Plume Poems - Poems about Plume

Pace be the plume prime of a horse, Austere man’s leanness, girl’s shyness, Brahmin’s knowledge, king’s forgiveness, Valour, whose arms be the sole force. ____________________________ Translation |26.10.2024|embellishment, horse, girl, Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Bhatrihari was elder brother of the renowned king Vikramaditya...

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So, he came and dazzled you with his plume And you simply succumbed to his grooming. Pregnant, he’s gone, what have you got to do? This may very well be your undoing. 5th Place Bird-of-Paradise Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Suzette Richards...

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Soft and feathery and illusive Each word a woven world of fantasy An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion Musical, distant and serene Aesthetic shelters like seashells Cast by the angst of the ocean ...

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Through the Autumn storms Blue children with seeming smiles sings to the Angels To the everglades the children play in the cove of the cave Like bedrock They are raised on hope Solitude ponders the darker hues feed by paths unexplored...

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Who's knocking like that? "... in the light of a feather..." and as bright as full noon Brunette replies to HarleQuinn "... is this your spoon?..." Dialog established Act three, Honey Moon Then Pooh said to Piglet "... it really is you!..." a Mile works for Her and her smile works too "... you should never pull a brain out before it's time..." So Harvey kept...

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She was blind to her colors so her palette spoke in greys. She couldn't trust her gut for fear of what others had to say.. In early May her colors burst, a glorious display, as vibrant as a peacock's plume with out a hint of grey....

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I feel the futility after decades of my fingers flitting like dragonflies over the keys my once hopeful heart shriveled and shrunken as a plum into a prune Shakespeare and Miller Marlowe and Pinter will never again pick up the plume to pen another poem or play yet they live on today while my words wither in the womb Stillborn they are silently whisked...

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It’s important what you get called has a name, one you can take to the ivory border It’s important what you’re called is remembered the same, today recollected tomorrow reordered A mark on the stone no longer unknown, your history and legacy rendered Sapphire crystal overlord set, the past eponymous the future —kismet (The New Room: February, 2021)...

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Babe you know I’d walk a mile And wrestle with a crocodile Even spend a year or two in exile If only just to see you smile The light I feel when you’re in the room Is enough to make a flower bloom And all the ladies start to swoon But I’m the one that holds the plume I’d show...

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Alias Also known as (A.K.A).... No judgment No regrets I hate with fury I love like no other I have been called a bastard & S.O.B Every name in the book My mind travels to undiscovered places My words most likely will offend My choices aren't always right I will own any of those choices if asked No explanations given Ryan is the first de Rossi is the last That...

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Peering from Behind the Plume A verbal sketch by Martin Braun June 15, 2020 Peering from behind the plume witnessing my brethren lofting from ethereal vapors. Who shall share our divine song? Not I! Who shall sit on the right side, with you at my left? Not I! Look below, their gaze is transfixed on...

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Branches of an oak tree bend and mourn the fall of its last acorn, itself left wanting the warmth of chestnut leaves. Comfort in cupule. Winter searches for mittens lost, misplaced during last year’s snow below an eagle hunting for feathers - naked now, showered in goosebumps. Chicken. Ivy crawls blindly looking for brick walls to climb, as a rainstorm...

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I've woven fantasies in poetic verse with the fragile threads of hope and feeling. And I explore laughter, tears, and remorse with words of wisdom, prayer, and healing. Hyperbole hides in my inscribed lines, fueling my muse with inspiration. And emotion moistens some pages with tears shed from frustration, fear, and elation. Wizened words, loose thoughts, fantasies, and dreams weave tapestries upon a poet's...

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Quaintly dressed, his cap bore a plume When a lady passed, removed it -- assumed She'd acknowledge his gracious act ~ So shocked was he at her absence of tact "Don't think I'm the weaker sex," snapped she "Else I'll give you a kick to buckle your knees" Wounded, he offered an...

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You earned it The right to Stand out To show your true colors To go by the name That best represents The real authentic you The you you’ve grown into Select your pen name With utmost care Flaunt your uniqueness Divulge your true colors AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on March 11, 2019...

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