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.
Spring II
The birds outside are chittering,
before dusk,
births are being considered,
wood pigeons coo,
sparrows and wrens charm their way,
it's churchbells to the field rows,
to trees reconversing above earth.
It is a wonderment amongst the rabble,
warmth sensed within burrows.
Pond life reimagined after frost.
These are hardy beasts,
each hibernate through the bitterness,
share songs as if toasting to the light.
before dusk,
births are being considered,
wood pigeons coo,
sparrows and wrens charm their way,
it's churchbells to the field rows,
to trees reconversing above earth.
It is a wonderment amongst the rabble,
warmth sensed within burrows.
Pond life reimagined after frost.
These are hardy beasts,
each hibernate through the bitterness,
share songs as if toasting to the light.
#hope
#birds
#spring
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Eagles
Majestic youth
In a reckless daring contest of strength and skill
Soaring, rising, diving
Watching, twisting, dodging
Flipping, turning, talons grasping
Like air-borne lion cubs
Wrestling for the proud prize
Of Best In Skies
Suavely mastering another
unseen opponent,
Wind currents with the strength
To turn the ocean to a foaming crashing frenzy,
Rough winds turned servant
to their vast feathered wings
These young playful eagles
Practicing
Until those young brown heads
Don the whitened crown...
In a reckless daring contest of strength and skill
Soaring, rising, diving
Watching, twisting, dodging
Flipping, turning, talons grasping
Like air-borne lion cubs
Wrestling for the proud prize
Of Best In Skies
Suavely mastering another
unseen opponent,
Wind currents with the strength
To turn the ocean to a foaming crashing frenzy,
Rough winds turned servant
to their vast feathered wings
These young playful eagles
Practicing
Until those young brown heads
Don the whitened crown...
#birds
#nature
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Life of an Eagle
From brown earth to blue sky, the winds move and sweep under me/ encouraging/ me to fly/ When I fly/ I fly high/ but I fly alone/ My altitude is unmatched and hardly if any other has flown/ if you saw what I see every day your mind would be blown/your brain probably couldnt contain the marvels, terrible and awesome things my eyes have shown/ me/ seeing this world in its authenticity/ while being able to move freely
Or so one would think/ I fly but I have boundaries/ passing these boundaries/ can lead to tragedy/ for my boundary is actually the soil known as the earth/ I thrive in the...
Or so one would think/ I fly but I have boundaries/ passing these boundaries/ can lead to tragedy/ for my boundary is actually the soil known as the earth/ I thrive in the...
#birds
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A Raven’s Eye
There is a star in a raven’s eye
That shines in the day neath a bright blue sky.
It speaks in the day of the black of night
And the mystery of the birth of light.
It speaks of the dark and the night serene
And what is known before it is seen.
It speaks of the land of dark and dreams
That gives birth to the world of daytime scenes.
The raven flies on wings of night
Toward that everlasting light.
So speaks the Raven from his eye
And when you hear the Raven’s cry.
That shines in the day neath a bright blue sky.
It speaks in the day of the black of night
And the mystery of the birth of light.
It speaks of the dark and the night serene
And what is known before it is seen.
It speaks of the land of dark and dreams
That gives birth to the world of daytime scenes.
The raven flies on wings of night
Toward that everlasting light.
So speaks the Raven from his eye
And when you hear the Raven’s cry.
#birds
#stars
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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Mrs. Mockingbird
A bird singing for the moon
As evening shadows loom
Her sweet song fills the air
With beauty beyond compare
She sings of love and hope
Her melodies help us cope
With the darkness of the night
Her song brings us delight
The moon shines bright above
As the bird sings of her love
Her voice rings clear and true
A beautiful melody for me and you
So let us stop and listen
To the bird's sweet rendition
As she sings for the moon
A beautiful and timeless tune
As evening shadows loom
Her sweet song fills the air
With beauty beyond compare
She sings of love and hope
Her melodies help us cope
With the darkness of the night
Her song brings us delight
The moon shines bright above
As the bird sings of her love
Her voice rings clear and true
A beautiful melody for me and you
So let us stop and listen
To the bird's sweet rendition
As she sings for the moon
A beautiful and timeless tune
#birds
#night
#nature
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my zen garden
I go to my happy place, I go to my garden to center myself
steam rises off the trees after it rains
they are alive and sigh relief
to be washed clean of smog they can now breathe
the weeds on the lawn are wild flowers to me
bloom where planted as Pastor Murray would say
that's what I believe, but I don't like this technological era
I think we're moving to fast you see
the winds tell me to let it all out on exhale
while chimes quietly tinkle in the background
and the song birds tell me it's a new day
the sun is shining...
steam rises off the trees after it rains
they are alive and sigh relief
to be washed clean of smog they can now breathe
the weeds on the lawn are wild flowers to me
bloom where planted as Pastor Murray would say
that's what I believe, but I don't like this technological era
I think we're moving to fast you see
the winds tell me to let it all out on exhale
while chimes quietly tinkle in the background
and the song birds tell me it's a new day
the sun is shining...
