Bird Poems
#birds
Bird poems, nature poems about the life and beauty of all species of birds. Poems about birds includes poetry about egg hatching, birdsong and seasonal bird migrations.
old man feeding pigeons
there is
a sad
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely
and lost
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
the
old man's
pockets
are now
empty,
the pigeons ...
a sad
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely
and lost
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
the
old man's
pockets
are now
empty,
the pigeons ...
#kindness
#city
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
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10 Comments
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
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Dining Out Of Trash Cans
George was an ambitious fox. He is very cunning and intelligent, although he would eat out of trash cans, in the alleyway, in his element.
He takes food home, back to the family den, where his lady fox and cubs are in the forestry of the ends.
He could visit a lot of bins in one night, trying to find a nice delight, when one day he messed up and had quite a fright.
A booby-trap cage had crashed down and locked him inside. There was nowhere he could run, and nowhere he could hide.
He was trapped for the night. He had stepped onto the wrong lawn....
He takes food home, back to the family den, where his lady fox and cubs are in the forestry of the ends.
He could visit a lot of bins in one night, trying to find a nice delight, when one day he messed up and had quite a fright.
A booby-trap cage had crashed down and locked him inside. There was nowhere he could run, and nowhere he could hide.
He was trapped for the night. He had stepped onto the wrong lawn....
#dogs
#animals
#birds
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bird and sky
the bird saw the freedom in the sky,
the sky saw need of the bird.
the sun told me stories,
the bird lifted its head,
seeing the freedom of the sky.
i watched the scene,
it almost became too much.
feathers like birds ran through the air.
the bird saw the freedom of the sky,
different color of feathers flew.
the sun watched it all.
he waited patiently
the bird drank from the air.
the day applauded the spectacle
and nature smiled...
the sky saw need of the bird.
the sun told me stories,
the bird lifted its head,
seeing the freedom of the sky.
i watched the scene,
it almost became too much.
feathers like birds ran through the air.
the bird saw the freedom of the sky,
different color of feathers flew.
the sun watched it all.
he waited patiently
the bird drank from the air.
the day applauded the spectacle
and nature smiled...
#earth
#birds
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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8 Comments
Aphelocoma coerulescens
The Jay flies better than the crow,
tis such a nimble thing,
like when it quickly drops below...
with its pirouette wing.
Upon a peanut it must pounce
before the squirrel leaps
after the final peanut bounce
into the mulchen heaps...
therein the peanut may be lost
to crow or squirrel sight,
but vista Jay sees where I tossed
and so it lands aright,
to blast back off into the sky
before the others know,
about the prize, or how to fly...
to where the humans throw!
tis such a nimble thing,
like when it quickly drops below...
with its pirouette wing.
Upon a peanut it must pounce
before the squirrel leaps
after the final peanut bounce
into the mulchen heaps...
therein the peanut may be lost
to crow or squirrel sight,
but vista Jay sees where I tossed
and so it lands aright,
to blast back off into the sky
before the others know,
about the prize, or how to fly...
to where the humans throw!
#birds
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8 Comments
3 Birds
In the silence of the night,
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
#beauty
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#music
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5 Comments
Rooster Rhyming Rhetoric
One summer I was in my pool when a rooster arrived
Two doors down he would crow with pride
In my town, it's illegal to own
Constantly crowing, I picked up the phone
Authorities came, the owner was fined
Situation continued, nothing rectified
Endless noise throughout the year
How much more will I need to hear?
Every morning he woke me up around five
One day I paid a visit, shot him, and he died
Two doors down he would crow with pride
In my town, it's illegal to own
Constantly crowing, I picked up the phone
Authorities came, the owner was fined
Situation continued, nothing rectified
Endless noise throughout the year
How much more will I need to hear?
Every morning he woke me up around five
One day I paid a visit, shot him, and he died
#home
#birds
#rhyming
#LifeChangingMoment
#frustration
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StevO Tha Seagull III
It was a beautiful morning, in the seaside town of Tenby.
All the holiday makers were in their best summer garms, lookin' trendy.
StevO The Seagull was gliding around over the town, listening to drill music in his headphones, baring a frown!
Sunglasses on his boatrace, that were balancing on his beak, when he decided to glide down for a better look on the street.
He saw a bald slaphead, with an angry red face, and decided to take a crap, on his head in the place.
The man had a fit Mrs, that couldn't help but laugh, and the man yanked her by...
All the holiday makers were in their best summer garms, lookin' trendy.
StevO The Seagull was gliding around over the town, listening to drill music in his headphones, baring a frown!
Sunglasses on his boatrace, that were balancing on his beak, when he decided to glide down for a better look on the street.
He saw a bald slaphead, with an angry red face, and decided to take a crap, on his head in the place.
The man had a fit Mrs, that couldn't help but laugh, and the man yanked her by...
#birds
#beach
#holiday #travel
#holiday #travel
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A Seagulls' View
To be a seagull
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
#birds
#clouds
#LifeCycle
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i cannot wait
i cannot
wait
of early
spring,
broad shoulders
of the sun,
swollen clouds,
the fields
and night,
the laughter
of flowers,
and
the hills
heavy
with dryness,
smothered
grasses,
leisurely
vacationers
drift in
and out
on the wind
singing.
wait
of early
spring,
broad shoulders
of the sun,
swollen clouds,
the fields
and night,
the laughter
of flowers,
and
the hills
heavy
with dryness,
smothered
grasses,
leisurely
vacationers
drift in
and out
on the wind
singing.
#flowers
#birds
#sky
#spring
#nature
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Polluted Poetry
Seagulls thrive on trash
Man created a hellhole
Will we ever learn?
Man created a hellhole
Will we ever learn?
#pollution
#birds
#haiku #humankind
#haiku #humankind
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There was a robin today.
Not massive news I know,
but they say those who have passed
fly in on wings, and I knew you’d arrived
for a laugh, or quite possibly
the sausage roll crumbs dusting the path
‘cause I remembered you saying
the good people at Greggs must fill them
with crack, and I’m carnivore enough
not to argue the toss over calories.
Did you arrive because at that moment
I was thinking of your reaction
to my clothes folded neatly next to me
on a hospital chair. How you’d of made
a wild fuss about trademarking for sure, ...
but they say those who have passed
fly in on wings, and I knew you’d arrived
for a laugh, or quite possibly
the sausage roll crumbs dusting the path
‘cause I remembered you saying
the good people at Greggs must fill them
with crack, and I’m carnivore enough
not to argue the toss over calories.
Did you arrive because at that moment
I was thinking of your reaction
to my clothes folded neatly next to me
on a hospital chair. How you’d of made
a wild fuss about trademarking for sure, ...
#birds
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DU Poetry : Bird Poems