Canaries Poems - Poems about Canaries

Canaries By LoLa The afternath of crossing paths The war that waged; our demons’ wrath Our minds intwined in broken trust The dawn of fall; a slave to lust Weapons turn from phaser to stun Countless trials we shouldn't have won savagery done; just chasing a thrill Searchingly seeking a reason to kill Lovedrugs served to turn us cold Injected fates for prayers to hold The light...

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So many numbers Being tossed around~ And all I am counting is Missing colour and sound 9/30/2019...

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A bouquet of canaries came calling. A yellow rose quartette. They expected nothing, just sweetly sang. Preened the pangs of life away. They were just looking for a place to rest. The had been flushed from the hills and valleys. but never did they once complain. Life continued on. With days and nights of water colored nonchalance. After some time, I noticed their plumage...

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There are parakeets and canaries flying here. Gone from the pet shop, they have escaped their prison and are free to fly the sky....

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PAIR OF CANARIES Gilt twins winging Through sunlight streams In their window at home Filling their golden yellow days. Spring and swing A tiny jump not far from the other Bounce along the perch, follow close, And neck rubs neck. Twittering their timeless melodies Through the window from their world Of wires and mirrors glittering Light music in the sun. Sharing water...

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Melodic voices rise in perfect harmony, Canaries singing The canaries songs fill the air. You can't help but smile when you hear them. To wake up to their singing fills a persons soul with joy. Melodic voices bringing a perfect start to my day....

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Kisses from insolvent grave, Stole the dying breath away So dizzyingly fast, It escaped as fleeting vapour; The hackles bristled, raised, Clouds of ink on sunny days, As scratching quills engraved Upon white paper Who among the sprawl could feel If it was or wasn’t real, The secret of the dream Beyond the ruffle of the curtain? Beggar soup and furtive fate And how long we...

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