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.
The Feeder
The bird feeder was the it place to be.
When filled with a simple yet glorious feast.
The fluttering wings of the landing birds,
brings hurting hearts a silent joy.
Acrobatic whirling & flapping,
the birds are happy and coy.
Rogue birds on the porch table
devouring stray food.
A full bird is one with nothing to brood.
Should become a human mood.
And below two cloud colored bunnies gather.
Around two squirrels enigmatic pursuit.
A hurting heart would rather,
loosen a root to the pain.
Let the natural world...
When filled with a simple yet glorious feast.
The fluttering wings of the landing birds,
brings hurting hearts a silent joy.
Acrobatic whirling & flapping,
the birds are happy and coy.
Rogue birds on the porch table
devouring stray food.
A full bird is one with nothing to brood.
Should become a human mood.
And below two cloud colored bunnies gather.
Around two squirrels enigmatic pursuit.
A hurting heart would rather,
loosen a root to the pain.
Let the natural world...
#animals
#birds
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
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The Woodpeckers
two brothers in a distant woodland lived
a bird duke named Sir Woody Woodpecker
and his handsome brother Wordy
but all they did was bicker
they used to share a nest
with their tired exhausted parents
were they glad when the brothers flew
Mr and Mrs Woodpecker celebrated with many pints
The two brothers didn't see eye to eye
they couldn't agree on anything
they fought noisily, with much enmity
they slapped each other with their wings
Woody the noble was very nice
believed in joy and love and endless embrace ...
a bird duke named Sir Woody Woodpecker
and his handsome brother Wordy
but all they did was bicker
they used to share a nest
with their tired exhausted parents
were they glad when the brothers flew
Mr and Mrs Woodpecker celebrated with many pints
The two brothers didn't see eye to eye
they couldn't agree on anything
they fought noisily, with much enmity
they slapped each other with their wings
Woody the noble was very nice
believed in joy and love and endless embrace ...
#birds
#fiction
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Annie Black
Hello bird my love
for you cups my hands and swings
my feet to your feet
to catch you at your embrace
on grass we both love
for you cups my hands and swings
my feet to your feet
to catch you at your embrace
on grass we both love
#birds
#childhood
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
#tanka
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Just Be
There was a lurid green sheen
to the ancient creek.
Sweetly haunted by
the secret summer reflections
of the leaves.
The sunbeams form brilliant white ripples
on the surface of the cool languid water.
What a perfect location for peace to loiter.
The gliding geese pepper the creek,
a visual feast of their natural pageantry.
I decided to just be.
In the moment.
In the immediate journey.
Let past and future worries flee.
to the ancient creek.
Sweetly haunted by
the secret summer reflections
of the leaves.
The sunbeams form brilliant white ripples
on the surface of the cool languid water.
What a perfect location for peace to loiter.
The gliding geese pepper the creek,
a visual feast of their natural pageantry.
I decided to just be.
In the moment.
In the immediate journey.
Let past and future worries flee.
#anxiety
#birds
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
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freedom and chains
Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler
state of being[,] which we may strive to attain.”—Douglas Coupland
“Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.”
—Louis de Bernieres
softly feathered, fluffy bird,
yours the sweetest song i’ve heard,
how inclined your head, to look
as, perhaps, i were a book
you must struggle hard to read!
what new lessons could i teach
one whose wit i must beseech
to expand the narrowness
into which i now recess?
edify my...
state of being[,] which we may strive to attain.”—Douglas Coupland
“Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.”
—Louis de Bernieres
softly feathered, fluffy bird,
yours the sweetest song i’ve heard,
how inclined your head, to look
as, perhaps, i were a book
you must struggle hard to read!
what new lessons could i teach
one whose wit i must beseech
to expand the narrowness
into which i now recess?
edify my...
#birds
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#humankind
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How Rude
Seagulls dancing
In the greying night sky
Flying high
Amongst the darkening clouds
Rocking it
Screeching
Screaming
Swearing
Shitting
On all those
Unfortunate to be
Or not
In their line of fire
They have no desire
Other than
To steal our food
How rude!
by Jemia
In the greying night sky
Flying high
Amongst the darkening clouds
Rocking it
Screeching
Screaming
Swearing
Shitting
On all those
Unfortunate to be
Or not
In their line of fire
They have no desire
Other than
To steal our food
How rude!
by Jemia
#birds
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
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Strange Summer Silence
Strange summer silence
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
#birds
#music
#nature
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For The Birds
I wonder if the Red Robin knows
what a pretty bird it is?
Does the avian community
envy what God hath wrought?
Is the Blue Jay flippin' the bird
off his branch, onto the power line?
Sure Peacocks "strut their feathers well"
and any "Birdbrain" knows "Bird Is The Word"
But still, everyone has a butt hole
even the Buzzard?
With a flowery word like 'cloaca'
who could understand such fowl vanity?
06-15-2024
what a pretty bird it is?
Does the avian community
envy what God hath wrought?
Is the Blue Jay flippin' the bird
off his branch, onto the power line?
Sure Peacocks "strut their feathers well"
and any "Birdbrain" knows "Bird Is The Word"
But still, everyone has a butt hole
even the Buzzard?
With a flowery word like 'cloaca'
who could understand such fowl vanity?
06-15-2024
#birds
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Prataap samanta.
Divorce
Divorce.
Divorce.
#birds
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Mistaken Identity
Prunella Modularis
Prunella Modularis
likes to hug and kiss,
he flits from nest to nest
and tickles every miss,
although he sports
a plain brown smock,
he doth whisper, sweet pillow talk,
so look beneath the Hollyhocks,
or there amongst the Rhubarb stalks,
that little bird, firing Cupid's arrows
he is a Dunnock,
and not a Sparrow!
Prunella Modularis
likes to hug and kiss,
he flits from nest to nest
and tickles every miss,
although he sports
a plain brown smock,
he doth whisper, sweet pillow talk,
so look beneath the Hollyhocks,
or there amongst the Rhubarb stalks,
that little bird, firing Cupid's arrows
he is a Dunnock,
and not a Sparrow!
#birds
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The green night.
Night green rain
On bulb board
Games of sweet
cheese
Muncher.
Trees filled with yellow sap.
Nights at ISD booth
Bar.
Michigan in Mitch McConnell.
Drop off me today to shop.
Rain drizzled my window
Panes.
Lanes lonely as weak wife
Disease.
On bulb board
Games of sweet
cheese
Muncher.
Trees filled with yellow sap.
Nights at ISD booth
Bar.
Michigan in Mitch McConnell.
Drop off me today to shop.
Rain drizzled my window
Panes.
Lanes lonely as weak wife
Disease.
#birds
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A cold brewing.
Summer past
Months were
Listening to
Melody of
Presley.
Dog barks
At wind cold
Brings chills.
Summers in
Morning poems
In bedroom
Cold in pages.
Whites and red
in sheet
Brings caps
To call
For the first
Day of duty.
Months were
Listening to
Melody of
Presley.
Dog barks
At wind cold
Brings chills.
Summers in
Morning poems
In bedroom
Cold in pages.
Whites and red
in sheet
Brings caps
To call
For the first
Day of duty.
#birds
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DU Poetry : Bird Poems