Poems About Birds Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about birds seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Are You Nice or Kind?
A single junco hopping carefree;
pecking stray seed in the snow.
The bird fully embraces the world it knows.
It's tiny heart thumps in gratitude;
for the wondrous discovery of food.
There is a difference between nice and kind;
you will hopefully someday find.
Being nice, you are pleasant and agreeable;
only to make yourself shine
in another's judgemental eye.
If you are kind, you have a deeper level of compassion
for a person's needy cry.
pecking stray seed in the snow.
The bird fully embraces the world it knows.
It's tiny heart thumps in gratitude;
for the wondrous discovery of food.
There is a difference between nice and kind;
you will hopefully someday find.
Being nice, you are pleasant and agreeable;
only to make yourself shine
in another's judgemental eye.
If you are kind, you have a deeper level of compassion
for a person's needy cry.
#birds
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
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bird in her nest
look up,
high up,
hid from
the
summer
heat
in the
treetop's
shadow,
there is
a small
nest,
i see
bright
feathers
half hid,
the bird
is
composed
within,
her mind
on an
upcoming
journey,
then she
disappears
into a
silent
evening.
high up,
hid from
the
summer
heat
in the
treetop's
shadow,
there is
a small
nest,
i see
bright
feathers
half hid,
the bird
is
composed
within,
her mind
on an
upcoming
journey,
then she
disappears
into a
silent
evening.
#birds
#morning
#summer #trees
#summer #trees
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flock of birds
the wind
softly
singing,
carrying
many
flocked
birds
silhouetted
against
the sky,
they are
free, come
down to
perch
and rest
before
continuing.
softly
singing,
carrying
many
flocked
birds
silhouetted
against
the sky,
they are
free, come
down to
perch
and rest
before
continuing.
#birds
#nature
#sky #wind
#sky #wind
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Bird on a Barren Feeder
In a vacant quiet winter world,
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
#birds
#identity
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External Wombs
Disconnected
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
#birds
#birth
#nature
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The Bleak Beak (5-7-5)
A
worm
wriggles
free
Vermian
spaghetti
raw
Escaping
bird
beaks
by Jemia
worm
wriggles
free
Vermian
spaghetti
raw
Escaping
bird
beaks
by Jemia
#birds
#food
#nature
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Murder of Crows
We are all made of bloodclay
at one with the earth
warm with all directions
wherever they may lead
Molded by measures of love
and the presence of hate
baked by life and
a cob oven sun
My sand brown eyes
with tearless vision
watch them form
circles of oblivion
hovering above my head
A halo of crows
coloring a black witch sky
waiting for me
to trip and shatter
But they misunderstand
the air and the beat
of the sun...
at one with the earth
warm with all directions
wherever they may lead
Molded by measures of love
and the presence of hate
baked by life and
a cob oven sun
My sand brown eyes
with tearless vision
watch them form
circles of oblivion
hovering above my head
A halo of crows
coloring a black witch sky
waiting for me
to trip and shatter
But they misunderstand
the air and the beat
of the sun...
#birds
#curse
#fate
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Death marks silence in the all
Ridges of feathers
collecting the zephyrs
dispersing the swell of air
raising the raven
in sweet undulations
whilst bearing the mark of the wear
Whistling winds
thinned his ebony coat
as he flits through
his patchwork empire
scouring the nether
for a scrap of leather
to soothe the pang
of famine
Upon a totem,
he wilts into idle
carving a line of sight
between the grasses
veiling time in distractions
lingering
gripping patience
with an essence of lull
...
collecting the zephyrs
dispersing the swell of air
raising the raven
in sweet undulations
whilst bearing the mark of the wear
Whistling winds
thinned his ebony coat
as he flits through
his patchwork empire
scouring the nether
for a scrap of leather
to soothe the pang
of famine
Upon a totem,
he wilts into idle
carving a line of sight
between the grasses
veiling time in distractions
lingering
gripping patience
with an essence of lull
...
#birds
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7 Comments
Going Cuckoo!
Tick tock
Went the old grandfather clock
At the same time as a cock
Went cockledoodledoo
Tick tock went the old clock
As the cock
Went tick tock too
Whilst a different clock
Simply went cuckoo!
by Jemia
Went the old grandfather clock
At the same time as a cock
Went cockledoodledoo
Tick tock went the old clock
As the cock
Went tick tock too
Whilst a different clock
Simply went cuckoo!
by Jemia
#birds
#courage
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Summer
The earth felt massive yet motionless.
When my heart twists and hurts lie.
But clouds in secret shapes still crawl bye.
Some in a wispy angel divine.
Hard flapping at the feeder.
The smaller the bird,
the more voracious an eater.
We should be devouring
all those little things, gloriously sweeter.
The brightest of sun rests her rays
silently knowing the stifling sorrow it slays.
We noticed the female cardinal has a scarlet head.
Decorated messengers from beyond the dead.
Is a bird's flight planned?
Like scurrying...
When my heart twists and hurts lie.
But clouds in secret shapes still crawl bye.
Some in a wispy angel divine.
Hard flapping at the feeder.
The smaller the bird,
the more voracious an eater.
We should be devouring
all those little things, gloriously sweeter.
The brightest of sun rests her rays
silently knowing the stifling sorrow it slays.
We noticed the female cardinal has a scarlet head.
Decorated messengers from beyond the dead.
Is a bird's flight planned?
Like scurrying...
#birds
#summer
#sun
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Nature Moving
One only waxes poetic,
Recounting nature's perfect kinetics.
Uses only immaculate phrasing,
To emphasise how amazing,
The stems, heavy hips.
The dropping of honey drips,
From the honeycomb,
That it's swaying whips.
The bee, hovers over, with power.
But gentle, goes into her flower.
The plosion of pollen.
What remains, the wind devours.
The cyrsos that conceals
A mirage that is real.
In flutters, her wings are spread,
A sensuous reveal
The Monarch, making love with The...
Recounting nature's perfect kinetics.
Uses only immaculate phrasing,
To emphasise how amazing,
The stems, heavy hips.
The dropping of honey drips,
From the honeycomb,
That it's swaying whips.
The bee, hovers over, with power.
But gentle, goes into her flower.
The plosion of pollen.
What remains, the wind devours.
The cyrsos that conceals
A mirage that is real.
In flutters, her wings are spread,
A sensuous reveal
The Monarch, making love with The...
#bees
#birds
#butterfly
#flowers
#nature
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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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