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.
UnspokenReality
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:44pm
Yesterday 5:44pm
Starling Murmurations
Swaying and moving in unison,
making magnificent shapes
in the evening sky
It is not for fun these
brilliant birds put on
this display, but to fool
the falcon seeking his meal.
Iridescent plumage is lit up
by the setting sun
Their mesmeric ways confuse
the peregrine, not being able
to lock on to his single target
To achieve such synchronum,
each starling shadows seven
of his nearest neighbors,
reacting ten times faster
than the human pilot
These brilliant feathered creatures...
making magnificent shapes
in the evening sky
It is not for fun these
brilliant birds put on
this display, but to fool
the falcon seeking his meal.
Iridescent plumage is lit up
by the setting sun
Their mesmeric ways confuse
the peregrine, not being able
to lock on to his single target
To achieve such synchronum,
each starling shadows seven
of his nearest neighbors,
reacting ten times faster
than the human pilot
These brilliant feathered creatures...
#strength
#beauty
#birds
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
15th Sep 2022 4:06pm
15th Sep 2022 4:06pm
Feathered Friend
arriving
unannounced
from distant places
he lands
on that particular branch
on this particular day
framed by
kitchen window
bearing his gift
sharing joy
in the song
he sings
(C)2022 Raibeart Bruis
unannounced
from distant places
he lands
on that particular branch
on this particular day
framed by
kitchen window
bearing his gift
sharing joy
in the song
he sings
(C)2022 Raibeart Bruis
#birds
#nature
#uplifting
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Aug 2022 1:49am
29th Aug 2022 1:49am
The Great Escape
May is a month of moon watcher mornings
Where patio chairs reluctantly dew
In the sacred air of screech owl scornings,
Which ask..."Where the deuce is my witches brew?"
Of course I cannot translate owl screech.
It was only an educated guess.
But if I could master avian speech
I'd listen for the secrets they might confess,
For owls, with their night vision goggles,
Have likely witnessed the sort of dark scenes
That would give day brains disturbing boggles
Like those provided by unsupervised teens...
Or...doomed mice turned...
Where patio chairs reluctantly dew
In the sacred air of screech owl scornings,
Which ask..."Where the deuce is my witches brew?"
Of course I cannot translate owl screech.
It was only an educated guess.
But if I could master avian speech
I'd listen for the secrets they might confess,
For owls, with their night vision goggles,
Have likely witnessed the sort of dark scenes
That would give day brains disturbing boggles
Like those provided by unsupervised teens...
Or...doomed mice turned...
#trees
#birds
#moon
#shadows
#nature
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monovox128
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2022 9:53pm
22nd Aug 2022 9:53pm
A VULTURE HAS LANDED
A VULTURE HAS LANDED
A best friend of mine, saw and posted a vulture just the other day
he wondered, what secret hidden message they'd come to say.
Vultures don't always mean death, sometimes in fact, it's rebirth
Teaching us self awareness, what in fact what we are truly worth.
Vultures can also teach us many of other interesting things practice patience and tolerance in whatever changes your life brings.
Also, often they symbolize that we need to have some faith and trust
that all will be better as things settle according to plan and must.
...
A best friend of mine, saw and posted a vulture just the other day
he wondered, what secret hidden message they'd come to say.
Vultures don't always mean death, sometimes in fact, it's rebirth
Teaching us self awareness, what in fact what we are truly worth.
Vultures can also teach us many of other interesting things practice patience and tolerance in whatever changes your life brings.
Also, often they symbolize that we need to have some faith and trust
that all will be better as things settle according to plan and must.
...
#animals
#birds
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archie23
Poem Published
19th Aug 2022 12:17pm
19th Aug 2022 12:17pm
THEATRICAL POSE
THEATRICAL POSE
I knew the cause of death.
This was obvious to me.
The sun scorched the land and the trees
and every living creature
lying there upon and within.
The crystal dish was dry.
Bits of dirt and leaf fragments
littered the empty oasis.
It had been filled earlier that morning,
however, the hungry heat of the sky
drank it quickly in it's selfish starvation.
The sun set behind the tower
as the fire continued to devour
every living being.
I saw her lying there on the grass.
A female sparrow, I can tell...
I knew the cause of death.
This was obvious to me.
The sun scorched the land and the trees
and every living creature
lying there upon and within.
The crystal dish was dry.
Bits of dirt and leaf fragments
littered the empty oasis.
It had been filled earlier that morning,
however, the hungry heat of the sky
drank it quickly in it's selfish starvation.
The sun set behind the tower
as the fire continued to devour
every living being.
I saw her lying there on the grass.
A female sparrow, I can tell...
#sadness
#animals
#birds
#disappointment
#emptiness
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 1:40am
18th Aug 2022 1:40am
The Midnight Squadron!
Sitting back in my moonlit yard
My consciousness lay close to zonking
But the placid air soon was marred
By some tropospheric honking!
It was some wing of geese in flight,
Most definitely heading south,
And the sound I heard pierce the night
Was from an airborne spoon shaped mouth!
Twas then I realized their bill
Provided them some extra lift
And a fleshless nose probes the chill
Without freezing as it sniffed.
How clever are these geese, I thought,
With their sleek, shovel shaped faces,
So splendid for a...
My consciousness lay close to zonking
But the placid air soon was marred
By some tropospheric honking!
It was some wing of geese in flight,
Most definitely heading south,
And the sound I heard pierce the night
Was from an airborne spoon shaped mouth!