#trees
#flowers
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
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Chirpy The Fledgling 2
One morning I heard the sound of wings flapping.
And I found a fledgling in the garden.
It was a wild but friendly little bird.
Surprisingly, I caught it so easily.
And I named the fledgling Chirpy.
I didn’t know what kind of bird it was.
Chirpy was just learning how to fly.
I walked around with Chirpy for a while.
The fledgling wasn’t afraid of me.
I tried to put Chirpy back in the garden,
But the birdie didn’t want to go away.
It kept clinging to my right hand.
The next morning Chirpy was on the veranda.
And at the end...
And I found a fledgling in the garden.
It was a wild but friendly little bird.
Surprisingly, I caught it so easily.
And I named the fledgling Chirpy.
I didn’t know what kind of bird it was.
Chirpy was just learning how to fly.
I walked around with Chirpy for a while.
The fledgling wasn’t afraid of me.
I tried to put Chirpy back in the garden,
But the birdie didn’t want to go away.
It kept clinging to my right hand.
The next morning Chirpy was on the veranda.
And at the end...
#birds
#morning
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When The Baa Is Heard
Where the baa is heard
And the sound is bird
Where the flow is theme
Seen in running stream
When the rain is mist
And the eye is moon
And the river is twist
Fringed with the trees
Where the dove does croon
When the sheep and bird
Voice nature's chord
Chiming with the breeze
Wafting from the trees
It's here where pain is relief
Nothing from town to grief
It's the mountain call
When you're about to fall
Just take only your soul
And wing your fly and stroll
Among the mead and...
And the sound is bird
Where the flow is theme
Seen in running stream
When the rain is mist
And the eye is moon
And the river is twist
Fringed with the trees
Where the dove does croon
When the sheep and bird
Voice nature's chord
Chiming with the breeze
Wafting from the trees
It's here where pain is relief
Nothing from town to grief
It's the mountain call
When you're about to fall
Just take only your soul
And wing your fly and stroll
Among the mead and...
#animals
#birds
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Chirpy The Fledgling 1
This fledgling doesn’t want to leave me.
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Thank you for supporting my work.
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#birds
#gratitude
#support
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The Seagull
To be a seagull
Soaring through
The silver blue sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sudden earth
Remains dry
Yet sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flutters
As it sees
What it sees
As the splintered remnants
Of daylight deftly dims
The seagull hesitates
As it espies
Breadcrumbs falling
From the faltering skies
And wonders
As to how this can be
Then notices brie
Floating on the sea
Then realises
As the misted sun dies
That it was merely a dream ...
Soaring through
The silver blue sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sudden earth
Remains dry
Yet sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flutters
As it sees
What it sees
As the splintered remnants
Of daylight deftly dims
The seagull hesitates
As it espies
Breadcrumbs falling
From the faltering skies
And wonders
As to how this can be
Then notices brie
Floating on the sea
Then realises
As the misted sun dies
That it was merely a dream ...
#dreams
#birds
#funny #philosophical
#funny #philosophical
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#birds
#butterfly
#nature #bees
#nature #bees
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The Canary
When my uncle bought me a gift, it was something I had to bury.
When I opened his Christmas present, I received a dead canary.
He put in a cage and wrapped it on the first day of December.
Feeding and watering it was what the idiot failed to remember.
Cussing and yelling was what my neighbors heard.
When I receive a present, I don't want a dead bird.
When I yelled and cussed, my uncle said that I wasn't showing gratitude.
But when I receive a dead bird for a present, it tends to put me in a bad mood.
My uncle is so dumb that I'm ashamed to admit that...
When I opened his Christmas present, I received a dead canary.
He put in a cage and wrapped it on the first day of December.
Feeding and watering it was what the idiot failed to remember.
Cussing and yelling was what my neighbors heard.
When I receive a present, I don't want a dead bird.
When I yelled and cussed, my uncle said that I wasn't showing gratitude.
But when I receive a dead bird for a present, it tends to put me in a bad mood.
My uncle is so dumb that I'm ashamed to admit that...
#birds
#Christmas
#rhyming
#fiction
#funny
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DU Poetry : Bird Poems