Wingbeat Poems - Poems about Wingbeat

...Flight Design I saw a seagull floating by High up in springtime’s bright blue sky Slow flap, slow flap No hint of haste While down below From bush to bush The plain house sparrow Had to ru......

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...A kaleidoscope of paper-thin wings, as fragile as spun sugar, weave a serpentine dance along the weathered, rugged stone steps. Swallowed up by the blinding light in their wake, each wingbeat ......

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...Glass towers stretch like ambitions piercing smog-filtered dreams. Footsteps echo on concrete— rhythms of lives weaving, colliding, dissolving. A stranger’s glance, a child’s laugh slicing thro......

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...I am part of the chaos that once found me, intricately woven together, Each fragment of the soul with which I had the chance to communicate, Every skin I touched randomly carried by dreams, All of......

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...Wind is blowing through the trees Bluebird, are you in the breeze? Have you come to comfort me? To soothe my lonely heart? To see Me smile because it's you? I think I hear your wingbeat through ......

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...The strings of my heart are pulled taut like a bow A tension within sourced deep down below Too many odd dreams, inside me it seems, Their wretched whispers, a bleak audio They reach out and gr......

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...A small wingbeat from a butterfly A color that makes the mind spin ~ The dream of a summer meadow Lie on your b......

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...The clamber beats me up. Now I have to heel slide down a scree covered ravine while trying to ignore the sweat of panic. Half-way down there’s a large smooth boulder, I hug it slow my breat......

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...Watch the red kite spiralling so effortlessly. Rising, lifted high by thermals above the contours of this parched and dusty landscape. Forked tail swivels, directing his graceful circles......

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...Beneath the singing glass is a brick tower where the gargoyles spit raspberries and whistle at passerby On top cracked stained glass and crumbling masonry Pigeons roost in its eaves, their feather......

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