Songster Poems - Poems about Songster

...Undecided, Aspen leaves turn from gold to silver to gold again. Carnivals of colors, prodded by the wind, bow to end of autumn, While brittle noise, as they fall, brings a symphony no songster coul......Read More

..."she spoke of him quoting others. Were his quotes of stories, might I call him a storyteller. Were hius stories of Ballets, might than I speak of him as a songster. Then he speaks of unknowns a......Read More

...The musician songster I so admire will perform for us what they love for hire while the music I make all for free I am the only one who know of me The dancer accomplish the stage above a liv......Read More

...Little Bella’s quite a delight a lovely little feline sprite; she’s ever so pretty, this striped tabby kitty her energy level’s dynamite. She has a great right-paw throw, she’s def......Read More

... songster brown thrasher lands in garden, thrashes mulch... stink beetle succumbs Georgia State Bird Tough, aggressive and has a large range of different......Read More

... A breath, a sigh, a whisper Flowing gentle against the lips Piercing hopes and dreams Creating a sense of beautiful peace Music on the end of grace A breath, a sigh, a whisper Feeling falli......Read More

...The big swordsman sings Cling! The shy samurai Used clanging on a mortal stones and metal bowls Cling! Are you upset by how large it is Operatic kitchen Clang! It doesn't tear you apart to se......Read More

...A desert lake is a perfect mirror of the bluest sky that everyone has ever seen, it wants to trade place and expect to be a part of Heaven without the pretty daisies and lilies: it will have......Read More

...The Breath Of Winter Sigh Of Spring. . After the long icy crippling breathe of winter At last a warmer welcoming sigh of spring Heralds a promise of better things to come The end of stagnation a......Read More

... high in a forest tree a little songster listens and answers with phrases with chatters, twitters, warbles the little bird hops along a branch hidden in a green canopy of leaves s......Read More

...Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot) by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS (For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and d......Read More

... 'Twas a dreary morn at best Veiled neath leaden clouds, Job's patience it would test To oust this morose shroud. Sol bore unseeing eyes Declining he to call, Overhead, ashen skies Di......Read More

...Despoiled of raiment green, each branch in nakedness now stands forlorn; Unmoved by passing seasons’ change, the songster sits and sings alone: Would there were in this garden some could feel the b......Read More

...To glimpse the camel-litter, Qais no longer with his madness strains The yearnings of the heart are dead, the heart itself is cold; so we; And desolation fills our house for shines not there the Li......Read More

... Plucked from Shakespeare and plopped in Central Park, Sturnus vulgaris, the mimic, conquered New York. It made it there, You know it made it everywhere; The continental stage stolen. ......Read More