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it hasn't been sighted
in these rounds of  late
and it's not likely to
turn up at a future date

some folk who belong
to the bird watching league
believe that its species
who'd hold much intrigue

it was known for not
having an air born wing
it is quite possible it wasn't
able to operate the **** thing

a pigeon is its closest
living kin
but a pigeon wouldn't
fit into its skin

when answering the
riddle be succinct
or I'll render your
response extinct
Johnny walker Jan 15
All my life I've lived on a wing and a prayer would
say to date my prayers have never been
But the wing has carried through so many changes In my life lifted me up when I was down and almost out
So disappointed with my prayer's that have never to date been answered not one don't suppose they ever will
Living on a wing and prayer
the wing being very supportive
but my  prayer's never to date been answered not even one
K Balachandran Dec 2018
A dragonfly glides-
Now, a sea of glittery wings;
Who has seen their nest?
Shadow Dragon Dec 2018
On four wheels
and on my knees.
Warm colorful tones
and cracking bones.
Up in the sky
and down to hell.
A trip I take everyday,
to feel well.
Foggy windows,
foggy minds
creating beautiful times.
Pulling the string
that makes me do things
which would make an angle
loose her wings.
She would forget to fly
and then peacefully die.
MissPine Nov 2018
by: MissPine

August was the month you were born,
Though we all know how you'd been thru.
Mama's cries are always smiles' shed,
And Papa will surely be on her side I bet.

How unfortunate it is for you especially.
'Twas for everyone to take whole heartedly.
The first breath you took most vividly
Is the last breath swept by God Almighty.

Our dearest angel now spread your wings.
Please do fly, our love, as high as you can.
We may not see how fast it might become,
Happy we are to see you flap them little wings.
I wrote this piece Nov. 22, 2018 and finished at 1:04 dawn. I suddenly thought and felt to write for our little angel.
Healer Nov 2018
Everything's gonna be alright,
Everything's gonna be okay,
that's what my shadowy demon says,
you'll live to see another festal day.
Let's be an inseparable friend and play,
I'll take your dusty sanity with me,
you catch while I fly away.
Your pure fear is my colorful wings, for you are my favorite prey,
I'll never leave you alone, so you better obey.
Please love, you don't realize, you want me to stay,
if not me as your loyal friend you'd be long dead, decay.
So invites me with naked arms, my beloved do not delay.
I am with you right from start, right from the deranged dark.  
Those saying I am evil are the one who is going to betray,
they all will leave,
don't listen to them, don't get swayed
now with red heart, you must repay.
Hold my hands and listen to what I say,
I will be with you through your ragged lifetime
I will accompany you to your pray.
K Balachandran Nov 2018
Tender fingers caress,
Ethereal wings sprout on;
Psychedelic flight!
Rizna M Rameez Sep 2018
Heart's throwing tantrums
With emotional levels going berserk
And I'm running around phantoms
In the wind whipped,

I'm trying
Like a bird flying
Against a storm
Falling wildly
Roaring wind screaming
Wings buckling

Beating my heart out
Facing this fierce
Almost ballistic sorta
Imposing rage of

Shattering glass

Death trap
No where to turn
My mind's calm
Settled composed decided
But my heart keeps dragging me back

Stop it,
My heart's
Feeling too much
Without even my consent?
How dare it?

Stop it.
Calm down.

I just have to wait till the storm
Dies down.

Dies down.
But until then, I'm gonna do useless stuff like write these poems which will comfort people probably but there are gazillions of poems that do the same.
I just have to wait it out.
I wish emotions had a switch off button.
Jabin Aug 2018
Caught in the snap of a wing
With a flap and a clap
And a sting.

Down to the ground like a stone
What a sound with a pound
All alone.

Watched by the flight up above
From that height what a sight
Of the dove.

Twists from the pain to the bone
Quite a sprain such a strain
Tragic tone.

Scooped by yet a net unknown
Panicked fret foreign threat
Worry grown.

Hope’s deceased from those eyes
Now a feast for some beast
No more skies.

Dress the break hurry fast
Half awake crushing ache
Make a cast.

Days soar by seeds so sweet
Seems so spry can you fly
Hoppy Feet?

Day has come grand depart
Slightly numb flutter hum
Flitting art.

To the blue build your nest
Cry your coo for you flew
Before rest.

Rainfall dream endlessly
Silent scream to the stream
You may read it differently than I do, but this is quite possibly the most depressing thing I've ever written.
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