Peacocks Poems - Poems about Peacocks

E-Haw, E-Haw, the peacocks cry With plumes much bluer than the sky They strut around as proud as punch Waiting for Melvin to bring their lunch!...

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Peacocks are poets Whimsical wiry walking Eyes ever talking Feathers floating words Colorful as ever heard...

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Without love We are nothing And we have nothing When we have love We have everything And that’s something. Where there’s no love Reign total chaos, crimes, division Havoc, death, and destruction With true love Doves and peacocks fly above The firmament is light and blue Everything is beautiful and new Without love We have nothing And we are nothing. Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is...

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I saw peacock feathers stuck in fences when I was a child. The farm next to my grandparents raised peacocks. They were the prettiest colors of purple and gold. I wanted to run over there and grab some up. My mother thought it would be rude, so we didn’t. My grandparents used to go to Mexico every year. They brought back...

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Terra Firma David J Walker I How big a place must Eden be Its borders unknown Its politics not on display Its laws kept by passing clouds Each from the lips of whispered scripture The peacock's song can be heard Under the canopy of a transplanted forest Of oak and birch where the Cock will remain as long as the Hen is...

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No china cups, satins, silks or linen. Nothing extra, no gifts that have been given. The walls in the same solid blah colors. Something chosen for a dull head brother. Give me my couches stacks high and low. With comfy blankets and neon lights that glow. Give me paints and stand back in awe. As I paint my murals with crows that...

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*Image of Peacock Bird Colorful by Pixabay. Peacocks Patterned Purpose Oft they climb in greens and blues, Ere fan their fringed spring timed hues, Spread quills to reach their meant souls, E'er sought plumes to win mates' views. 2020 March 09 *1st Place* Let the Pens Flow - Jueju ~~Jenish Somadas: Judged 2020 April 02...

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Preening trains of iridescent blues and greens spread to full boast Exquisite eye markings with blue, red and gold jewels foremost. Adored by man, lots were made pets over thousands of years spread. Corruption creeps need only take trains that are annually shed. Only males are true Peacocks, females are called Peahens and they Choose mates based on color and...

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In a land that flows with milk and honey, the wind moans with foolish silly punny. The mountains countless caves blaze with blithe light; trees of Ténéré quiver that tower in height. The sound of trickling water, yield boasting ground canvas color and peacocks strutting. Dragons, Dragonflies, and dwarf Huffle-winks old folklore, they could care less what one thinks. Small, magical...

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Porcelain peacocks strut in starlit shower, drifting as clouds on an emerald lawn. Black Narcissus spindles in oxblood flower in teeming beds before the coming dawn of floating white as night would then be gone, its smoky quills of porcupines receding to a memory as effervescing rays of morning glow would begin, preceding butter sun with cumulus as dressing in an azure sky and...

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Last night I dreamt I heard my peacock companions Crying in the night, so lost and terrified they sounded. That is my life. I'm lost, and terrified. Nine years ago At the request of my uncle the prime minister I was sent away to America to be educated privately And fitted to the position by...

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The raptor and the peacock hence, Sit pensive on a rambling fence. The first, inclined to be the host, Jumped down to claim the nearest post. The pea averse to snubs or quailing Moves closer on the weathered railing. Both immersed in trailing thoughts Mused on nigh, and what was naught. The Pea fans its tail in public splendor Cramped raptor prefers an opposing...

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astounding layers of ignorance spreads in the green land of bliss i am an orphan opening the wings of compassion blue peacocks dance in the hope of apocalyptical rain...

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pendant green leaves weep branches bend toward the ground- peacocks prance and preen peahens understand bright blue-feathers fan out- winds whisper secrets grey frog croaks loudly willow canopy is home- cottage red door opens...

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