Best Cygnet Poems

I am blue,
So very blue.
Maybe, I am literally blue,
Like that unhappy little Smurf.
I want to have some real friends.

He is red,
So very red.
Maybe, he is...

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i am a Close relative of the goose and duck.
You’ll find me protected, respected like royalty,
halos ripple around me, Gently gliding wings outstretched in a...

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Mom's
bosom,
milky pond,
nest, where divine
twin swans, with warm cozy wings, count twinkling
stars till cygnets return from deadly zones.
Behold, how swans
swell their wings
to warm
son.

(Syllable count: 1/2/3/4/5 –...

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The wind moves

It moves in many ways

How it moves

Like exotic scents of purple lavender

wafting 'neath a harvest sun

and  the rise of sour yeast

inside a...

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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and...

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I was born one day with the glistening sun.
Mom says I am her baby and I have a name;
One of twelve called Cygnet born amongst...

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Submerged in thought, my mind flows. 

I'm a majestic river 

with all it's curves and bends

running over rocks  'round obstructions

gathering strength and speed.

Above I...

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Submersed in thought, my mind flows. 

I'm a majestic river 

with all it's curves and bends 

running over rocks  and around obstructions 

gathering strength...

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My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist,...

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“Cygnets usually begin leaving the habitat when they begin to turn their eventual adult coloring. Once the feathers and wings mature (approximately 8-10 months of...

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Incertitude
Who am I...?
Am I the first born son, emanating from a fire of passion?
Am I the long lost hope, rekindled, ravenous in the eyes of...

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la lumière dans tes yeux respire la beauté

so elegant the cygnet glides
a glass top glint speaking out
a call to day, here shadows lay
in the depths...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife - trois

So all I ask, would be
inviting, offering, and ushering me to 
top secret cygnet committee
to give this average sized 
chapped...

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Bravo for their workless piece,
Men with fastened coats can burnish
Poets of the early earth;
whisper lyrics on their breath,
And the child that has had no birth,
smells...

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Delighted by birds’ coloring books
Awed with stories on biblical fowls of the air…
There’s my special child, unperturbed
Eyes glued to a science book he’s trying to...

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