Best Swans Poems
Upon the slow-flowing river,
Suddenly swans
Scud quickly away.
From round the bend I gracefully glide,
I am the queen of them all.
And quickly my king arrives.
The dance of love begins.
We bob our heads, wings quivering,
Necks entwined.
Unruffled snow-white plumage.
In time my eggs are hatched,
Cygnets are so cute.
How quickly they grow.
Now we are a royal family
Suddenly swans.
Summer's sweet swans share
white winged feathers
Wild and free as they bow their
long graceful necks.
Artistic as a poet's painting
of fecund flora,
Nature's lough at Coole, their
peaceful dwelling place.
These white majestic creatures
swim silently near shore,
Aesthetics adorn blue wondrous
waters in a white flotilla
As reposeful ripples evenly extend
to encompass the heart.
Coole's liquid sheen shimmers in
Lugh's luminous aquatic
Oneness, as mating pairs begin
their winsome waltz
On placid waters where swan
calls echo in stereo.
Lilac's sweet scent in breezes
serene and romantic
Elevate the soul as evening's
elysium visions enshrine.
6-27-20
~First Place~
Summer Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
*Coole: ( Irish: An Chúil) is a village in County Westmeath, Ireland
*Lough - Irish word for a lake - a body of (usually fresh) water surrounded by land
*Lugh-the god whose name means "shining one" was a Celtic sun god.
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Swans so gracefully gliding o'er lake
Delightful scenery they create
Dressed all in white feather finery
True beauties of the lake dynasty.
Falling in love with love forever
Swan mates dance on water together
Singing a swan lake song as they roam
The glorious lake they've made their home.
When swans in love kiss with a beak peck
A heart shape appears betwixt their necks
A smaller vision between the eyes
Romanticism in lake's paradise.
Swans raise their precious baby cygnets
Till they've grown to become strong and fit
Off to their own world they glide away
The circle of life in a relay.
Elegant they live, with poise they die
On angelic wings away they fly
Then when they've entered through heaven's gate
Swans will sage nirvana with lake sate.
Two swans in a pond
In symphonic dance
Bowing to each other
Submissive obeisance
Meditating romance
On rippled vows
Rousing feathers
In flirting advance
Exchanging affections
In a wordless song
Courting seduction
In dignified stance
A sensuous replay
Between stimulus
And response
Floating on arousal
Sanctifying foreplay
July 22, 2018
NOTE: Poem based on the video clip.
Grace had floated royal
among the sweet summered months,
and not a moment had passed
without the nectar of love;
Three feathered lords so fledgling
white-black,
sleeping white at noon,
'neath arbors brawn....
where the nestles are soft with love,
and dream to host all the world watching;
from horizon's scarlet painting pink
the billowed white hues ---
and black-purple from the Lord's smile
What crimson disguise five plumed hearts
beating as one,
return again o'er Swan Lake,
or with eternal love thy cherubin ponds;
with fountains swooning infinite grace
then they are gone.....
to privy their existence made,
sleeping black at night
('neath the gaze of tomorrow's moon)
the future brim with wind....
elder wings at dawn,
unto valor in evening's song,
fain to life again....
(flight of thy Royal Swan)
***Dedicated to the black swan and Queen's royal
swans of Ottawa***
Two swans swimming in beautiful bliss -
a pretty picture of spring’s splendor is this.
Wonderful, white birds – like soft snow -
they so gracefully glide serenely slow.
Pale pink blossoms all around -
blooms fallen float on the pleasant pond
that the April sun smiles down upon!
Dec. 20, 2021
Now used for A Strand (1056) Poetry Contest
For Timothy Lee
My fried anxieties and crisped lonely would unite
in my sleep's repeat nightmares where a roster of
random monsters pursued their viewed vile end of
me. My pulsing terrors urged I run fast but my feet
always turned to absurd concrete, freezing me caught
by monsters queued for fleshy chews.
Then came you with blue eyes sparkling love shades
and a grin that could persuade. In time, you subdued
my frantic bits and wooed me spooned in shared sleep.
In your arms my nightmares soon altered, changing to
tame, chiffon waters where I sat, posed, upon a beautiful
swan who gracefully glided me to happiness beside
wondrous, sister swans.
You, yes - your love, turned my monsters to swans who
fulfill me in dreamy captures as we sleep clasped in love's
depth cast. Nightly, swans sail me thru morns detailed
in dawn’s hue by love’s truth.
