Best Swallows Poems

The daffodils are dying now,
soft yellow silks wear hues of brown;
in weariness they rest their brow,
against the breeze, in jaded gown.

‘neath cotton clouds and powder blue
the daffodils are dying now;
as fleeting as the morning dew,
their beauty sways by shade of bough,

with trumpets dipped in muted...

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Flying Swallows


With breeze at dawn twinkling sunshine.
Drunken Swallows, flying in wine.

Who else is here? Drunk in his madness!
Destination is near; journey of sadness.

My wings are aging, painful, and tired.
I know for a fact I will get fired.

I’m not afraid of what will happen.
Sunset or sunrise,...

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the swallows soaring
close under dark storm nimbus
while others cower

9 December 2019...

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Where are all our most beautiful swallows?
powder blue skies seem so empty so bare
why does this make my heart feel so hollow?
icons of summer, why do I despair?

longing for a glimpse of this great blue bird
splendour at sight of their aerobatics 
gracefully gliding too and...

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Moisture coated chair and table
     Silvery fog everywhere
Birds sing happily 'pon wet limbs
     A few fly in thick air

The Swallows are back flying high
     Hunting bugs over fields
Their sonar a guide where sight...

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Swallows and Martins,
Passerine birds so graceful;
Aerial by wing....

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Held inside, my third eye flies through the bars 
of this cage. On wing am I, mated I fly,
my spirit undaunted by this earthly stage.
Hollow bones and hallowed heart in play,
I find repast within the air though bars 
contain this sage. With tearful eyes, I...

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That one lost their tongue
somewhere along the way
long ago, the sound,
doesn’t come out the same
anymore, so they roll it up 
like a carpet containing 
a nakedly dead body
of blunt words 
like unplucked violins
untuned to how it all 
really works 
begging to be heard,
and the flowery...

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The Welcome Swallow
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Every year just before the onset of Spring
The Welcome Swallow visits our farm
We have endured the harshness of Winter
And the Swallow a welcome site for sure

For the Swallow hails warming weather
Brings cheer to us for we know Winter is past
For this...

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There are many birds that gather
in my yard throughout the year,
however there is one that I favor.
You'll not find her at the feeder
like the others on the dole.
I think her mama taught her 
the value of self-sufficiency.
She and her faithful hubby
(Oh how that guy is...

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I imagined myself
One of the swallows
On the telephone pole wire
We will fly high
In the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
To my swallow friend
The same wind
Will take care of you and I
We will build our nest in the trees
Even as a bird
I will carry my heart...

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Agonize me, harass me
Burn me, scorn me-
Impale my heart with your cruel venom.

Your scourge- my patron-
I shall frolic and revel in it's hatred

If this be but the one,
-the only way-
to posses you

Left with no choice
-for I'll not lose you-
I embrace you completely
In all your raging...

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Spring tramples the detachment of cold
          it heals a winter's damaged heart
Buds peddle new beauty as trees poke
          roots from defrosted ground

Barn swallows swoop in the cool...

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Sadness swallows me
Darkness follows me
Light reflects me
People dissect me
Through my emotions
Drowning in the ocean...

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sea foam swallows
mine sands
whole
?...

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