Best White Feather Poems

Drifting away across the sky I see a little white feather floating by.
Where did it come from and where has it been?
Right before it passed by me,
It touched a cute little kid.
He smiled, tried to grab it and ran to find his mom.
“Look what I...

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laid me down
within cold tomb
light capture me
neath baying tree
feel thy warmth once more
white spirit of feathered down
lay upon my soul
pray set me to rest



Written to accompany one of my photographs.
This is the link to the image...

http://www.redbubble.com/people/indigo-song/works/8341009-white-feather-spirit...

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Floating white feather
An Angel preens her wings
A subtle gesture....

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Nursery Rhyme
Children's Short story (Rhyme)


Delicate white feather
Blowing through the breeze,
Lands with a fragile bump
Amongst the Chestnut trees,

Nestling in the foliage
Reflecting autumn's sun,
Beaming in the glory!
Now the only one

Along came little hands
Picked you up carefully,
Tickled her chubby chin
So innocent, care free

With delicate fingers
You were weaved into...

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Your textile face strong
      as a white feather.
Determination set in
      neatly labelled crayons
      lined up on the table.

We named the colours together,
      with the casual...

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a lone white feather
it's something special to find
an angel is near...

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Once upon a time, three ravens woke up
in shock with a white feather on their back.
Seeing how they were now strangely dressed up,
they wondered if it was not an attack.

The first one, too afraid of taunts and jeers,
did not go out of its nest anymore
and...

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As I sat remembering, a pure white feather 
Came twirling on the breeze and landed at my feet.
Its softness caressed my toe, gently, softly, 
Swirling, until the breeze carried it away again - gone. .

Like you - gone: taken suddenly, roughly, painfully,
Torn away from life:...

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A black bird pecking on the ground
Seemed happy with what he had found,
Perhaps to decorate, I guessed,
A new or an existing nest.

His prize? A feather, snowy white,
Most likely loosened while in flight
From possibly a seagull’s wing
Or pigeon’s, which the wind did bring.

He grabbed his treasure...

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