
Poisonous
Mind
Soul
In everything I own
I keep my isolating obsessions in touch
So you can see them
Before really meeting me
Maybe that's why you run away
And when you come back
It's night again
But days are older
And bigger
And turtorous
And you're night
I thought I was night once
I might be a constellation
Watching tears through people
Stargazing me
And you're the whole night
The whole night
And I'm just stars in between
And when you're the day
I never appear
I drink my venom
And I die for as long as
your sun stares at my
bleached hair
Days are suffering manipulators
And I'm just some weird lyrics
Inside some pointless notebook
Written probably in the morning
And I stay there dead
Trying to reach my poison
Because venom is not permanent
And when I finally find it
Through the chaotic words
Of the daylight
The night comes
And I'm a part of myself again
And you're watching me
Becoming night
as you become day
And I don't try to reach you
I'm staying night
You can become a constellation
And I'll drown you
With my labyrinth of a heart
Inside my stars
And I'll be night
And those days will finally end
And I'll be night
And I'll let you finish your morning poem
Then
At night .
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
No recycling
Dump your garbage here
You’ll stumble, stutter
My gesture, you sat.
End with a bump
Strangers and Irish car bombs
Intervention, mortal if anything.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 2:27 AM UTC
If you cast a rod
and catch the moon,
lock the reel;
prolong the night—
some
the owl on the old tree
isn’t yet
wearing glasses,
yet tries
to hoot—
some
as long
as the reel’s locked,
the night’s—
the attire
it’ll be dark
‘till the owl,
the night-blooming jasmine, and sun—
become jaded;
‘till the owl
wears glasses;
‘till the reel’s locked
the owl
must hoot—
some.
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 9:28 AM UTC
Shhhhh …. A world awakes
As colors burst forth, like celestial flares
Blues cascade down, like shimmering streams
Greens and oranges dance, in neon dreams
Amidst this kaleidoscope, a wise gaze meets
Owl eyes, piercing bright, with secrets to keep
Feathers etched sharp, like whispers in the night
A beak that holds the mysteries of delight
A guardian of the forest, a wolf's presence roams
Perched astute, where ancient secrets call home
Two birds take flight, on wings of wind and grace
As the owl watches over, with a gentle, knowing face
In this symphony of color and light
brushstrokes weave a tale, of wonder and sight
A world of magic, where creatures roam free
A testament to the beauty, that's born from painted creativity
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 5:04 PM UTC
Out of the darkness
I claw and rise to see
There is a forest inside.
The green surrounds me.
The sun's rays splatter
Me awake to my open body.
I let in the light
I lean into the forest
With the trees holding me up
- as I tilt to fall
Reinforcing my stand I forgot
- I was a part of.
The green has grown so strong
Like the blood that sweeps away
Inside of me to a rivers tune.
I don't want to leave this place,
Fearing it will be taken beyond
Or that it was never mine.
Reinventing this woodland
That has always been inside.
The pine, the wind through the branches, the owl winks.
It has always been here with me
Compelled to germinate
Waiting for my return.
I lift up my head and the sky
- Is so blue.
Apr 13, 2024
Apr 13, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
A cup of tea, a lullaby
A winter day spent outside.
A warm jumper with frayed edges,
A book bound in leather
With yellow pages.
A love letter and a hand-written message.
Coming home late
For soup and pie,
Outside the full moon
Is watching over us.
Little snowflakes cover the land,
The bare trees sing lullabies.
The barn owl, the snow hare,
They stay cosy in their beds, and
The little birds hide in their nests.
As we go home,
The wind blows,
But we worry not,
We know,
Soon spring will come along.
Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 3:12 PM UTC
Spiraling neck swivel here
Gaze upon my dark shadow
Bestow to me all truth
And guide me through this darkness
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 12:31 PM UTC
Have you considered the owl?
Excluded from days
like a diabetic warned off fudge
Is the carob of night enough?
Sure, it’s dark, possibly smooth
and those tasty rodents move there
But look at the day
with a head that can turn right round
you’d see every rotten thing
Every bad stroke and selfishness,
every creaky knee and thumb
in clarity, loud
Oh to be the owl
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 1:10 PM UTC
Green twisted in bone
Moss growing on stone
The forest floor overgrown
Tree's groan and moan
A predator on its own
It makes its presence known
Its scars are clear and shown
Letting out a long howl
It continues its prowl
With a low growl
Overhead warns an owl
On this quiet night
The moon shines bright
Watching the fight
Blood shining in the light
~18/4/21
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 5:10 AM UTC
Snowbird in the snow
Two unique creations
Part 1
White owl white and pure
Sits and watches .....
falling snow. Quietly.
Snowflakes created uniquely
White, light and heavenly.
Falling down in winter frequently
It was then.....
Snowowl was born silently
Beautifully unique,
don’t know what to say.....
Both Precious creations
Natures art all the way
Part2
Spread your wings
white bird and fly
high into the night and thrive
fly up while snowflakes are falling down , falling down, falling down!
sky’s own created diamonds .
Majestic bird of wonder
Created so divine
Wings like from an angel
White as snow so fine
Part 3
When you look up into
night
and watch skies falling diamonds.
While Snowowl flying winter high
You’ll see a precious painting,
on this blue canvas called the sky
And God our holy painter .
Shell
🐚✨
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
I should be like an Owl
Using nightfall appropriately
Should be scribbling
Painting my words
My fingers should be in a hustle to finish a page
And page after page
The walls if it runs out
Further the air around, as a medium to write and to share
Discovering myself
Finding myself amidst words
Taming myself the way I want
Grammars are paid less heed
Expressing myself in a free verse
Leaving my traces
Leaving a legacy
Leaving a part of me
Through what I scribble
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Ek is 'n alleen vlieënde uil
Ek ry op die rug van die wind
Niemand kan my hou nie
Niemand kan my vang nie
Ek lei 'n nagtelike lewe
Vol misterie
Deur die dag slaap ek
En ek **** ... ek **** nogal baie
Ek sit hier bo in my boom
Ek kyk af op die mensdom
Dom is omtrent die woord
Ek wonder hoeveel wysheid julle het
Ek wonder of julle weet *** groot 'n gebrek aan wysheid julle het
Dan in die stilte van die nag sing ek hoo hoo
Om die bygelowiges en die klein gelowiges te rattle
Veral wanneer ek op hulle huis se dak gaan sit
Dadelik skreeu hulle ... Iemand gaan dood!
Dan lag ek lekker in my vlerk vir die klomp simpel goed
Wat hieronder my rond skarrel ... Aih julle klomp liggelowige
My oë kyk deur julle
En ek weet dat julle my nie verstaan nie
*** kan julle tog ... Nooit!!!
Ek bly verre weg van die mens en die dom
Wat net wil moor en vernietig ... Di's julle natuur
Ek hou my een kant ... Want ek is een kant
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 6:58 AM UTC