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.
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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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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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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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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Robin Red
Red breasted
plump and round
soft feathers gray
as steel
marching across
a cold wet ground.
Suddenly stopping
what does it hear
head slightly cocked
listening, listening
what is that sound?
Unsuspecting
wiggling in the darkness
an earth worm, long
moving down below
a few tugs, it's gone.
plump and round
soft feathers gray
as steel
marching across
a cold wet ground.
Suddenly stopping
what does it hear
head slightly cocked
listening, listening
what is that sound?
Unsuspecting
wiggling in the darkness
an earth worm, long
moving down below
a few tugs, it's gone.
#birds
#nature
#WritingPoetry
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LONESOME CHICKEN SONG (3-26-1988; Trinidad, Humboldt County, Northern California)
all my friends
be outside
cluckin in the yard
life up north here
in all the wet cold and fog
dense redwood forests
filled with head high ferns
and fallen moss covered logs
really ain t so hard
to live amidst and bear
it just gets kinda lonesome at times
especially after six long
cold months
of livin so isolated
way up north here
all on my own alone
except that is
for all my only other
fine feathered friends up here
i get to visit and see twice a day
who all be outside right...
be outside
cluckin in the yard
life up north here
in all the wet cold and fog
dense redwood forests
filled with head high ferns
and fallen moss covered logs
really ain t so hard
to live amidst and bear
it just gets kinda lonesome at times
especially after six long
cold months
of livin so isolated
way up north here
all on my own alone
except that is
for all my only other
fine feathered friends up here
i get to visit and see twice a day
who all be outside right...
#earth
#forest
#animals
#birds
#nature
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Proof of Life
In the westward sky is a crow's clear caw.
A visceral proof of life.
That there joyously exists more than just our strife.
It soared mystically deep into the baby blue
and fluffy white blissful unknown.
In the north sky
gathers a small murder of crows,
with their chaotic excitable moan.
A folktale goes that the crows congregate
to hover and decide another crow's fate.
Place a scavenger of death in a vast cheerful sky.
You realize a great many days are void of a why
They are just proof of life.
So feel alive!
A visceral proof of life.
That there joyously exists more than just our strife.
It soared mystically deep into the baby blue
and fluffy white blissful unknown.
In the north sky
gathers a small murder of crows,
with their chaotic excitable moan.
A folktale goes that the crows congregate
to hover and decide another crow's fate.
Place a scavenger of death in a vast cheerful sky.
You realize a great many days are void of a why
They are just proof of life.
So feel alive!
#happiness
#birds
#sky #fate
#sky #fate
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