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.
missjem56
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 3:43pm
11th Apr 2021 3:43pm
The First Coo Coos Of Spring!
Yahoo! Pigeon poo
Who could ask for more?
Spending a lazy Sunday afternoon
Scrapings away galore
But this time they're not guilty
For the leaking's in the flat just below
Puddles on the BalconY
With nowhere to easily flow
So have cancelled out the Pigeon Pie
Despite their messy habits woe
But i may well go slightly Cuckoo
If my Balconies rivers don't flow
This is a true story
Of my plight
On this day 11th April
Spent scraping up Pigeon shi/poo!
by Jemia
Who could ask for more?
Spending a lazy Sunday afternoon
Scrapings away galore
But this time they're not guilty
For the leaking's in the flat just below
Puddles on the BalconY
With nowhere to easily flow
So have cancelled out the Pigeon Pie
Despite their messy habits woe
But i may well go slightly Cuckoo
If my Balconies rivers don't flow
This is a true story
Of my plight
On this day 11th April
Spent scraping up Pigeon shi/poo!
by Jemia
#birds
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 3:13am
10th Apr 2021 3:13am
Sparrow Song
Tiny birds are blessed with the best of songs;
take a good walk and you’ll notice.
Blue jays wear their beauty in feathers, not voices,
pigeons and doves just quietly mourn,
crows and grackles caw and… grack,
seagulls squawk and woodpeckers drum,
and even the largest of eagles
can only manage a pitiful squeak.
But stand in a wood and you’ll hear before you see them-
the ones who warble and sing and trill.
Their nondescript browns and grays are deceptive
as their glamour shows best when you close your eyes.
Yes, the smallest...
take a good walk and you’ll notice.
Blue jays wear their beauty in feathers, not voices,
pigeons and doves just quietly mourn,
crows and grackles caw and… grack,
seagulls squawk and woodpeckers drum,
and even the largest of eagles
can only manage a pitiful squeak.
But stand in a wood and you’ll hear before you see them-
the ones who warble and sing and trill.
Their nondescript browns and grays are deceptive
as their glamour shows best when you close your eyes.
Yes, the smallest...
#birds
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
17 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 7:08am
6th Apr 2021 7:08am
Matisse The Hunter
torti calico
perfectly
camouflaged
downwind
crouching
she
observes
movement
grey and black
feathers flutter
complacently feeding
on grain or grubs
preoccupied
hindquarters twitch
anticipating
pressure building
unknown trigger
suddenly released
she catapults
liquid shadow
cascading across meadow
launched rocket-like
straight up five body lengths
single claw
snagging ...
perfectly
camouflaged
downwind
crouching
she
observes
movement
grey and black
feathers flutter
complacently feeding
on grain or grubs
preoccupied
hindquarters twitch
anticipating
pressure building
unknown trigger
suddenly released
she catapults
liquid shadow
cascading across meadow
launched rocket-like
straight up five body lengths
single claw
snagging ...
#cats
#birds
#nature
27 reads
6 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 4:16am
31st Mar 2021 4:16am
They color my world.
I go there when I need them
because thier hearts
soar, through all the
yon orangey sunsets
feathered in carotenoid.
Ah yes, the carotenoid sunsets. This is how the most
vibrant birds do
get thier wonderful colorful colors.
because thier hearts
soar, through all the
yon orangey sunsets
feathered in carotenoid.
Ah yes, the carotenoid sunsets. This is how the most
vibrant birds do
get thier wonderful colorful colors.
#birds
#sky
#nature
#aliens
#art
32 reads
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xXxDarkKittyxXx
Poem Published
28th Mar 2021 00:30am
28th Mar 2021 00:30am
Caged Bird
Lonely little girl please come out and play.
I know about the words with which you cannot say.
Caught within a loop, one you did not make
Although it isn't fair it's very hard to break.
Let me hold you tight, open up the cage.
I'll dry away your tears and help you bare the weight.
Hang on little bird your wings will grow strong.
Many notes we shall hear for your life is a song.
(unfinished works)
I know about the words with which you cannot say.
Caught within a loop, one you did not make
Although it isn't fair it's very hard to break.
Let me hold you tight, open up the cage.
I'll dry away your tears and help you bare the weight.
Hang on little bird your wings will grow strong.
