Swan Poems - Poems about Swan

A late March thundershower floats toward me Like a plucked flower Handed over on a walk to a lover With a smile Down this afternoon path That breezes past Spring-born ponds Erupting Of Peepers ululating and Chorus Frogs ratcheting In a wave of Gnawa music. The surface Puckers Diacritic raindrops Slowly Softly Each plop and their purple ripple Has not enough splash To generate an echo From the reedy shore. The storm not so...

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Arms outstretched, she glides like whispered air, Gossamer dreams sewn in each silent spin. In her stillness, storms of feeling flare, Lilting through Tchaikovsky's aching hymn. Ivory wings, her body bends, then flies, Tears in the toes, yet poise in every part— Yearning swan, both prisoner and art. An acrostic on boy: Born with wonder in his...

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Swinging my new bamboo fan, tall mountains, steep foggy valleys where the swans gathers, story of thousand moons, carried by winds of people wining and dining, come let's read poetry together, and draw our dreams with ink on the sky drop the sword, a little fan against a steel sword, send your eagle off to sing about the ten thousand rules of humanity, double edged...

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quite far across ...

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elegant swimmer swan ballet of grace on pond sun bathed wing looks blond...

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i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel, i cant tell you if my heart is ready to heal. being blinded by the sun, but i still feel the cold and life continues to lose all of its fun. beg to Jesus, in the hope he listens and my burden ceases. searching for my favourite toy as a child, but...

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Soaring above the lake of my summer home. Bringing back supper from arduous roam. The oak trees lined the lake with beauty so serine. With birds of life flying into the trees as they sing. I gently land slowly on a pristine mirrored lake. As my feet skid on the water, creating a wake. Majestically, my wings flared open for my...

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~ Swans tell stories of eternal love - ...

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I am the swan with a broken wing — Not knowing where my old flock has gone. I drift now amidst embracing lilies, who Have long and dearly kept my pleas for close company… Thus, whenever hunters near, The lilies ask along with me, If Angels still come To wipe away Tears...

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Sometimes I’m a ship upon the sea, Ignoring big waves, as free as can be. But I do not compare myself, let's see, To that ship, which leaves no trace, no legacy. Sometimes I’m a mountain, tall and grand, With a great white cap upon my head, so planned. But the...

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i saw a white Swan in the pond floating carelessly towards its aim then i saw myself in the same still water i always pray for the same serenity for the years to come in life but within me there's a ravaging storm which cannot be helped even catharsis fails me sometimes i try to calm myself breathing in...

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Umbrellas in step with dapper canes. An etching of skates on ballroom ice. Swan lake where a notable prince reigns. Sliding gracefully, slippery, nice. Whirling, twirling, Wintery engaging. Bronze sculptures, still, statuesque, moving. Ivy, too picture perfect, celebrating. Angel skirts and top hats, flying, bowing. ...

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lone swan glides dark lake silver ripples mark her path quiet, still and deep reeds tremble in sympathy moonlight fades into gray dawn...

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Swan Lake and Mars I saw the old ballet dancer  deep in her Alzheimer's illness when they played Tarkovsky swan dance she moved her hands and body her movement was beautiful I say to you You want to go to Mars If you do not take the human art along  your life will be void of meaning    ...

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Silently they glide past, submerged feet not breaking surface of serene stream. Strident honk by life-mate— state protected King’s game. Some black swan events are* smoothed over by hindsight. ...

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