Best Flamingo Poems
Written: January 23, 2024
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Their melodious humming drifts
through the fragrant night air
carrying a sense of tranquility
In this enchanting universe
where dreams come true
A delicate whisper
of silver breeze captivated softly.
Trees are lavishly graced
with azure iridescence
visualize an idyllic scene
that is truly magical
in this hypnotic realm
trees sway softly
as lilts chortle jubilantly
dryads are ecstatic
lullabies spark with
flamboyant emerald
fostering faith
in forfeited souls
lack within intricate
maze of their dwelling
scarlet nests tucked
high on twigs
An oasis of passion
where silence draws.
Lullabies load breeze
with a warm glow of opals
orienting dropped souls
In a mystery of
their abode once again
trees adorned with snugly
hidden crimson nests
a setting of love
where harmony sway
arbors wrapped
with stunning splendor
a vibrant tapestry
of dazzling majesty
their heaving hues herald
heaven with hypnotic hood
In this magical mannerism
musings mantling
In an ephemeral haven
of natural magnificence
dryads whirl and
trees sway peacefully
The winter-worn sky reveals a
faded, shimmering bronze and
gold shade, reminiscent of a
withered vermeil and naiad
fluorescent opals, paired
with scarlet demantoids in
smooth charmeuse enamel
mesmerizing maelstroms
of crystalline bonfire
flamingo flowers fit
with a fiery symphony
akin to the reverberations
of a silken folk melody
on the horizon
they shrink to hypnotic ink
scribbles on violet skyline.
You strut with pink, exotic flair
an exaggerated bird with Picasso shape
your wandering neck and abstract beak
bend and toggle, squawk and pace
your splindly legs cause a rumor
wildly fascinating and long on humor
asleep, adoring a one legged stance
unique, you deserve a second glance.
flamingo sunset
just the hour their world's afire
whispers of moonlight
orange and pink sky
hues reflected in water
nighttime is dreaming
elegance and grace
commanding all the twilight
remnants of beauty
Flamingo (Paintings by Patricia)
Fairest flamingo of my memories,
oh, I loved watching you from cool shadows
reflecting your beauty in pink and rose,
gracefully wading beneath tall palm trees.
Fairest flamingo of my memories,
your long bill traced ripples in sun-laced pools.
Slowly, you drew water colored jewels
that artfully danced with a flowing ease.
Fairest flamingo of my memories,
when I see you, I am nostalgic still
for times I’d pray for one pink-feathered quill
to float to me on a delicate breeze.
Sometimes, I can feel my summer dress blow
in pink-ruffled dreams of a little girl
waiting for butterfly wings to unfurl
and the bright-winged flight of my flamingo.
Fairest flamingo of my memories,
how you charm my dreams on a delicate breeze!
Written - 7/11/20
Contest - Bird Poetry
Sponsor - Constance La France
The body electric; it moves about
On fire from a heart that has exploded.
Suspicion of me; eyes on me. I didn’t do it!
I merely sat idly by while they killed themselves
With drink.
I have a drink, and perhaps I shall
Have another, and the humanity of
The world will reflect in my glassy,
Blood-shot eyes.
I had a last hope but I gave it up,
And I am in pieces on the floor like
A mismatched puzzle; you can’t put
Me back together because none of
My pieces fit.
Whore, you dirty, exhausted mess; you are
Me in the mirror. That’s me, right? In this
Skin suit? In this foreign body?
The air is poisoned, and I can’t recognize
Anyone anymore. God has sent us plague
And fear of touch.
Diamond eyes, blue as the salt sea linger upon
My swollen flesh. Whose eyes? Lo! They
Are mine. They have always been mine!
I haven’t cried for you in a decade, but here
I am wearing your topaz ring,
And I can barely feel it there.
I am no prophet, yet I predict that I shall fail
At any sort of love other than yours.
I’m brave now because I took a pill, crushed
It between my fingertips and allowed the
Powder to travel through the cavity of which
My very breath emits.
My pupils are like the tips of a ballpoint pen,
My brain is swimming in luscious grandeur,
And it overwhelms me in a fantastic way.
Which one is the real me out of these
Two personas? Dry or full of the nectar
I’ve just consumed?
Whichever it is I am tired of me.
Scars, scars everywhere; so jagged
And never subjected to the fading
That stitches would’ve provided them.
I taped myself up like a doll that had
Been torn apart. I feared to remove the
Tape, lest I look upon the gaping wounds
And white muscle beneath.
