Flying Bird Poems - Poems about Flying Bird

Like a flying bird they swayed To the flow of a beating gong Like two little kids that played To the sound of a native song All the others came to dance Flock of birds; flew high and low They soared together, all at once They all let their feelings flow May 10, 2023...

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A bird that's born in a gilded cage learns of flying at an early age Even though it must call its own home a perch inside its small, golden dome. To spread its small wings one day, to soar over mountains, oceans, even more to fly to greet early morning star are but dreams behind its golden bar. To sit atop snowy mountains...

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IF I COULD FLY If I could fly, I would sore up high, Above the clouds, Caught in the wind, With the other birds. If I could fly, I would flap my wings, And land on a flower, With the other bees. If I could fly, You would see me, Darting here and there, I never tire, I'm a dragon fly. If I could fly, I would be ANYTHING with...

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Oh,flowing lovely bird Such lovely fowl flowing beautiful bird flowing lovely bird flowing cute, blonde bird bloody, brutal bird So flowing lovely, flowing lovely, busy, bald bright, bouncy bird Lovely, big bird blue, blackbird Let so flowing lovely, brilliant, brown bird Yon bitter bird flowing lovely, bubbly, Flowing lovely, brave bird Such a beautiful bird...

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I am in miraculous event for flying of bird-fishes acrossing phone-screen. I know just now what they have flying behaviour- am I stupid? Or, technology of flying they found are clever for them. Bird-fishes are not just across my dream. My eyes entered into their journey with floating feeling. Lynn Thant had written them as...

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A flying bird I am for heavenly flight; No enthralling branch can hold me tight. Free I am from all the passing years; not submitting to the baseless fears. Free I am from all the worldly chains; staying away from all the bodily pains. Free I am from all the endless desires; not burning self in the lustful fires. Free I am from...

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Look, a bird, a little bird! She flaps her wings, clapping the wind, Is she fleeing away from the earth? by flying a crossword. Oh, the little bird! How does she so hesitate and wonder? Is she struggling with eager? Or because she has to suffer? She's been flying day and night must be she really tired does she need to have a  rest? No, she...

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"Flying Bird" I hatch an egg With a smile Thinking What kind of bat wings A mystery created in my mind For care& love I started growing with it It transform like a butterfly With a bone of bat wings feathers of An eagle body of a pencil Colour of my blood and tree As I told...

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Mutant of human, Whose view-less wings Took him so high,that envisioned life In whose, voice bird speaks: What I was, not me today. Serving to his hunger Losing myself, to make him alive. Wand I use of a witch, Mind into a river switch. Far out in the sky, Entangled in solitude, Lunacy,where, my ore smelt. That now is a wild stream: Roaring from the mountain Flooding in its...

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the green leaf of oaks cusps water in gentle hold for the flying bird...

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