On The Wing Poems - Poems about On The Wing

1st Place Winner As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is...

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on...

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Words like butterflies take wings, As we open our mouths to sing. Voices soft or loud and clear, Sharing thoughts for all to hear. Choose your words with gentle care, Like picking flowers sweet and fair. Speak with kindness, truth, and grace, Light-up smiles on every face. Take a breath before you start, Let the words flow...

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I write a song for you my dear My heart does long to have you near Will you be the star that lights my way Until it's too far for you to stay Let the moon sing in the velvet night ...

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swallow on the wing soaring over the skyline a summer evening Date written: 02/15/2020...

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O hark, the gulls have come to pray For this, the start of one new morn Behold, such virgin days, thus born From womb of night on cradled cay A lemon-drop sun to daub the sky ...

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re -post inspired by Nayda contest In touch with nature, artistic libido releases chimera,onto the wing...

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Like an Olympic diver, a swallow dips towards the dark Loch. An aerial athlete of mythical ability,faster than Pegasus. Summers here and the swallows are winged peacocks. Strutting their moves against a clear blue sky. A spectacle on the wing to glorify and gratify. So soon over, as they dance to summers jukebox. Yet watching their...

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Angels sleep between each snow flake floating down In slow motion, they know the pure white path by heart That dances over the humble hills transformed Into a winter dream like coat that covers wings and scenery Coming on is the dawn where drifts are born Angels spirit souls away to other lands when they awake Saints pray for their safe...

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The stained colored glass of flying things ...

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Here again, on the the crest of the eve, the sound of them...calling out to me Their sound of arrival, coming from the crimson sky The ceremonious cry as they frame the V Causing me to lift eyes upward Canadian geese, heading home in springtime mode I need not fear, their steadfastness is proof The voice in unison against the vagrancy...

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Hot Summer days wing into view, a Red Admiral and Holly blue....

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