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The King of Blackbirds (Here He Comes)A Poem by J. R.This is another one open to interpretation. |
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a PhotographA Poem by Juliet RaySo for a university English class, our professor got us to read Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens. She then asked us to writ.. |
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Love Letter to DeathA Poem by Lucia MorganUnsuccessful black bird,You are a dead man's coat,Black coal in a fire's hearth,Marking time with your residue.You are all men's fear and regret,Their.. |
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Lichfield to Stoke IVA Poem by Jaden LarkerFrom my 'Train Journey' Collection. |
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Il merlo (The blackbird)A Poem by andreii93This poem is about a blackbird who is chirping when a hunter shoots him. |
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BlackbirdA Poem by Jaden LarkerOn a fence Blackbird alights, ascends Repeat |
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BlackbirdA Poem by Heather ClaytonBlackbird I sit on a wire black bird on fire The sun dull redAs if it's fed I fly the way Flapping any day then I fret I'm not home yet. Forget.. |
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Blackbird and the NightA Poem by DenniIt isn't safe at night. 17th of March, 2013. |
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Fly Blackbird, FlyA Poem by AntoñyoJust a little something for the ones that fail to see their hidden beauty |
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Darkly BlackbirdA Poem by Frieda PDigital Art ~Blackbird by *AnnaVRossen |
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Pushpins of Days Dearly NotedA Poem by Kelly Scheppers...memories of a blackbird's song |
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The Night Takes FlightA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThe night takes flight on a blackbird's wing nesting within the curve of my spine. |
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Take these broken wings and learn to flyA Poem by Dark Heart of WinterCast to the bottom of the stormmy wings are brokeni will never fly againmy eyes, blindedi will never see againmy dreams are shatteredi will never hope.. |
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A good startA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereStart every day with a smile and get it over with. W.C. Fields |
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As the songA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereI love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda |
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Words for BirdsA Poem by Robert RonnowFirst person singular prohibited. In orderto be more crow.War! war! war! war! war!Then there's that lowland wetland birdaround the stunted red pines c.. |
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