Best Feathered Poems

I hope you would still remember me as we were,

every time you see pristine 

passing pomegranate hues of the horizon.

When clouds smear our unspoken love 

in inexplicable figurines,

of those simple moments we 

reignited beneath our own twilight, 

reliving our dreams in 

remaining rosy dialects of...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Constance La France, using some of her poem titles. This is, again,  inspired by the "Title Wave" contest that was sponsored by our Soup member Richard Lamoureux last year. Thank you Richard Lamoureux for...

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In a room that once commanded great respect,
stage lights began to hiss with heated anticipation.
There were sounds of alcohol infused rumblings
and laughter rolling through the rows of seats
from the tongues of young fancies whose foibles
await the reverence paid to tales that may last 
a lifetime.

A...

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I open the cemetery gate and walk a winding path
the ancient trees sway and reach out for me as I go
I pass mazes of headstones
like time feathered in stone
there is an unwritten absence within me
so many unspoken words
unvarnished words

there are things isolated within my heart
things...

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Tethered, Weathered and Feathered


Whom is that man who got tethered?
Looks like he is overly well weathered
Oh my, he really, really got feathered.

Written: July 17, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C...

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On Feathered Wings

dispatched to heaven 
on feathered wings of angels…
a child’s fervent prayers
 




Inspired by SKAT A’s contest....

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Feathered Seasons


Peering out of the nest
newly budded tree limb swaying
jostling me as I await
the early bird of spring
returning with breakfast.

Dust-dancing in the heat
testing my wings
in cat stalked gardens
leaving home
at mother’s request.

Dodging the blowing leaves
red crested trees mimic me
as I revel in ripened plenty
puffing feathers in...

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Nature be my religion;
Prayer be my dominion.
Words felt but unwritten;
In fields of green and crimson.

I am a dreamer and a drifter;
A non–conformist, resister.
The wind is my whisper;
And the moonlight my sister.

I wear flowers in my hair;
Quote Shakespeare and Voltaire.
Have no qualms to swear;
Can make peace...

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There is song in birds—
Mildly, their throats: (peep peep peep)
Rouse me from deep sleep;
They perch on my window sill,
Wings tuning the glass at will....

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Silently, he stood on the edge of a mirrored pool 
For breakfast, he'd have to do a bit of wading
The egret's feathered image I wanted to capture
among wild cattails at this early morning hour.
He seemed to sense that I was watching him.
Stilted legs twitched, poised...

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Feathered Dreams

snapshots of a moment
pebbles in a pond
ripplings
of a life
stirring the surface
ruffling feathered
perch bound
dreams


©12/25/2017

submitted to – contest 380 ANY FORM OR NONE, ANY THEME...

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A baby bird fell from a tree
Right in front of mini-me,
He tried to fly but every lift
He fell back down and ran quite swift.

The mother of the baby bird
Fed it’s beak upon the earth,
Guiding it back up the tree
Then there was another three…

Birds…

The baby bird...

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Tranquil thoughts
breathing
of slow kissed sights
comforted 
in expelling this light
languorous trembled gaze

A mask promising nothing
yet yearning to taste 
now pushed aside

Risking this pull 
stakes everything

Claims made 
forever washing
though tears of ecstasy 
now rolling free of 
ducted bliss
trailed warmth of
cored beings
exquisite dripping 
yets

Serenades of wanting 
traveling through...

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"feathered dreams"

you appear as only you can
breezing in softly as a feather
whispering sounds of a bird and
with angelic love shown through

each night before closing my eyes
I wish hard waiting to see you
asking still to hear your voice
just as a cardinal there you are

lasting footprints clearly...

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Have you ever seen a duck come in to land… on land
It’s an eventuality that nature never planned
For ducks that land on water such a graceful splashdown make 
But should they land on terra firma… it sure ain’t Swan Lake

Each one does a belly flop,...

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