Many notes we shall hear for your life is a song.
(unfinished works)
#strength
#forgiveness
#childhood
#birds
#TimeHeals
36 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2021 9:24pm
23rd Mar 2021 9:24pm
The Birds, And The Bees
One fine Summers day
A bird
And a bee
Had it away
This much puzzled
My childhood mind
As i could not imagine
Sex of this kind
Did the birds get stung
Or the bees get pecked
Did they float in the air
Whilst having sex?
Would the bees buzz
Or the birds go cheep
Or after have a cigarette
Or fall asleep?
Who was on top
Or underneath
Did they use a pill
Or a birdbee sheath?
And which was my mother
The bird, or the bee?
Shall remain for now
A mystery.... ...
A bird
And a bee
Had it away
This much puzzled
My childhood mind
As i could not imagine
Sex of this kind
Did the birds get stung
Or the bees get pecked
Did they float in the air
Whilst having sex?
Would the bees buzz
Or the birds go cheep
Or after have a cigarette
Or fall asleep?
Who was on top
Or underneath
Did they use a pill
Or a birdbee sheath?
And which was my mother
The bird, or the bee?
Shall remain for now
A mystery.... ...
#sex
#birds
#funny
#bees
#surreal
35 reads
4 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
16th Mar 2021 2:30am
16th Mar 2021 2:30am
The White Dove
Yesterday I saw a white dove feeding on the ground
How I hoped the bird was tame so I could pet it
I wanted to pick up the pretty little creature,
But the dove swiftly flew away when I went near it
How I hoped the bird was tame so I could pet it
I wanted to pick up the pretty little creature,
But the dove swiftly flew away when I went near it
#hope
#birds
28 reads
2 Comments
msmissingu
allison j
allison j
Poem Published
11th Mar 2021 5:05pm
11th Mar 2021 5:05pm
Issac
eyes are a pond
and we’re swimming inside
coming up for air but only when we have to breathe
birds might fly free but they
curl up and cry
when they watch their lovers die
our trains of thought
crash
Collide Collide alongside
we’re passengers
riding to
Riding to
Riding through
Riding to
to Mars
the landing was fine
and all
but after awhile
forget why we left at all
And years down the road
when u take off your coat
after Issac is down in the ...
and we’re swimming inside
coming up for air but only when we have to breathe
birds might fly free but they
curl up and cry
when they watch their lovers die
our trains of thought
crash
Collide Collide alongside
we’re passengers
riding to
Riding to
Riding through
Riding to
to Mars
the landing was fine
and all
but after awhile
forget why we left at all
And years down the road
when u take off your coat
after Issac is down in the ...
#love
#death
#earth
#birds
#meditation
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kraunar
Darius IV
Darius IV
Poem Published
7th Mar 2021 11:00am
7th Mar 2021 11:00am
Gyps bengalensis
I spread my wing to find death,
Soar up high following the scent,
Of the corpse's breath.
I descent to land upon,
the reeking, the dead,
Won't let you go till I am fed.
I feed on all, rich or poor.
Death tastes the same to me,
that's for sure.
But time has turned it around,
And though there are bodies to be found,
It is mine,
I'm dying on the ground.
Now it's a little too late.
For you have sealed my fate.
Dark wings would not take to the skies,
And their flapping,
won't ward off the swarm of flies. ...
Soar up high following the scent,
Of the corpse's breath.
I descent to land upon,
the reeking, the dead,
Won't let you go till I am fed.
I feed on all, rich or poor.
Death tastes the same to me,
that's for sure.
But time has turned it around,
And though there are bodies to be found,
It is mine,
I'm dying on the ground.
Now it's a little too late.
For you have sealed my fate.
Dark wings would not take to the skies,
And their flapping,
won't ward off the swarm of flies. ...
#dark
#death
#birds
#nature
#despair
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nomoth
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
onto preying verges in the wings ii
being
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
#heartbroken
#death
#birds #support
#birds #support
98 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 11:55am
24th Feb 2021 11:55am
sunrise
restless morning betray me not
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
#love
#beauty
#sun #birds
#sun #birds
61 reads
11 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 7:42am
21st Feb 2021 7:42am
the dolphin.
The Dolphin
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
#horses
#animals
#birds
#fish
#bees
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1 Comment
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