Blackbirds Poems - Poems about Blackbirds

My mind’s where fairy tales reside, where a mote and castle collide; A prince on a porcelain steed, running away with him I’m freed; Maybe a kingdom made of waves, it’s wily princess misbehaves; Locked inside it’s turbulent walls, ‘Anywhere but here!’ her soul calls; When the darkness closes my eyes I open them to salmon skies; Blackbirds and vibrant wildflowers, reality my daydream scours; He and...

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I remember when windchimes nestled in the heart rainbows soothed the tainted cay of innocents a golden candle tempering the fang of dark I prayed, good spirits would always reign. I remember the day when blackbirds came in their fiery beaks was an icy-icy rain smashing every bluebird into bits of clay. Silence and green-eyed things dominated the days three decades of...

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A dead blackbird here A dead blackbird there Six more dead blackbirds Over there and there and there. New Year’s Eve 2011. I counted five, six, twelve, maybe twenty-seven. Wait! Four more. We are up to thirty plus eleven. Dead blackbirds on roofs. Dead blackbirds on walks. Dead blackbirds in trees. None have their squawks. Only in Arkansas, right? Someone said. A year later...

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Watching Blackbirds Again, I find myself watching the blackbirds They come as a cloud that sits upon the ground Each respecting his wingman’s space As they pass overhead, they sound like a sudden spring shower That comes, then goes, finding a place in the field They move like water running across the way Pulled by gravity to a lower venue As they glean...

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a flock of blackbirds take flight surprised a giggling toddler delights in her own power 12/20/2021...

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Blackbirds have gathered in your eyes feeding on canyon shadows throughout time growing plump on imperfection-self doubt you must fight-hard and long with great resolve because they're persistent and loud. Grab hold of them one by one squeeze until your palms fill with silence and blood. Toss the concoction off to the side. Walk a path of white stones into the garden of life.. Now,...

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She has blackbirds on her arms flying from scar to scar. Covering the pain-all in vain While singing black word songs. Her destiny- a stormy mind tossed about tranquility in the howling waves of time. Lanterns in the mist gems of scattered hope drift into the abyss... Sshe has blackbirds on her arms. ...

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thought there was a funny burning smell? Four and twenty cherries baked in a fruit pie. When the pie was opened it was found to be a lie. There were 4 and 20 blackbirds, made yell! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...

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Blackbirds That Ate A Lot of Crow We knew some blackbirds who ate crow, And we had an account blow by blow; When they arrive, Who would survive; Probably friends and forget about foes. Jim Horn Cooler Coffee Began To Get Seems like cooler my coffee did get, Cats who are always our favorite pet, Did hem and ha; Scratch and paw; While on my lap they...

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I stared intently at blackbirds on a wire they were lined in a row as though someone had painted them there fascinated, I continued to gaze hoping to identify which one would fly away first knowing if one flew the coop so to speak the rest would follow because of some unknown inner requirement determined was I to single out the leader of the flock (do...

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A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds, now they are back, gold talons wrapped, roosting. Glorious birds, high on a wire, spearing the nits in their feathers. Donal Mahoney...

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Blackbirds Circling To Eye The Dark Festive Feast Feast or famine, orbs in heart of a crow love 's bright spirit and all it may bestow Winging shadows fleeing fast every scene bitter bile erupting from opened spleen Flying in dark storms, hoping for a strike dead soldiers, each head vaulted on a spike Wonders within cleverly hidden clouds priests in deep caves...

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On Halloween morning they came, cawing and screeching in the trees. A thousand or more noisy blackbirds flew in a group of one hundred four or more from yard to yard they raid as a clustered flight. The sky grew thick and black with wings and undulating shrillness dark as night. A sudden...

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blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat...

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4 and 20 Pies – No Blackbirds Oh, spare me the plethora of pies the thumbs-up plumbs, the pie in the sky dreams of the pie lovers, the onerous moooo of the piebald cow being milked by the pie-eyed farmer as his pied piper wife lures the chickens into a pot pie. Pie charts to measure children against nourishment, who cuts, who chooses, statistically who wins, who loses, “pies the type” of...

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