Twas then I realized their bill
Provided them some extra lift
And a fleshless nose probes the chill
Without freezing as it sniffed.
How clever are these geese, I thought,
With their sleek, shovel shaped faces,
So splendid for a...
#strength
#inspirational
#birds #respect
#birds #respect
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Aug 2022 9:49am
15th Aug 2022 9:49am
The Only Way to Go!
Oh course the welkin proudly, fair goose!
Pound more the heavens with thy mighty wings
And with that beating, some shite and quills unloose
To descend upon the pride of haughty kings!
Spirits lift when thy flock begins to flap
As nature displays how glory is fletched
And punctuated by multitudinous crap
Forever upon a crowded car park etched!
Thusly nature demonstrates her disdain
Upon mankind's automotive trappings
By means of an unending fecal rain
That had fueled the squadron's great flappings!
So take that, oh motorist...
Pound more the heavens with thy mighty wings
And with that beating, some shite and quills unloose
To descend upon the pride of haughty kings!
Spirits lift when thy flock begins to flap
As nature displays how glory is fletched
And punctuated by multitudinous crap
Forever upon a crowded car park etched!
Thusly nature demonstrates her disdain
Upon mankind's automotive trappings
By means of an unending fecal rain
That had fueled the squadron's great flappings!
So take that, oh motorist...
#birds
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Lord_A
Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 1:08pm
8th Aug 2022 1:08pm
Haiku 1
daybreak’s sun - still lake
birds take flight - the rooster crows
he ensures all know
birds take flight - the rooster crows
he ensures all know
#sun
#birds
#water
#nature
#dawn
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Brammer
Poem Published
1st Aug 2022 2:25pm
1st Aug 2022 2:25pm
The White Finch and Crocus
Oh hello there, tender little flower, so beautiful and bright,
we have much in common, you and I, we both love in the light.
Your petals, my dress, we both look great in white,
short yet proud, we both stand at the same height,
prudent and shy, we both hide at night,
gentle and kind, we both never fight.
Don’t forget about me, when I’m out of sight,
it is late now and I must take flight.
we have much in common, you and I, we both love in the light.
Your petals, my dress, we both look great in white,
short yet proud, we both stand at the same height,
prudent and shy, we both hide at night,
gentle and kind, we both never fight.
Don’t forget about me, when I’m out of sight,
it is late now and I must take flight.
#happiness
#flowers
#birds
#nature
#rhyming
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Aug 2022 1:31pm
1st Aug 2022 1:31pm
Safe Arbor
I saw her shuffling feathers
As she sank into her nest
Out of all the gentle weathers
The season threw at her red breast.
She laid a brood amid the vines
Which will bear autumnal hops
Around the nest that it entwines
Just beyond spring's rainy drops,
But if I venture way too near
She will launch herself post haste
Away from that which flavors beer
Wherein her home is interlaced,
But Mother Redbreast soon returns
To rest upon her new concerns!
As she sank into her nest
Out of all the gentle weathers
The season threw at her red breast.
She laid a brood amid the vines
Which will bear autumnal hops
Around the nest that it entwines
Just beyond spring's rainy drops,
But if I venture way too near
She will launch herself post haste
Away from that which flavors beer
Wherein her home is interlaced,
But Mother Redbreast soon returns
To rest upon her new concerns!
#birds
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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Jul 2022 10:25am
7th Jul 2022 10:25am
Night Of The Living Quack!
It was obviously difficult
At first
To distinguish
Betwixt a normal duck
And a zombie duck
Until they quacked
And their waddle
Gave them the appearance
Of an inebriated duck
And their quack
Sounded more like a quark
On their own
They were fairly harmless
But if surrounded by these beastly entities
A gang of zombie ducks
All quarking loudly
You could be in mortal danger
Of seemingly being squashed
By an insane eiderdown
Unless you were quick enough
To avoid the quaik
And duck down
Then...
At first
To distinguish
Betwixt a normal duck
And a zombie duck
Until they quacked
And their waddle
Gave them the appearance
Of an inebriated duck
And their quack
Sounded more like a quark
On their own
They were fairly harmless
But if surrounded by these beastly entities
A gang of zombie ducks
All quarking loudly
You could be in mortal danger
Of seemingly being squashed
By an insane eiderdown
Unless you were quick enough
To avoid the quaik
And duck down
Then...
#birds
#funny
#zombies
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
6th Jul 2022 4:39pm
6th Jul 2022 4:39pm
I am a Bird
I am a Bird”
Please, tell me it’s okay, that it’s alright,
That the wings I’ve searched for in my heart
Will be born among skies I’ve never known:
A vault of blue that no wind has crossed
Over meadows where no man has walked.
I am a bird. And I long to soar—
But the cage is all I have ever seen.
I yearn to sing, but my voice is in the throats
Of bells that toll the ending of the season of song
There is frost to come, a silent mist pervades
A shadow falls upon a world of shades.
My nest is bare, there are no voices. ...
Please, tell me it’s okay, that it’s alright,
That the wings I’ve searched for in my heart
Will be born among skies I’ve never known:
A vault of blue that no wind has crossed
Over meadows where no man has walked.
I am a bird. And I long to soar—
But the cage is all I have ever seen.
I yearn to sing, but my voice is in the throats
Of bells that toll the ending of the season of song
There is frost to come, a silent mist pervades
A shadow falls upon a world of shades.
My nest is bare, there are no voices. ...
#death
#birds
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