Best Flying Bird Poems

Look, a bird, a little bird!
She flaps her wings, clapping the wind,
Is she fleeing away from the earth?
by flying a crossword.

Oh, the little bird!
How does she so hesitate and wonder?
Is she struggling with eager?
Or because she has to suffer?

She's been flying day and night
must be...

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the green leaf of oaks
cusps water in gentle hold
for the flying bird...

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Mutant of human,
Whose view-less wings
Took him so high,that envisioned life
In whose, voice bird speaks:
What I was, not me today.
Serving to his hunger
Losing myself, to make him alive.
Wand I use of a witch,
Mind into a river switch.

Far out in the sky,
Entangled in solitude,
Lunacy,where, my ore smelt.
That...

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A flying bird I am for heavenly flight;
No enthralling branch can hold me tight.
Free I am from all the passing years;
not submitting to the baseless fears.
Free I am from all the worldly chains;
staying away from all the bodily pains.
Free I am from all the endless...

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"Flying Bird"

I hatch an egg
With a smile

   Thinking

What kind of bat wings
A mystery created in my mind

For  care& love I started growing with it
It transform like a butterfly
With a bone of bat wings feathers of 
 An eagle body  of a...

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Oh,flowing lovely bird
Such lovely fowl 
flowing beautiful bird
flowing lovely bird
flowing cute, blonde bird bloody, brutal bird 

So flowing lovely,  
flowing lovely, busy, bald  bright, bouncy bird 
Lovely, big bird  blue, blackbird 
Let so flowing lovely, brilliant, brown bird 

Yon bitter bird flowing...

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I am in miraculous event for flying of bird-fishes acrossing phone-screen. I know just now what they have flying behaviour- am I stupid? Or, technology of flying they found are clever for them. Bird-fishes are not just across my dream. My eyes entered into their...

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Like a flying bird they swayed 
To the flow of a beating gong 
Like two little kids that played 
To the sound of a native song 

All the others came to dance 
Flock of birds; flew high and low 
They soared together, all at once...

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A bird that's born in a gilded cage
learns of flying at an early age
Even though it must call its own home
a perch inside its small, golden dome.

To spread its small wings one day, to soar
over mountains, oceans, even more
to fly to greet early morning star
are...

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IF I COULD FLY

If I could fly,
I would sore up high,
Above the clouds,
Caught in the wind,
With the other birds.

If I could fly,
I would flap my wings,
And land on a flower,
With the other bees.

If I could fly, 
You would see me,
Darting here and there,
I never tire,
I'm...

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The Cage
Upon the trees, I built my cage, oblivious. 
Invisible bars forged with hollow expectations
and the echo of my doubts,
a sly structure of limits
that I thought would lift me into the blues.
In a trance, I followed the rules I wrote in silence,
the demands I carved...

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