Swan Poems

Swan poems bring the best collection of short and long swan poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great swan rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these swan poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on swan are here for you.

Swan Lake

Swan Lake short poem

O Swan of this enchanted lake Let me wander inside your magical dimension If melancholy causes the charm to break With your melodies, I beg thee, heal this pattern By this lake tendrils twirling Humming with an exuberant fashion One

Swan Song

Swan Song short poem

The toppled gravestones, I still count the heads. I will go with your swan song, the bond erupts. You were always sitting under the bougainvillea, waiting for the swallow. The next door summer arrives; Why did you say, it was

Fugitive Swan

Fugitive Swan short poem

a moonache levitates on blue lake you shot me at close range predictable encounter the whole truth had plunged between two eyes self flagellation of the waves on beach i was walking on marigolds your body becomes a flute when

The Swan – Song

The Swan   Song short poem

Inadequately the clouds covered the moon the wind was soft and silky. The death of shadow was not complete. Stars had fled from groans of night. In the still room poor sentences could not compete with the innocence of emptiness

The Crystal Swan

The Crystal Swan short poem

I wonder if you remember Eloisa the skittish wind playing with your sand-colored hair drifting scents of orange tree flowers and you holding against your chest a crystal swan with a lithe neck but he’s gone and you alike, the

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Poems containing references to : Swan

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

You Beautiful

You Beautiful short poem

You, The Oceans of Beauties, Master of all treasures beautiful. Within moments you can make us laugh, Within no time,You can have us crying. Beautiful you are, the source of all beauty, Creator of everything that looks pretty. Beautiful landscapes

Love Sonnet 43

Love Sonnet 43 sonnet poems

Bring me no more ambrosia, please, no more, Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink, Of Graces’ dances, spare me no encore, And Muses’ songs next time, not now, I think; Tell Apollo to mute his lyre today,

Funeral Of The Lamp

Funeral Of The Lamp long poem

I can’t imagine the world without you my friend My dearest snow-hued table lamp My universe is literally pitch-black without your glow I really can’t bear to let you go Thank you for being my best mate for 11 years

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

Helen Of Troy

Helen Of Troy prose poem

She was considered to be the daughter of god her beauty was praised in all abroad she was the one with a strange innocence with a bit of ignorance it is believed she emerged from an egg as her father

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Wait For The Call

Wait For The Call short poem

Don’t let you heart become a paper boat sailing Towards childhood, Towards the harbour of its never returning fragrances. Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, Or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

To My Friend

To My Friend short poem

To my friend She glows with a glimmering giggle that lingers in my mind that surpasses even fragrance of fair Jasmine her benign grin, a mark of charity wins the souls of all in unanimity. Her abode is a mansion

Bald And Painful

Bald And Painful short poem

In emptiness staying aloof to set the wings free, a shadow self without flesh and bones to rip out the enormity of silence of words, cold in the face of duality metaphysical but of somber echo of tension between reconciliation

Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale short poem

The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love

New Moon Rising

New Moon Rising short poem

On the Eastern horizon, a deep gray cloud appears, in the shape of a graceful swan. A slivered harvest gold new moon is playing peek-a-boo High, prevailing air currents keep “Swan Cloud” slowly moving across the star studded sky-line. “New

Mercy

Mercy short poem

The plan was thought out, Execution nearly flawless, In and out of the bank, Two men so lawless. Tellers shook, guns drew, Security was a fill in, The managers off too, A day when no one could lose. Twenty seconds

The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

Snowline

Snowline short poem

A blank paper invites for rape. Snow sinks for a prelude. The black swan flies away for the quiet hills, when sun was drawing out the blood. Alone I will write a poem beneath the tear soaked eyes and then

Drift Ice

Drift Ice short poem

Absurdity was waylaid like a black swan on the grass shaking a leg. A child walks through me antithetical to scorched life of parallel egos. Austerity was neither present nor absent.Volcanic ash was spewing on recti. It was drifting, the

Reflections

Reflections long poem

Charmed by a witch in the days of the Knight Templars Reflections in the dark, Reflections of the heart and as the moon goes across the mountains here I remember firelight and snowfall and an ivy covered castle wall where

