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#swans poems

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WinterPearl swans shatter / the ice, / and glide swiftly through the

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Where Do Swans Go To Die?I used to think the swans would live / Until the world no longer spun. / And that they could live forever and a day

@christopher-m-smallman35

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Swan Song… / *Gentle water lord, / Four seasons show in your graces:

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Yvonne's Swan Song~Dedicated to all victims of bullying, which include girls / & boys of all ages, sizes, and backgrounds. (That includes me too.)~ / Yvonne was very, very, very happy.

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4:26:14 4:43AMLet me know the sweetness of the canopy. The gentle cygnet garden you express in rows. I drift upon the aching embers of the bark of midnight's supper, its kingdom of darkness that I lay upon. Suspended in the air, rocking steadily on a distant plateau, tilling the granules of the earth in my map-lined hands; I pinch the rocks and sand kernels naming places as I snap my fingers. I go to the top of the city I know, a small yellow house in a crowd of tall aspens- and the Catholic church sends me soda and small biscuits, and the Hebrews help me be a better man. / I go to a place which has very small rooms. My legs are like a giant world-sized forklifts that carry the heirlooms of my parents in and out of this universe into another. I make a stride to catch a glimpse of you in passing. I tilt my eyes. I hope that I can see how beautiful you are, once more, if only I lift my head towards the way in which I know you, or the way in which I once had.

@martin-narrod14

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Today I'm gonna make it_today I’m gonna make it_ / getting done with the stuff I left for days or a week, reading a book once again that I excitedly flipped every page, losing a grip on a string of a blue balloon, today I’m gonna spend all of my pennies to my unrequited wish, similarly to a black hole that keeps gnawing my heart; _this is what it cost_. / Today I’m gonna find out why they are calling us “black swans”. I will make their blood drain, we will dance at them until their eyes glow green. Today I’m gonna make it, but not the girl who cried wolf at night.

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the wild swanssea, soft slumbering / its ghosts green nettles / once woven into shirts,

@beth-fwoah-dream17

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The BirdwatchersShould it come to this, without remorse? Like that orange, feeble / and deciduous, while we waited with binoculars through that gray on gray / afternoon for the owl to spread its wings. Perhaps it did, past dusk,

@norm-deplume23

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A DanceFragile hands, / Weathered and cracked, / Grasping onto the neck of the swan

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UntitledWhen black swans sleeping / After the dark, lonely night / Awake to the light

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The Swan's TaleA black swan moves through silent streams, / With wings of night, it haunts the dreams. / It wears its sorrow, cloaked in dark,

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Untitled 121The Black Swan enchants the funeral march / Dancing on a mirror / I stand and watch from the mire

@bibliomancie49

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Imitating Swans (Dodoitsu)glimmers of bright lambent light / flitted over the vast lake / they were like ballerinas

@ElizabethSquires4

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suddenly a swana million goose eggs / her first toe loop and axel / suddenly a swan

@logan-robertson9

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AFL BallI bounce on the ground / I hear the crowds deafening sound. / Someone picks me up and drops me on their boot

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set me freeas the swan dances through the sky / I whisper / 'you fly in your freedom,

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Swan LakeA mystical lake / deep in a hidden forest / simmering sunsets

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[ The clouds heavily ]The clouds heavily / sail through the lake of my eyes -- / Swans are flying up.

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Dwam #15Lovers by the lake / Fragrant scent of loving grace / Swans fly with sweet cries

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The Swan of PegnitzI walk down to the Pegnitz river. / I walk along the banks of green and white flowers — / a quiet place of respite,

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Lone SwanMy eyes, like the sky, / when you are with me / in a dream

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Daylight SerenadeA soft-spoken serenade unweaves in a closed wishful box, clicking footsteps soon follows, hinting at the restless ivys. Roses and wisteria blur into undefined fleids, kissed by the arriving butterflies. Wind chimes swiftly get into motion as a shy breeze slip by and hides in the awakening oak. / Two swans step into the morning pond, now with the soft sun washing a pearly glow upon its glory. Promising eternal love to ignite each other's eyes, nourishing empathetic feathers in the elysian daylight. / Now, with fading melody, the butterflies may fly, resonating with the flowing flowers, illuminated the blissful sky one last time. Endless wings flutter into untamed dawn light. May they return, before the next daylight.

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