Do not fear me. Beware.
Thou art no migrant bird, O Pink Beauty,
But forced art to fly many a long miles
Looking for fresh habitat and water,
In search of new breeding and nesting isles.
And in this search of a shallow wetland,
Ye fly hundreds of miles in patterned file.
Once there, watching ye take off on webbed feet,
Ah what a sight when ye lift off in style!
Thanks to vast wetlands getting polluted,
Despite thine number threatened art thou still,
What with habitats getting degraded,
Should ye lose out, oh what a cruel ill!
I watch when ye fly in flocks of thousands,
Then settle down sighting the right wetland
Or marshland, with friends and family bands,
What gorgeous a sight ye turn lifeless land!
And now a word about thine mating dance
That pairs of males perform to charm females—
Their magical synchronised head movements,
At climax a wing salute does regale.
It's strange, O thou Lesser Pink Flamingo,
Thou art no ‘lesser'— colour nor number,
Nor beauty, nor yet dancing style ye know,
Only size that thou art any humbler!
Soon as monsoon comes to its end, I think
Of thine flocks to turn wetlands a deep pink!
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Reminiscing | 21.09.2020 |
Entered for "All Yours (May 20) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
A flamingo on the lawn? Oh, yes!
With its s-shaped head so pretty.
Make fun if you think you must.
Fill yourself with giggles
At your house, not mine.
Flamingoes have
Feelings too
Pinkish
Ones
Someone once burned a pentagram outside my friend's apartment
The day after, in the courtyard, he stripped off all his clothes
Silently perching on one leg by the edge of the pool
A faceless neighbor giggled, "he's gone flamingo".
After a brief scuffle -they carted him off to jail...
Hesitantly, I posted bail I couldn't afford
The very next day
he stood on two legs
fully dressed
We put in an
honest days
work as if
nothing
happened.
We were excited to walk on our favorite beach…and at the same time ascertain…
if and how our favorite beach had been affected by the hurricane.
Some parts were still flooded…and just as we had feared
although there was still a beach to walk on…much of the sand had disappeared.
The sky, the trees, the water retained their vibrancy but…near as we could tell
many of the vivid hues that once painted the beach had been washed away as well.
Until we rounded a bend where in a pond formed by the tides
enjoying a little food and drink…
was a bird we’d never seen on our beach before…a flamingo…painted pink.
“Excuse me, flamingo.” We said. “We’ve never seen you on our beach before…
If you don’t mind our asking…how did you come to land upon our shore.”
“I was flying with my family from the Yucatan” she said.
“It was a beautiful summer day…
when a storm came out of nowhere…and then…I lost my way.”
“I got separated from my family…I don’t know if they’re alive…or dead.
I’m scared…I’m lonely…and I’m hungry.” that pink flamingo said.
So we sat with the her for a while…at the place where she’d been blown
to help ease her sadness and her fears…and so she wouldn’t feel all alone.
When it came time for us to go we reminded her how we’re all family…
every creature…every woman…every man…
that we hope she’s soon reunited with her flamingo family
and that we’ll check on her as often as we can.
As we walked away and she returned to finding good thing to eat and drink
In the washed out colors of the beach we looked back and said a little prayer
for that flamingo…painted pink.
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
a pink flamingo
standing proudly erect
blows away plastic
Have you ever seen a flamingos legs
And wonder about the angle
What appears to be his knee
Is actually his ankle
wings Para Para pink fans fly into the sun the lawn is silent
Flamingo Dance
Such a prissy flashy crowd
Pink burlesque feathers sashay left.
One leg up the other down
Drop the neck and touch the ground
Graceful poses in bright hue
Ibis dances two by two
Shuffle faster, ruffle feathers
Real life pink Flamingo dancers.
With the classy curved beak
You nudge your mate's cheek
And you both give a romantic look
Oh! That's my favourite click
Those slender zig-zag legs float
on water like the beautiful boat
And amidst that seren lake
emerges my angel to ruin my ache
White gown, the normal angels don
On you, the pink and red hues drawn
Such a special archangel you are
And so shining like a pink star
Lacklustre lake it was; neglected
Until your graceful advent
You dipped the dull monochrome frame
in reddish hues, the place now, a fame
Oh my dear Flamingo
Your colors, flaming! Oh!
My pain you take and go
Oh my dear Flamingo
Dedicated to my dream bird Flamingo.Yearning to see it atleast once in my lifetime...