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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
8th Mar 2022 10:48pm
8th Mar 2022 10:48pm
Remember The Dove
When it's one of those days where everything's gone bad
Your heart may be heavy and feeling sad.
When you encounter, in your midst, some trouble
And it seems you're paying double
Remember the dove....
When the sun goes away and seems to forever hide
When you're feeling fearfully-scared with eyes open wide
When your heart is pounding hard and fast
And you can't seem to get by or past
The dark night that just settled ahead and above
Remember the dove....
What about this white mysterious dove
That one should grow to love? ...
Your heart may be heavy and feeling sad.
When you encounter, in your midst, some trouble
And it seems you're paying double
Remember the dove....
When the sun goes away and seems to forever hide
When you're feeling fearfully-scared with eyes open wide
When your heart is pounding hard and fast
And you can't seem to get by or past
The dark night that just settled ahead and above
Remember the dove....
What about this white mysterious dove
That one should grow to love? ...
#courage
#inspirational
#birds
#sky
#admiration
9 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 5:42am
8th Feb 2019 5:42am
Owl Series: III
Fists on its hips, a schoolyard monitor,
the sky readies to sheave the crying,
rolling. Whodunnit. Some honking clouds
the wetlands, next to the honkings
which zoom. Choose wisely
without saying- says the black-headed
mother. “Ours is a story within the fringe
of where. My head is not a flag of surrender.
Wear white only as they do at Ganges.
Do not recess when the ground is met.
Hatchlings..” She bows a half-heart. Lessons
as simple as the hook. Lessening
the betrayal. Survivor. Stretching a betrothal. ...
the sky readies to sheave the crying,
rolling. Whodunnit. Some honking clouds
the wetlands, next to the honkings
which zoom. Choose wisely
without saying- says the black-headed
mother. “Ours is a story within the fringe
of where. My head is not a flag of surrender.
Wear white only as they do at Ganges.
Do not recess when the ground is met.
Hatchlings..” She bows a half-heart. Lessons
as simple as the hook. Lessening
the betrayal. Survivor. Stretching a betrothal. ...
#birds
#nature
18 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Owl Series: I
Bugs are attracted
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
#countryside
#birds
#narrative
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
10 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
Survival
Carnage in the forest, smashed
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
#trees
#birds
#nature
23 reads
15 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
The Collector
1.
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
#birds
#morality
#dreams
#sea
#MaryOliver
29 reads
28 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 7:40am
14th Dec 2024 7:40am
Majesty of the Eagle
Through dense green webs of ancient forest's breath,
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
#birds
#nature
33 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:14am
29th Dec 2024 5:14am
Feathering the Nest
Feathering the nest
Before I set off in search of
Food for the babies
Sing my song in a sing song
Man cutting the grass
Hears us in the trees
Chirping and fluttering
His flute is his whistle
Sets down and tunes up
Beauty in Nature
Feels like we have the keys to the kingdom
Blades of grass are sliced down
While a cardinal with a red hood
Sings a song calling to nature
Man picks up what they’re singing
Calls it off in a sing song
Hear some babies chirping
Waiting...
Before I set off in search of
Food for the babies
Sing my song in a sing song
Man cutting the grass
Hears us in the trees
Chirping and fluttering
His flute is his whistle
Sets down and tunes up
Beauty in Nature
Feels like we have the keys to the kingdom
Blades of grass are sliced down
While a cardinal with a red hood
Sings a song calling to nature
Man picks up what they’re singing
Calls it off in a sing song
Hear some babies chirping
Waiting...
#beauty
#birds
#nature #sky
#nature #sky
44 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 4:30pm
23rd Feb 2025 4:30pm
Pigeon Holed
Oh dear
It's near
To that time of year
When the pigeons
Start performing
Life sex shows
On my balcony! (not an euphemism!)
It's like pigeon pie
In the sky
Coo!
by Jemia
It's near
To that time of year
When the pigeons
Start performing
Life sex shows
On my balcony! (not an euphemism!)
It's like pigeon pie
In the sky
Coo!
by Jemia
#birds
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #sex
#LifeAsAWriter #sex
47 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 5:33pm
28th Nov 2024 5:33pm
External Wombs
Disconnected
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
#birds
#birth
#nature
55 reads
0 Comments
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