Winged Poems - Poems about Winged

Red-wing blackbirds symbolize protection, good luck, and even prosperity. They’re a reminder that something else is out there watching over us and guiding us when necessary - Quote by Vanessa K. Eccles --------------------------------------- Zorro of lakeshores, coasts, waterholes amidst tall reeds Redkissed on wings, nicely earned proud yellow shining badges, worries so much over his subdued, streaky brown missus bossing around claiming digs, ruling...

Continue reading...

Green waters circumscribe an island’s pallid face,    Hexagons of light, scattered jewels on the waves.    Earthly hues, against litharge seas, shimmering gleam; Albatross wings glide, an immaculate blue dream. The scene suspends time, and worldly cares release -  A whisper for the human eye, a quiet aurora’s peace....

Continue reading...

“When a cardinal appears in your yard, it’s a visitor from heaven.” -author Unknown Daylight begins with a sweet chorus of angels with wings...

Continue reading...

A bat cries differently, ...

Continue reading...

The birds, I saw soaring high in the azure sky of the countryside, drifting softly through the air beyond my sight. Over the mountain,veiled in mist where the rivers flow and valleys twist, they might have journeyed. When they were no longer seen, an emotion began to stir, a metaphor of freedom's call to the boundless skies. My heart ached with longing for journeys they could make, their freedom song a...

Continue reading...

You lift weary spirits with open arms, Your black wings, a veil, wrap the lost in their dreams, In the stillness of night, where the starlight redeems. archangel of ebony, fierce and sublime, In twilight's embrace, you transcend the confines of time, You light up the void, where hope seems to wane, A guardian of hearts, in love and...

Continue reading...

I tried to fly without white wings I cried inside with soul dying Broken spirit broken dreams Can you hear it my black heart screams I was asleep and yet awake Nightmares so deep they escape The well in me the hell in me Tormented spirits keep jailing me I hide my heart in my shoe Like it is money or gold’s fool I walk...

Continue reading...

glass winged butterfly very lovely when it flies pretty on green "land"...

Continue reading...

The green-winged teal is both cute and fat And likes to seek food upon a mudflat. He is known to eat a stem or a seed. When he eats maggots, should I intercede? ...

Continue reading...

Their ghastly buzzing’s in the air targeting vegetation everywhere They dive-bomb and guillotine anything and everything green Prodigious throngs of winged invaders escaping from the ground Moving in dark clouds of death engulfing whatever’s around They may...

Continue reading...

As she sings, the sea agrees to feed the night its breathless light, softer than the fading shadows, silent like the nocturnal words - drifting through eternity, more than fantasy, more than imaginary dreams ~ quote by poet Drifting through this sea of pearlescent energies, Soft feathers from winged warriors float through the skies, Embracing my soul, the...

Continue reading...

Ridged, broad and corky wings. Translucent—your yellow Iris sits behind the morning veil. Short season of striking color. Greed spurs you, or hope Huddled against the bursting Of a cursed idea. It will Spread like children, carried By the breeze that tickles Your lobed capsules. They catch Like sails. You would unfurl and fly Instead, dragging your webbed feet In the face of becoming, pallid Bolts of...

Continue reading...

Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch. The earth lies under your freezing clutch. You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet sun, And mercilessly take away all our outdoor fun. Fluffy snowflakes on feathery wings unfurled, Fall gently and silently over the sleeping world. First they come slow and then in torrential showers fast, As if...

Continue reading...

On the hilly side I saw, God's creation that glow, As colorful as a rainbow, Winged beauty flying to and pro. As soft as clouds in the sky, Proud creature as it's playing so high, Flapping it's wings beautifully, Showing us its great form magistically. The sun rise up in the sky perfectly, A winged beauty feasting each flowers merrily, I captured the moment as...

Continue reading...

Guys, do you heard the word talent? Yes, it's a common fine art. ...

Continue reading...