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Brianna Duffin Feb 2018
A work of splendor,
God’s personal masterpiece.
As tall and as wide as a treetop song.
White as a winter morning
But only in the center
Gray goose down on the bottom
Blue-tinged on the top half.
Extravagant enough to drown out anything,
Breathtakingly miraculous
The woman it shelters, on the other hand…
A plain creature of no spectacles, average beauty
The cape this showwoman has donned
Doesn’t match who she is.
Which makes them both far more beautiful to me.
This poem appears as part of a collection. Read it in full here: https://medium.com/@briannarduffin/characters-we-see-a0197b3aee01
did we hurt your feelings



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let me blow you
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scar me earners
earners
of
my
scars
get out of here you freak
...
Sam Miller Jan 2018
Feathers in the wind
Crashing to the ground
Plucked from a bird who's sinned
Never again to be found
tears shall be shed
For a piece that has been lost
Her actions made it fled
for which she never  knew the cost
Oh though its gone and probably dead
It will move on to more
Feather to the ground
It has been lost soon to be found
A bit of an older one so a bit amatuerish in wording but hey may as well chuck it up
Srijani Sarkar Dec 2017
Hope
Is a feather lurking on a stem
From the bird that left for a foreigner wind
Whispering to you but you can barely hear,
"Go back, I have nothing to give you..."
Hope is catastrophe. It's ruse.
Star BG Nov 2017
Grab a feather
                      to heal your heart.
Grab some light
                      feeling  a suns spark.      
And a small feather
                       can release dark
With intent
                        you'll fly like a lark.      

Grab a feather
to take off like bird
Grab some love        
to integrate loves word.

And a small feather  
comes as bird’s gift.
With prayer              
in peace you’ll drift.
Inspired by Vulpes poem  Many thanks.
Vulpes Nov 2017
Grab a feather
                                            Open your soul.

Grab some paper
                                         Make it your own.

And a small feather
                                             Shall be a brush,

And a small paper
                                        Your poems' canvas.
birds of the same disposition*
all gathering in a collective band
one feather is their rendition

they'll always be of this strand
never deviating at anytime
all gathering in a collective band

everyone of them an akin dime
minted by the exacting coin press
never deviating at anytime

they're keeping a single address
companions of an only kind  
minted by the exacting coin press

none are really hard to find
assembling neath a unified wing
companions of an only kind

can you hear the old adage sing
assembling neath a unified wing
birds of the same disposition
*one feather is their rendition
K Balachandran Nov 2017
a feather flying,
hesitantly in the breeze;
freedom from the bird?
Atticus Nov 2017
fin
my hands demand to feel your skin
feather light touches
but our line is so thin
i use my own as crutches
fin
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