Swooping Poems - Poems about Swooping

...I had a close encounter Just this morning, on my walk, When a bird of prey came swooping down - A falcon or a hawk. Either way, it flew right at me; I saw feathers and a face And it could ha......

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...JANUARY 2024 Hello, person. My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue And chirps a melody of solitude While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze. Hello to you-- If you......

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...Did not the Bird, warn us, by his airs? Fewer by day...more by night – the owls survive longer! Did not rodents warn us? Depleted by owls, they both now suffer. Better men open their eyes to......

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... The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence, while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity. The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh......

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...Summer arrives in golden light, Mountains shed their snowy white. The river moves with joyful gleam, Shining bright in the sun’s beam. Through rocky beds, she winds with ease, Nourishing earth......

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... Seagulls play along the shore Swooping in and out of the tide Golden sun shimmers on waves as they dance some more Now and then seagulls take a ride Whispers of sunset amid the roar Soon......

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...Day and night Over my years I watch This full owl body carved from the light Of wood With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes Held in swooping flight At an angle On a string From......

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...I watched the birds from afar, they swooped, and they soared right up high, then straight toward the ground, They made me dizzy, with the patterns they made in swirling circles going around and arou......

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... Swoop With steel wings merging places Swooping stealing phases licking faith creating darkness where the wise and foolish go to sleep Shaping fate Crushing hopes of the fickle minded......

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...Underneath the blue-black twilight of an impending, grim, nightmarish sky, I hear the ping of deathly bells ringing, signaling that my end is nigh. Buzzards circle above, swooping down, playin......

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...Level sands stretched beyond the range of vision Sluggish blue waters touching the grey seaboard Waves crashing on rocks with a lingering sound The surging waves erasing footprints like wipers Py......

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...Laid out in hot sunshine I drift away starting to day dream of magical places I run through sun dappled forests and come across some unicorns. They greet me like an old friend one offers me a......

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...In the days of milk and honey Milk was cheap and fresh Honey costed little money And I paid in cash In the dream one winter night I was flying low In the blur of lamppost light I was flapping ......

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...Originally published in Out on a Limb, An Anthology for Friends June 2020 “There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which doe......

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...The fearless soldier with a glowing and youthful look aims his rifle toward his enemy behind the barrack, while thoughts are focused on practical and clever survival; the concept of horrifying dea......

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