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Lucy Apr 2021
Peacock with your feathers so bright,
So blue and beautiful, so full of might,
You stand up tall, proud and bold,
You have so many adventures yet to be told.

Peahen you’re so shy and demure,
Something about you feels unsure,
You don’t know what you want just yet,
You will find out soon, there’s no need to fret.
Safana Sep 2020
For you
to see me, ride on a
polar bison to cross,
the Arctic circle and
bring to me, a snow
peacock feather

Safana & Bamalli 2020
To archive greatly, we must passthrough different obstacles
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

Proud peacock veneer
Under all her scarlet rage
Golden shackled pain

Another day, another woman of myth!
Today's is focused on none other than Hera.
I won't lie, when I first read about her, I really disliked her but as I read more, I couldn't help but feel somewhat sympathetic for her.
Don't get me wrong, I still do dislike her but under all the pride is a woman feeling shame for she too was exploited...
She's in alot of pain, I understand and I will always empathise with that fact.
Here's the link for the growing collection:
Much love,
Lyn 💜
SøułSurvivør Aug 2019
Once there was a jungle
Every creature great & small
Was given special gifts there
God, he gave them ALL.

He gave monkeys humor
He gave gazelles grace
But the peacock was quite special
He gave HIM the fairest face!

Now, as with all great blessings
This one had a curse
The peacock... quite spectacular!
But he had an ugly VOICE!

Peacock screeched displeasure!
He spread his tail... and then...
He saw his greatest curse of all
His VERY plain PEAHEN!!
Another poem to go with the illustration done by my friend Steve. A beautiful drawing!
Danielle Witt Feb 2019
She came floating in
Her presence felt by all those around.
She tosses her hair and teases her fans.
This past love of a love of mine.

Dances from place to place
On the affection of her loves,
Never looking back
Not believing in mistakes.

Feathers of turquoise and emerald
She holds her head high,
For she is a great peacock
The past love of a love of mine.

I am but the swan in the lake.
A body of white, a beak of gold
Some say graceful, other say gauche
Though I have found my Neuschwanstein.

Everything I am is for him
So now I am sure
She will only ever be
A past love of a love of mine.
Hathere Nov 2018
So, what if I do
I woke with these words
Upon my lips...

Ask you
What does it Mean?

When will we Stop being
Slaves to our feathers
When will we stop being slaves to our feathers?
SR Nirmal Kumar Nov 2018
Sighting the preening peacock
Slithered into the bush
Wily snake
Anya Sep 2018
He's a Peacock
Strutting about
Primped and preened
With feathers neatly arranged
My little brother
In his new choir clothes
Anya Sep 2018
There is a fundamental difference
between the peacock and the butterfly
Both are beautiful
Both are deserving
But when it comes down to it
One struts proudly
while the other...
quietly flutters away
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