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.
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:54pm
17th Jul 2024 1:54pm
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
122 reads
5 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 6:05pm
7th Jul 2024 6:05pm
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
180 reads
20 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 8:26pm
20th Jun 2024 8:26pm
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
102 reads
0 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 2:25am
22nd May 2024 2:25am
not an owl (but a crow)
i once had
a pet crow
that would
sit high up
in a tree
and thought
himself
to be
an owl,
because
after he flew
into a limb,
he developed
amnesia,
someone
jokingly
convinced
him that he
was an owl,
not a crow.
a pet crow
that would
sit high up
in a tree
and thought
himself
to be
an owl,
because
after he flew
into a limb,
he developed
amnesia,
someone
jokingly
convinced
him that he
was an owl,
not a crow.
#birds
#confusion
#denial #nature
#denial #nature
176 reads
4 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
17th May 2024 3:08pm
17th May 2024 3:08pm
Zenith of Zen
The crow perched at the crest of the tree.
Is in constant scrutiny of human monotony.
The robin wearing an auburn breast
hops along more casually.
The starling tucked in the leafy branch squawked.
Of his pipedream of being a hawk.
Life seems to just effortlessly transpire.
As if nothing is right and nothing is wrong.
Agonized thoughts seem a little less diar.
While nature's bursting with jubilant song.
When it hurts to be human,
Seek the natural world,
The zenith of zen.
Is in constant scrutiny of human monotony.
The robin wearing an auburn breast
hops along more casually.
The starling tucked in the leafy branch squawked.
Of his pipedream of being a hawk.
Life seems to just effortlessly transpire.
As if nothing is right and nothing is wrong.
Agonized thoughts seem a little less diar.
While nature's bursting with jubilant song.
When it hurts to be human,
Seek the natural world,
The zenith of zen.
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
170 reads
21 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
16th May 2024 4:41am
16th May 2024 4:41am
the eagle
watch the
powerful wings
unfold,
following wind
hard
and steep,
his voice
shattering
the silence,
to heights
and caress
the sacred
fire,
the secrets
of his
heart,
he possesses
the sufficient
amount
to remain
free.
powerful wings
unfold,
following wind
hard
and steep,
his voice
shattering
the silence,
to heights
and caress
the sacred
fire,
the secrets
of his
heart,
he possesses
the sufficient
amount
to remain
free.
#birds
#courage
#nature
#sky
#strength
145 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
14th May 2024 1:03pm
14th May 2024 1:03pm
The Seagull Poet
Out of the shadows
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
#birds
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
#sea
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 1:36pm
28th Apr 2024 1:36pm
Fatuous illation
28/30
Fatuous illation
Damn Nesting Owls won’t shut up so I can think!
& now the Cooper’s Hawks are awake!
Difficult to spit out Day 28’s poem
all this racket goin’ on just outside my door
Don’t get me wrong, as I do adore
them Bird’s of Prey
the sounds they make
the rodent control
but the din early in the morning
when I am trying to think?!
Great
Now ALL the Birds are awake!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
60 unique words
Fatuous illation
Damn Nesting Owls won’t shut up so I can think!
& now the Cooper’s Hawks are awake!
Difficult to spit out Day 28’s poem
all this racket goin’ on just outside my door
Don’t get me wrong, as I do adore
them Bird’s of Prey
the sounds they make
the rodent control
but the din early in the morning
when I am trying to think?!
Great
Now ALL the Birds are awake!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
60 unique words
#birds
#NaPoWriMo2024
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 11:23am
28th Apr 2024 11:23am
Robin's Song
Quaint dawn robin's song.
The wrong in the heart lingers.
Tune of bliss uplifts.
The wrong in the heart lingers.
Tune of bliss uplifts.
#anxiety
#birds
#dawn
#haiku
#uplifting
185 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 6:53pm
26th Apr 2024 6:53pm
Heretofore First Blush
26/30
Heretofore First Blush
I was pleasantly surprised
to hear a rapid-fire clicks
in succession of one
another, at 3am,
this morning
I know that’s the sounds
of happy Hummingbirds
What I didn’t know
is they are up flitting
about that early!!
The Finches, Sparrows
Cardinals, Doves, Quails,
and Turtledoves
all rise around 5:30am
The predators are up
at dawn –
save for the Owls
Who hoot until
their bedtime
at 6am
I am up and down at all hours...
Heretofore First Blush
I was pleasantly surprised
to hear a rapid-fire clicks
in succession of one
another, at 3am,
this morning
I know that’s the sounds
of happy Hummingbirds
What I didn’t know
is they are up flitting
about that early!!
The Finches, Sparrows
Cardinals, Doves, Quails,
and Turtledoves
all rise around 5:30am
The predators are up
at dawn –
save for the Owls
Who hoot until
their bedtime
at 6am
I am up and down at all hours...
#birds
#morning
#NaPoWriMo2024
132 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 1:35am
17th Apr 2024 1:35am
A Fine Show
I am that lone bird
Floating on the breezes
In an ever darkening sky
The rippling ocean
Comes to life
Dashing it's heaving waters
Against the pebbled shoreline
I see the storm arriving
As i seek shelter
In the caves by the castle ruins
And just as i enter
A flash of lightning
Arcs across the night sky
I see other birds
Their heads down
Awaiting the storms end
The roar of the ocean
Along with the thunder, and lightning
Pierces the inner sanctum of the cave
Eventually, the tempest begins to ease ...
Floating on the breezes
In an ever darkening sky
The rippling ocean
Comes to life
Dashing it's heaving waters
Against the pebbled shoreline
I see the storm arriving
As i seek shelter
In the caves by the castle ruins
And just as i enter
A flash of lightning
Arcs across the night sky
I see other birds
Their heads down
Awaiting the storms end
The roar of the ocean
Along with the thunder, and lightning
Pierces the inner sanctum of the cave
Eventually, the tempest begins to ease ...
#birds
#storm
#nature #escape
#nature #escape
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 10:38am
9th Apr 2024 10:38am
Corvus
Struck by the gloss of the ebony plumage
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
#death
#birds
#LifeCycle
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18 Comments
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