Beady Poems - Poems about Beady

...**A Bird in the Hand** From my childhood, I cherish the sweet memory of holding a sparrow in my hands. Its heart raced wildly, igniting my curiosity. Gazing into its small, beady eyes, I couldn't ......

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...Echoes of The Silent Shore .. Beloved.. Nay a word was said between them On that sandy and sun bleached beach But the bodies sought each other out Moving in rhythm and perfect harmony Deep gro......

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...Here comes the uppity bejeweled crow Carrying her loud beak just so and so She is wearing a cape as white as snow Her beady eyes turn on me; they have a glow Flashing gemstone rings are on her ......

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...I woke to a whirring hum— not the low drone of memory, but the sharp, electric flick of a question with wings. Languorous molten air, a stone canyon furnace, and there!— a hummingbird— head......

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...Oh NO….it’s here Hope springing eternal Bringing with it The plague of pollen That nose drip Even a plumber can’t fix Oh, and MUD… AND PUDDLES AND WET DOGS And those spinny things Flutteri......

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...“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bi......

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... That life is a struggle, there's no denying when the distance between light and dark is just one misstep across the boundary line Problematic for mankind since time began Prompted by the remin......

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... Standing at a dusty crossroads, The sun brutally beats down Upon flesh left for dead. High noon mingles with midnight; Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare. ......

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...Adrift in some Mad American Empire I stand in my shadow as the future winds come Looking over the ruins of my nation! Eyes grow dim as the masses succumb Families cry as loved ones are stolen......

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... Listen for the rustling sound of the beady-eyed belly crawlers deceitful serpents slithering on the ground, flicking a two-forked tongue and hissing. They should be heeded as a dire w......

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... He is my little blue parakeet and he loves to play with his jungle gym Sharp beaked he loves to chew on wood and so I call him, my little wood chuck ! He rings his bells and crawls all ove......

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...I'm going to tell you a tale that may frighten you about the precursor of death that will pursue... There's iridescent beauty found on his ebony wings but always of impending death his cawing si......

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...The Crow (A lone voice whispers) No happiness for me and my best friend Tony the pony today For we lost our beloved muse At 2 pm One minute she was in full view Perched on our old O......

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...Chicken Little Much like a messenger to mind, Posed staring down into my face, I sensed a rooster, brash and bold, Was challenging my right to breathe. Thus, in the inkling of an eye With o......

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...Haggis I was walking up Benarty hill When a Haggis crossed my path, It jumped into a puddle As it took it`s morning bath. It splished and splashed in the puddle And then it dooked it`s hee......

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