Cygnets Poems | Examples

At St Anthon Garden

We walk alone, towards the sight
There are the fragrant roses bright,
Bees sip nectar, queen kisses drone.
Towards the sight, we walk alone.

In our old age, we hail flowers.
Grown tall after the last showers:
Tulips and bluebells are the rage.
We hail flowers, in our old age.

See the great pond, with insects bright,
As dragonflies fly, what a sight.
Making love for they have a bond.
With insects bright, see the great pond.

In the large pool, swans glide along,
Some cygnets follow growing strong,
Best for them not to play the fool.
Swans glide along, in the large pool.

The small bell rings, it's closing time.
Back home, rickety stairs we climb.
Happy for now we feel like kings.
It's closing time, the small bell rings.

Sing my Swan Cantata with Me

I am a cob swan and I grace the lake
With my pen, who is my lifelong soulmate
Soon the cutest young cygnets will emerge
A major attraction upon the earth.

Have a stride beside the tulips with me
A lovelier vision there'll never be
I nod to the beauties, passing 'em by
And blink them a wink from my roving eye.

A wink is as good as a kiss from me
My beak is much too large, obviously 
Tulips, they shiver and shake in reply
How I love the tulips that I glide by.

Tulips all have their own unique splendour 
I couldn't decide which one I would opt for
Borders of tulips arouse my delight
When gliding on the lake, morning to night.

This is my swan cantata, sung with glee
Come along hearties, sing aloud with me
It's healthy for lungs, you're sure to agree 
When strolling beside tulips merrily.

Nobody's Funeral

At Nobody’s funeral no guests appeared
No priest came to serve the last rites
No one sent flowers, no one volunteered 
To carry the coffin outside 
So what’s about funeral, is it a hoax?
It does seem like hallucination 
Or one of those flat unintelligent jokes
Some share to get brief attention
If it’s real, I’d like to attend, count me then
I’ll come, if you have the address 
We'll bury that ever-recurring old man
Who caused such a terrible mess
He shall be buried as soon as it takes
Just tell me the date, send a scheme
But this time it shouldn’t be any mistakes
I must be assured if its him
Whose soul was as hollow as trunk of a reed
Who had nothing to say but the lies 
Fake and evil was pretty much all that he did
What a joy that he finally dies
A solace of freedom and peace comes again
After war people like to feel free 
We cannot be judged for the crimes of armed men
Much too busy with love are we
Nobody is dead, breaking news on the top 
Swan Lake’s on the TV all day 
Four little cygnets are dancing non stop
Odette in the wings drinks champagne.

Swans Lake Sate

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.

Suddenly Swans

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.

Serenity

SERENITY

Swans serenely gliding gracefully
Ripples radiating on the still surface
Lifelong loyalty faithful friends
No need for them to use dazzling displays
Rivals risk short shrift from her
Cygnets sleeping parents peacefully
Take time out to glide in solitude

Picture No. 4
15th December 2021
Alliterisen 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May

Cygnet Returns

Mom's
bosom,
milky pond,
nest, where divine
twin swans, with warm cozy wings, count twinkling
stars till cygnets return from deadly zones.
Behold, how swans
swell their wings
to warm
son.

(Syllable count: 1/2/3/4/5 – 5/4/3/2/1, howmanysyllables.com)


*A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Feb. 28, 2021)

Feb. 19, 2021
Double Tetractys 7 Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Eve Roper

Cob and Pen

Elegant is the white swan
Joined for life swimming along
When cobs and pens breed again
Then cygnets swim with them

Date: 1/21/2020
Contest: When and Then
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas

Natures Gift

Swans gracefully glide
cygnets struggle to keep up
absolute beauty

Suddenly Swans

A quiescent misty lake in center of hillock, 
surrounded in soundless old oak trees. 
Sheen of mercury looks ethereal in sunbeam,
blue headed kingfishers, in sly glances skim.
silvery air sparkling in splash of wildflowers,
a frescoed terrain painted in élan,..

but happy faces never make life
smile is heavenly only with sad eyes

Suddenly.... 
wrapped in snowwhite glossy feathers
white blossoms glide in majestic drift.
across motionless ripples of clear stream
curved necks entwined in heart shapes
mute love sing their last farewell song
Swans.... 

Cygnets of myth
Created by man  
to see pain,... listen to  pain
and still admire the death of beauty.   


20th April 2019
Maureen Mcgreavy's Suddenly Swans Contest

Cygnet

i am a Close relative of the goose and duck.
You’ll find me protected, respected like royalty,
halos ripple around me, Gently gliding wings outstretched in a breeze,
loyal, I mate for life - no two Necks here, just us whoopers forever,
atop feathers for a pillow our clutches nestle, Envelope, warmed by us,
whether svan or schwan, we’re pen and cob To our cygnets and swanlings.

Swans

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.

A Haiku Anthology - Theme Summertime

wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
-
farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
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wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
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warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
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inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets follow pen
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as fall approaches
swifts are well on their way
second brood blackbirds
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hungry mosquitoes
human siestas a nap
insect repellent
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sunbathing insects
flowerflies hovering free
mowers thrashing lawns
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farmers cutting hay
a smell not forgotten
wildlife be afraid
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sunbathers warning
cream up or suffer sunburn
worse melanoma
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swifts immature
three years on the wing
unbelievable
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sand martins nesting
adorning soft sandy clifts
freshwater skimmers
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dragonflies masters
watch them fly backwards a thrill
kingfishers posing
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super hot weather
droughts not good for wildlife
reprieved... thunderstorms
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climate warming
both poles can't take the heat
humans all sweating
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a countryside walk
on a warm sunlit day
foxes sunbathing

Beautiful and Mysterious

The trees are in their summer gowns and the woodlands are lush and green.
Under the summer sunshine the water mirrors the azure sky, and on the still
water, among the stones and reeds drift many swans.  I first saw them in Autumn
and made a count and had to re-count because of the cygnets, very difficult
with all those moving spins.  I have enjoyed these lovely birds, but now my heart
is sad for I know all will change when first they feel the cold. They will leave
flapping their wings over my head.  Lover by lover they paddle in cool waters for
now their cygnets following, mysterious and beautiful.  They rest among the
rushes by the lakes edge in quiet harmony, peaceful and unaware of the world.
 
delight in this day
soon the swans will have flown far-
p e a c e    but for the ducks

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July 14, 2017

Haibun/Beautiful and Mysterious
Copyright Protected, ID 920395

The Creative Collective Anthology Series
sponsor, Geraldine Taylor

First Place

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Written for the contest, Wordscapes
sponsor, John Lawless

Fourth Place

Leaving May Behind

Still brook reflects the morning silver light
damselflies play chase between the reeds
dun cygnets now awash in virgin white
as through the mist a new dawn slowly bleeds.

Bare branches splay, verdant in gloves of green
pink blossom proudly flaunts the shawl it wears
the willow, many months stood shy, unseen
now brilliant, branches arcing like a flare.

I, too, feel something must emerge within
in concert with Spring's promise, hopes arise
leaving dark thoughts behind, what might have been
and see afresh the future with new eyes.

Each year this season nature freely gives,
give thanks, arise, move on, and truly live.

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