Flamingo Poems - Poems about Flamingo

Did you know that Flamingos love to tango? Three steps forward, one side step, Shake of the hips, they end the prep. Quick, quick, slow, gracefully slide, Flamingos dance as colorful as mango....

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Trumpet-like lilies by the lake preen for the flamboyant flamingo, sifting through the murky waters, searching for algae and shrimp where crawdads click and clatter. While silvery fish glide stealthily leaving barely a ripple behind, a chorus of frogs’ croaks echo like the whining twang of a plucked banjo string. Dragonflies skim the water’s surface as their translucent wings shimmer like gems in the sunlight, dart about the...

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Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all the carotenoid pigments feasted on algae and crustaceans An elongated neck spirals and filters such sensations Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi, bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg, A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’ Statuesque stillness in shallow water Rosette feathers flair flamboyance Passionate...

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Pink flamingo had a flaming personality for sure. The highhanded words he used were always so pure. He kicked off a shoe and it landed smack into manure. This made him a little less uppity, but a bit more mature....

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She was dressed like a flamingo floozie Her big boobs and booty ~ what a doozie! Wearing a shade of pink She flirted with a wink I ran away from Wicked Witch, Soozie Soozie was once a he-man. Way back when Turned into a Barbie doll... do ya Ken? Overdid the implants Axed the bulge in her pants I heard tell her name used...

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Written: January 23, 2024 __________________________________________ Their melodious humming drifts through the fragrant night air carrying a sense of tranquility In this enchanting universe where dreams come true A delicate whisper of silver breeze captivated softly. Trees are lavishly graced with azure iridescence visualize an idyllic scene that is truly magical in this hypnotic realm trees...

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They past is another country But as life moves on It’s good sometimes to recall Once good times long gone. I called her my Pretty Flamingo, The current Manfred Mann song, Straight and slim and tall with Legs that went on and on and on, And that not quite strutting walk As she so confidently strolled by it was only when I got to know...

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Seeing a rare flamingo on our favorite beach…so far away from her home is so special…so magnificent…so wonderful…it deserves a second poem. When we returned the next morning to take a walk along shore we found the flamingo in the same place we’d left her the day before. She once again stood out because of her beautiful pinkish...

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We were excited to walk on our favorite beach…and at the same time ascertain… if and how our favorite beach had been affected by the hurricane. Some parts were still flooded…and just as we had feared although there was still a beach to walk on…much of the sand had disappeared. The sky, the trees, the water retained their vibrancy...

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Behold how pleasure seeps through to the strangest places; as if it's effects could make a river climb a steep incline. A pink, feathered ball with a pipe cleaner neck and an old rubber nose, stands in stasis. Or should I says hops, where exactly do we draw the line? It's blinding pink is no sign of flamboyance nor...

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flamingo is testing a toe today we are racing to the water said cousin Ray I did not relish being down by the bay on the 4th of july, a truly busy tourist day come on! he urged me. we can frolic and play I did not want to go, yet, I did not want to stay which flamingo is it?...

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I gave my pink feathers a good old shake, and Combed my hair with a short plastic rake I picked up a cake mix I was going to make Stirred it up, and put it in the oven to bake Today I was going to my Silver Sisters And I hoped we’d play twister But I wanted to look my best,...

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Where is the flamingo’s moon? It should have been here by now. No one knew, but we were feeling exasperated, some feeling bitter. Social media had prepared us for this gorgeous moon for a month. She was supposed to be fuchsia with a touch of some pink glitter. Wrong place! Another traveler announced; we need to go now. We jumped...

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The palm trees sway in sunset charm to revel in your grace Their shadow covers breathlessly ...

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Fancy pink flamingo did not think she was the best. She tried to hide it with patterns and prints above the rest. Her braggadocio ways were off-putting, but she did not know How to be her happiest, or that she had far to go. She covered her insecurities with a glittery feathered boa. Her mother said “That’s enough! You are...

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