Regal swans grace my dream phased sleep because you
love chased me.
Soft and sensitive they fall
Is it beautiful white swans
with fluffy white feathers light
Tickles on the nose
A moment poignant and beautiful
that it is impossible to remain unmoved
The whole sky full
Millions of snowflakes
they fall softly no sound
Silence ... hold your breath
They melt in my hands
So similar, but so different
It falls millions of snowflakes
and the earth is colored white
05.12.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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A pond quivers in demure gusts,
cygnets of morning light undulate
with lithe ripples. Winter thaws,
the sun arcs over feathered rainbows
as ice sculptures bevy like water lilies
on April's frigid cobalt.
In abrupt squall webbed feet prance
on a mirror, capturing saffron exhalations
of rapt poppies, a wild umbrella splayed
like tumultuous cumulus, ending a reflection
of snow angels promenading
in boundless cerulean.
I wonder how aware they are,
what shadowy sense of self
occupies their brain. Perhaps
no more than a flicker
of consciousness glows
in the far reaches
of an inner dark,
sufficient to propel them
here and there for food
and find a mate,
just printed circuits of flesh
programmed for survival.
They seem content
in their grace, moving gently
through the sunlit water,
swimming towards me.
What picture do they have
of me. Am I just a shape
categorized by the level
of threat I pose, a button
for them to push to get
a piece of bread, an oddity
in their way.
And yet we are here,
knitted together in this gifted
moment, alive, each encased
in an identity, confined
to our little bubbles of being,
floating the surface
of some infinite
and unfathomable mystery
where all minds meet -
although I'm eternally grateful
that I'm not a swan,
I don't like cold feet.
choleric clouds, suspended
over the leaking lake
the rebellion of a teenage face
cross-eyed, ferocious
bereaved by a split pancake
baffled by life’s inconsistencies
a vortex peeks out of darkness
ready to ripple and run her mascara
suddenly swans, as the sun vanquishes the storm
a rare epiphany twirls in her mind
graceful snow wings dapple the outskirts
of time
playful and daring to proliferate
a smile across the freckled face
she embraces the curvature of a poet’s neck
and spreads her august wings
the wild and homeric transformation
of an ugly duckling
she amazes her friends
4/6/2019
Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Maureen McGreavy
Our Tall Duckling (original title)
Our daughter, always through her childhood,
at least a head above any other girl in her class,
stands somewhere offstage now
with long lashes darkened by mascara
and with lips and cheeks painted pink.
She waits with other nervous pre-teens in her group
where I left them - acting silly and softly giggling
as many twelve-year-old girls grouped together are wont to do.
Adorable kindergarten-age girls are now on the stage,
tap-dancing out of sync to the tune of “Stray Cat Strut.”
As their music fades, they prance away, stage-left.
Our Angela, strikingly tall in her white sparkling tutu
and angelic as her name implies, sets foot on the stage
as if leading the flock of other lovely daughters
of other proud parents.
We collectively hold our breath - cameras ready -
as all the young girls converge in the center of the stage,
on ballerina tip-toes and with graceful, fluttering arms,
suddenly swans!
April 12, 2019 Inspired by Maureen McGreavy's Suddenly Swans Contest
the trees are hued green
and woodland paths are leaf scattered
twilight touches the water
to mirror the trees and sky
upon gentle ripples
among shore reeds
a group of white swans gather
then
all of a sudden
they rise up
on boisterous wings
above my head
mate by mate
then, calmly they settle
in the distance
to drift on the deep water
mystifying
and beautiful
The swans
By Michelle Morris
06/02/2023
Two swans swim on the ocean
Beautiful, gliding together
Love and light highlighted
Nature's infinite blessings
The waves reflect back blue cool
The sun echoes down yellow warmth
The swans are white purity in motion
The sand blending black, yellow and white stripes
The swans swim on, uncaring of labels
They just exist in this moment
Living their lives with exuberance
Embracing the seasons and tides
This pair illustrates love and devotion
Showing us all that loyalty is a blessing
Life goes on without human intervention
Nature free to flourish in glorious ways
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Does the caterpillar understand
it will become a butterfly so grand
Does the tiny ugly duckling realize
it will be a gorgeous swan, life-size
Does the blind, featherless baby robin know
that off into the sky, it will breathtakingly go
They, of course, can't imagine these things ~
That requires a human mind with wings