Wing Poems - Poems about Wing

Butterfly ballet Onyx eyes colorful death Ants feast on white wings...Read the rest...

Yeah! Far away your love can fly, But forget not, I have a wing, My hands can swim the sky so high, To be there on your throne as king. Yeah! Far away your love can fly, But forget not,...Read the rest...

Across the sky at end of day I watched as birds set off home to roost. Straight home with no doubt Direct through pink flush sky but look One bird at the back desperate Flapping double time to keep...Read the rest...

Oh ,my dear very beautiful goose quill, ...Read the rest...

When sandpipers stir the sky with their wing, They are brushstrokes painting the canvas of dawn. Each flap a note in nature's symphonic spring, A dance of whispers where silence once shone. They scatter like thoughts on the breeze...Read the rest...

Words like butterflies take wings, As we open our mouths to sing. Voices soft or loud and clear, Sharing thoughts for all to hear. Choose your words with gentle care, Like picking flowers sweet and fair....Read the rest...

sun stroking blue bird so hot humid steam bakes wings bird seek shade in dirt...Read the rest...

I can see the sunrise in your eyes You float my heart like red kite Kiss of red sparks in blue sky Bliss of the dark romantic night I feel your warmth and good cheer You make me drunk like...Read the rest...

Deborah has a fear of flying…it surfaces before we even step onto the plane… The problem: This summer we’ll be flying to Seattle, Washington… and back home from Bangor, Maine. A friend of hers said, “What a coincidence…I had...Read the rest...

“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” - J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird Robins, wrens, sparrows, quivering, yet silent, still on limbs...Read the rest...

Under the heavy and ash-gray wing of the evening, In the melancholic waltz of memories awakened in rains, Through the night stretching its hand like an old bell-ringer, Ringing the bell of departure and appearing desolate in the...Read the rest...

Living carefree And caring not Of life's joy-burst, half forgot; But elsewhere sunned. Heaven's upleapt; To Earth which fell. Uninterrupted play-spell. Child's soul, least stunned!...Read the rest...

The signal to leave is called out urgently. Blue jays spin, whistle, and gurgle. Heralds of the gray days of winter. We climb Hawk Ridge Observatory hill. The rough benches, wooden table, a simple tabernacle. It’s a late summer day, tinged...Read the rest...

Within the shard of dreams, we wander, with the wing of time, Penetrated by the mystery and alchemy of existence, The glitter of a lone star pierces through the darkness, For us both, steering us through a clear...Read the rest...

Wings of fear flutter nightly in my heart, a terror-taunt haunt that whittles my thought; the brutish fist bruise-blackening heart-art - my past-smashed man, wars in your head thought-fought. The confidence you chip and slow-whittle; brittle wing-white bone china hurled...Read the rest...