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Cygnus Poems - Poems about Cygnus

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

Categories: cygnus, animal,
Form: Free verse

Cygnus Inter Nubibus

“Cygnets usually begin leaving the habitat when they begin to turn their eventual adult coloring. Once the feathers and wings mature (approximately 8-10 months of age) the parents will no longer recognize the cygnets as their young, but rather as rivals. If the parents have taught them everything there is to know about being a

Categories: cygnus, daughter, freedom, journey, life,
Form: Free verse

Somewhere In Cygnus

Did I tell you I have to go
did you disagree
did you stand there on the edge of ether
once more asking me not to leave

I don’t remember

But this once again new life time
leaves me empty
searching emotions shadows
constantly
to end this derelict
within my soul
for eyes I do not recognize
a face I cannot find 
a smile which can contain

Categories: cygnus, loneliness, longing, love, miss
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Cygnus Olor

Chaste and more graceful
Than the white canvassed Dhow:
Reclines sweet Nefertiti 
Upon a Blue Nile breeze.
Fabled entity more whiter
Than the purest white snow
That thickly blankets
And folds over the wide Pyrenees.

Dipped is thy beak 
Into a harvesters August sunset;
A Bohun proper,
Gorged and chained with a crown;
Tipped Argent quills
Thus scrawl across royal warrants:
Plodding, punctilious creature -
Of high born

Categories: cygnus, nature,
Form: Rhyme

The White Cygnus

First to the door to met my first beauty queen,
Seeing through his sapphire eyes made my cold heart drool,
For the first time in my life it actually teaches me the teachings of one’s life.

Quickly, quickly,
 Is it roses are red,
Or violets are blue.
Maybe orchids, lavenders or maybe lilies.

The snowy flakes of every lilies,
Matches her soul

Categories: cygnus, love, hero, roses are
Form: Romanticism

Noir Cygnus

One of two, not yet perfect
Angry for the intrusion
Envious of your insight
Never will see it again
I think you're brilliant
I finally did
I already knew
Afraid of the point of view
Wondered when you would make mine
I've seen what you've done

Categories: cygnus, art, introspection, passion
Form: Free verse