Trill Poems - Poems about Trill

what melodious trill has awakened me? I spy a gorgeous bird I have never seen Hearing his song I detect pure innocent joy beginning my day in a fabulous way...

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Jack and Jill went up the hill This was never in dispute It was how Jack fell down With severe lacerations to his crown That the jury had to conclude Jill had a bun in the oven The news was all over town The bakers' wife was aghast Her husband and his shady past He liked a cream tart Though, when cautioned down the red-light...

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5/17/22 Kept it 2 trill It all amounted 2 nil No longer a secret, guts started 2 spill Big shoes 2 fill Hard 2 chill So I pop 2 pills Eventually it all no longer started 2 thrill An easy mark or hard 2 kill Another payment due requiring 2 bills Across 2 hills Picked 2 daffodils Then wrote 2 wills With 2 quills At times it began 2...

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on the bird's sad death in the cage there rests a trill infinity flight...

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black bird on the wire hear the telephone ringing does not emit trill...

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Puffins and Parakeets Starlings and Sparrows Hummingbirds and Hoopoes Cardinals and Cochoas Their colors flashing Songs edifying Perching and resting or airborne flying They trill us and thrill us at night Wing their way through the day Soaring high in tranquil blue skies or huddling in trees when it rains Indigenous Americans, their feathers treasure ...

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A Cardinal’s trill, peep…peep…peep…peep…peep… often full of himself, wakes me from sleep. peep…peep…pretty…pretty…pretty; rings out his bliss; across Kentucky’s bluegrass in the morning mist. A tad egocentric but, he’s allowed; his bright red plumes make him oh, so proud. He’s a splash of color in the trees, a scarlet, rose red dot, singing in the breeze. Peep…peep…pretty…pretty…birdie; I’m a pretty…birdie; must get on...

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Who do you think you are?!? You use your tears like money, Each one paying for another excuse ... Lies dripping with feigned empathy, ...

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my muffled mind's cloaked in silence deaf to men's and merchant's chants tethered together with love's essence open to whispers of light's acceptance battling mirrors of inner cages wrestling wrongful images - constant accusations spontaneously hoisted by a single song bird's trill perched upon my window sill- a wonder still With dawn's emerging illumination I rise amongst the masked masses for 'now' is all I own or...

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Law, English, business, and so on— alas, are tiresome! All the professors here go on with a prime axiom. A moldy, college campus where knowledge and books abound, freshmen and co-eds are clueless and confused all around. Mid-terms and finals I so dread ...

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Along resplendent lanes in groves of green In sundown’s mellow tinge aglow, we cruise To grasp unto moon’s fingers so serene, Where we are charmed by lovebirds that amuse Who hum a rhapsody with lilting beats; Through gentle drones that seem to render blues Like...

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It is a beautiful summer day I was wakened by a robin that lives in my hedge, He lives in my old hedge row happily singing a loud trill, his summer song, I sat in my garden wearing an old dressing gown sipping a mug of white coffee, Looking my way his round eyes scold me this is...

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In sick dreams bullets cut-through tire tough truth like raw meat; stringy and dripping with blood. Teeth ripping through organs, heart, kidneys, liver, making sausage of our small intestines. There is no valid temperature for proclamations of redemption, no trembling for forgiveness, announcements of new leaves. Baptism is spent gun shells, as the chorus trills to the slaughter. Everywhere we're allowed to go little eyes stare like Big...

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