She’s Gone

Shes Gone short poem

Oh the difference young, old, rich, poor, squirming with words, hitting the floor squabbling, fighting, feeling sore. a world of regret, I swallow and beget this absence of you! O! I wish I could turn words into wishes. I wish

The Imitation Sounds-their Sounds

The Imitation Sounds their Sounds long poem

The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like

Where Do The Butterflies Go

Where Do The Butterflies Go long poem

Tears of dews drop glistening Breaks the days of dawn Caterpillars shedding shells cocoon Seedlings awaken up with yawn The little fairies quaintly appear Dancing their dances, all the day long But, where do the butterflies dance to When the

Assembly On Creativity

Assembly On Creativity short poem

In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to

Love Crime – The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade)

Love Crime   The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade) long poem

This is a delicate porcelain, but, she was broken… Love Crime— The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade) Split emotion, rupture thoughts, Tragic is melted in prejudice, Disguisers of Beast in human form, as cruel as ice, Mercy is tearing, mask is

Pledging Support

Pledging Support short poem

You throw the berries in the river to stun the fish. A mannequin wants to go nude. The tormentor holes up in a bunker. You undertake a fast to clean the dirty plumes of a swan who will not take

Song Unsung

Song Unsung short poem

Your fragrance revolves around Your beauty comes to sight Your graces make me bound Your love is like a light Which pierces through your dress And comes across to see Your style is so to impress Which showers life on

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Persistent Dreams

Persistent Dreams long poem

I’m a man of persistent dreams part of my undermind trying to tell me something some archetypal architecture race-memory collective unconsciousness because I know my dreams are not unique down past all the layers conscious subconscious unconscious or translated through

Softness

Softness short poem

From hereness to thereness a heat flows- in the height of fears. A timeless need to map out the pain of earth, floating on clouds. Lemon grass cuts the swan lake. There was a devil in water, hiding under the

Inner Peace

Inner Peace ode

The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode

Rumination

Rumination short poem

The time of youth maintained its presence , Never move and detaches the young to the old, The memories of spring clouding the vision of departing days, here the wine flowed, the cup filled to its brim, celebrate the old

A room outside

A room outside short poem

A room outside the complex weary mind that ravels to its tether A secret domain that is free of memories and condition forever A simple space with which to design without weight or measure A lasting perfume of such smells

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Homecoming

Homecoming short poem

The wind chime’s ceramic pings Announces her arrival Sunlight streaming through her window Breathes life into her dormant room My heart is coming home again! I will not cling I will not cry I will not let sadness Tinge our

The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz)

The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz) short poem

The Poet Turns 100 In Honor of Stanley Kunitz When my body wears to dust let the remains be language find only verbs at the core struck flints from explosive ore nouns charged with names of foes and lovers cool

Personal Battle

Personal Battle short poem

You were sent to fight a war That has yet to be won You are forced to leave your newborn son You go to a place and face death everyday There is nothing to say You fight each day and

Taking A Chance

Taking A Chance short poem

You have to roll a six, With four dices on the board. The odds are not in your favor, Playing a big game of chance. Critics are saying it’s impossible, But you still play in the tournament. Self-discipline increases the

The Rains

The Rains short poem

The sullen rains have settled in, Every hungry mind is parched. Every wandering soul That ever marched Has found its peace and Has made its tryst with happiness. Except for you! The hopeless wanderer! You were restless before, You are

A Wall Of Dragon’s Teeth

A Wall Of Dragons Teeth short poem

From the edge of a green valley I stood Looking into the abyss of a fate So dark I could not see what issue would Prevail in my life, not anticipate The consequence that would follow the choice I felt

The Red Button

The Red Button short poem

A human myself, I would push the red button. For having seen into man’s heart, Brimming with evil. Black, Rotten. Eliminating them now, Preventing perhaps. Unending sadness, Shielding the unborn. From humanity’s touch, Painted with madness. The red button, Gleaming

False Paradise

False Paradise short poem

If time is gold, I rank among the rich, Much time I have, nobody bothers me, No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch, Untied with work, from obligations, free; Think you, that seems unwise, A life given to play;

1.after Plath: Hanging God

1.after Plath: Hanging God short poem

I could cause a root to bloom or a bird to plummet in showers that drenches my pallid skin a toe or a foot The uneasiness that pecks me the dullness that I wear my skin, is you The darkness