Warblers Poems - Poems about Warblers

...The beast Alhambra roared a violent psalm Vile conversos horrid moriscos, the heretic herds A spear thrust into our sun’s martyred ribs Held in hateful grips the yellow warblers dripped in......

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...The night wind was icily cold. No herons or olive tree warblers flew, Only hooded black ravens, preying on the souls of lost men. More red-pinkish flowers dropped from the tree, leaving the br......

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...from woodpeckers and sparrows to starlings and warblers all get along at the feeders but for the feathered equivalent of a sociopath called a cannibal the bluejay that eats alone ......

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... “feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~ we attained God consciousness unblinking” Nestled deep within the feel and touch of home this heart of love goes on a holiday ......

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...Gentle tributary of a hill-born river suburban lake caressed acres of fertile land - paddy rich, growing fields Schools of fish raced at depths water-birds, herons, egrets, warblers, mynas, ......

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...In the realms of love, hearts are entwined and set alight, Emotions roam day and night, Dreams turn into reality, And a note saying take care as it's easy to lose your sanity. In this encha......

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...A-rush In a feather ruffling frenzy cooling the flamboyant sunrise muffling the warblers with waffling winds chilling the audience in an ice-like stare your shivery essence ricochets throug......

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... Silent warblers perch as garden’s crooners With crest-petalled wings flapping as banners All day long they exude unfading light That no woeful glooms conceal their brightness. ......

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...a flitting bouquet plumage versus foliage warblers on display ......

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...Mysterious blue as midnight moonlight spills on meandering dreams. Once butterflies' ball is done merlot bliss lies past the sun! Red Mars reveries join nights of mulberry rose camou......

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... In the mountains it’s our tradition to delay our morning walk so we can listen to the morning choir that begins promptly at six-o’clock. Yes, at six-o’clock every morning without uttering a wor......

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..."I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings Hello my dearest darling, it was our time to wake, The rustic rooster had already roused my re......

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...Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green; And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene. They did daily chores on a farm, in ......

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...Where's the pink-footed goose that evil-minded Warde tried to catch? Didn't the bird follow his shrieking horde? He was parched on the white oak over the small lake, On Monday he was startled by t......

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...I dreamt of blue birds and buzzing bumble bees. I roamed with the bison herds, prayed with mantis on our knees, and butterflies in the breeze. I greeted the cheery chickadees, dragonf......

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