Feathers Poems - Poems about Feathers

Her hair is like silk, and her voice is like rain. Her breathe is the dew that lays soft on the plains. Her eyes are an ocean reflecting the stars it goes on and on, there's no telling how far. Her smiles like the rising of each morning sun and her beauty the moonlight when...

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(To the tune of “Home on the Range”) Oh, give me a poem filled with feathers and foam From a couch that remains on display, Where, although it was new, it had feathers that flew And that shouldn’t have happened that way. Foam, foam made the change From the pillows where feathers flew free To a place you can sit...

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What the birds know today is that I am not there Funny as it may seem, those birds and I have something in common We are always looking for something, What puzzles me the most is when I put out food They appear from nowhere, chirping and calling for others To come to share the food. They are fascinating creatures, I...

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Where have the years gone: like soft feathers they float in the breeze of life; fragile, wispy thoughts to gather in, one by one and stroke with loving care, smoothing edges ruffled in their years of flight. Feathers of our memory- they fly faster as we age; time has learned a new step spinning us around. Feathers held just yesterday- grasped from us so fast before we...

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Peacock Bright feathers Graceful and proud Rainbow shimmering in sun Beautiful Beautiful Male peafowl Magnificent courting display Elegance in every motion Majestic Majestic Iridescent plumage Tall and slender National bird of India Revered Revered Timeless treasure Feathers like blueberries Loved across the world Adorable An elfchen chain Written 19th January, 2025....

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One folded frond out from dark earth, fuzzy and newborn in pink feathers of this day's dawn. Rising. ...

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Inspired by Ink Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on Iris, Goddess of the...

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Graceful elegance ...

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Feathers Granting feathers (any) to be full-time bookmarks would make them happy except when they’d have to share their duty with long claws of the Therizinosaurs. ...

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An impotent soul wrapped with a police seal Married a merchant and stopped bearing Jill everyone must care, that’s how it feels traps of superiority placed like banana pills mutual respect losing every match five-to-nil demanding the showering of majestic praises so unreal that are schemed and manufactured from a rusted mill to cover a void that can never be filled. Confidence owns...

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early bird gets worm bird dies favor is returned feathers for fine hat...

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days are dust co+war+d/ice but to eliminate the evangelical — archfiends of madness reign. fractured fantasies flirt with fugitive flesh dilapidated dumpsters desire's discarded gentleness crepuscular crescent moon casts a gaudy glow stolen scripts where shadowy figures entwine and go sordid snippets stutter a scandalous serenade echoing eerie echoes as the night's darkness is made surrender to the wanton waltz of vice this baroque brothel of broken dreams beauty is a...

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Feathers amongst fallen leaves Spring plumage drops from the sky Blue Jays in cobalt feathers Proudly perched near drab fall hues Goldfinches in olive green Camouflaged on sparse branches Raptors hungry and hunting Autumn feathers masked from sight Cardinals perched on red fronds Their mates near singing away Crisp crimson and yellow leaves Now blanket sparse sleepy wood Hidden owls hoot in the dark Their nightly quest soon...

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The angelic beast of Pegasus flew over the land of PoetrySoup where he hit some turbulence and lost some feathers The poets would take up with feathers and make writing quills with them and from that day poetry changed forever Poems would be richer in metaphors and abundant in alliterations imagery would be ripe And rhyming would be rich The magical quills of Pegasus feathers performed...

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My parrot made me want to smack her With all that noise the deaf could track her I was hoping she'd talk But all she did was squawk So now she's Polly on a cracker...

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