Poems About Birds Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about birds seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
PAR
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 12:33pm
12th Mar 2023 12:33pm
divine bird that is a ship
There was once a god.
He could make big storms
and throw worlds into oblivion.
His wish was reality.
The Fire of the Depths
and the eye of the hurricane
were his as much as
the comets in the sky.
One day he did
his wrath falling
over the men
and the places
where they had been.
There was so much damage
that only a bird
and two snails remained.
The bird was aware
that he itself was not a god
and the snails would not joke
about something so absurd.
...
He could make big storms
and throw worlds into oblivion.
His wish was reality.
The Fire of the Depths
and the eye of the hurricane
were his as much as
the comets in the sky.
One day he did
his wrath falling
over the men
and the places
where they had been.
There was so much damage
that only a bird
and two snails remained.
The bird was aware
that he itself was not a god
and the snails would not joke
about something so absurd.
...
#birds
#God
#faith #mirror
#faith #mirror
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 4:28am
1st Mar 2023 4:28am
birds of a feather
a haiku fest
1. prey
birds are possible
feather friends to everyone
carrion de come
2. slay
you're impossible
enemy to helpless birds
watch di wing dem soar
3. soufflé
birds have cattle friends
egrets nest on cows' backbone
flee-and-tick prekkeh
4. touché
when the storm winds blow
swallows refuge in the rock
birdman snug in bed
© Copyright 2023 February 28
by Clyve A. Bowen
1. prey
birds are possible
feather friends to everyone
carrion de come
2. slay
you're impossible
enemy to helpless birds
watch di wing dem soar
3. soufflé
birds have cattle friends
egrets nest on cows' backbone
flee-and-tick prekkeh
4. touché
when the storm winds blow
swallows refuge in the rock
birdman snug in bed
© Copyright 2023 February 28
by Clyve A. Bowen
#birds
#nature
#haiku
44 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Feb 2023 11:40am
28th Feb 2023 11:40am
Wonderfulness
nothing is more beautiful
than the giraffes
carrying the brown
of the savannas on their backs,
but also
it can be said that
nothing is more beautiful
than the flamingos
in flight to bring
the magnolias of dawn
on their wings,
but it can also be said
that nothing is more beautiful
than the cats
licking mysteries
with crystalline eyes,
but also
it can be said
that nothing is more beautiful
than the platypus
that inside his spaceship
is not worried at all,
if you...
than the giraffes
carrying the brown
of the savannas on their backs,
but also
it can be said that
nothing is more beautiful
than the flamingos
in flight to bring
the magnolias of dawn
on their wings,
but it can also be said
that nothing is more beautiful
than the cats
licking mysteries
with crystalline eyes,
but also
it can be said
that nothing is more beautiful
than the platypus
that inside his spaceship
is not worried at all,
if you...
#beauty
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Feb 2023 10:09pm
21st Feb 2023 10:09pm
Mother Goose!
When days aren't much brighter than the nights
And all the nimbi ceaselessly blow
I long for the geese on their northern flights
As tonic for doldrums felt here below.
I've long betook from altitonant birds
A fervid sense of their hankering roam
Whereby I try to think of the words
That might call magnetoreception...Home.
Imagine a compass stuck in your nose
To help sniff out antipodean trips
And thereby find where the goose feed grows
Saving the flock from apocalypse!
Yet what grub powers the copious flaps ...
And all the nimbi ceaselessly blow
I long for the geese on their northern flights
As tonic for doldrums felt here below.
I've long betook from altitonant birds
A fervid sense of their hankering roam
Whereby I try to think of the words
That might call magnetoreception...Home.
Imagine a compass stuck in your nose
To help sniff out antipodean trips
And thereby find where the goose feed grows
Saving the flock from apocalypse!
Yet what grub powers the copious flaps ...
#earth
#birds
#storm
#spring
#evolution
51 reads
5 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 4:16pm
31st Jan 2023 4:16pm
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
80 reads
1 Comment
King_Seraphiel
Joshua Jamal
Joshua Jamal
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 6:36pm
4th Jan 2023 6:36pm
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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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 5:55pm
29th Dec 2022 5:55pm
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
188 reads
20 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 4:56pm
29th Dec 2022 4:56pm
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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0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 2:20am
29th Dec 2022 2:20am
Chirpy The Fledgling 1
This fledgling doesn’t want to leave me.
Watch the video entitled, “Chirpy The Fledgling” on YouTube.
Share the link with your friends.
Don’t forget to like the video.
Make a comment on the video if you wish.
I appreciate the current viewership.
Thank you for supporting my work.
Help to make this video go viral in 2023.
https://youtu.be/dNGmlLWhsyo
Watch the video entitled, “Chirpy The Fledgling” on YouTube.
Share the link with your friends.
Don’t forget to like the video.
Make a comment on the video if you wish.
I appreciate the current viewership.
Thank you for supporting my work.
Help to make this video go viral in 2023.
https://youtu.be/dNGmlLWhsyo
#birds
#gratitude
#support
77 reads
0 Comments
alcedoathis2
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 3:09pm
25th Dec 2022 3:09pm
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#birds
#butterfly
#nature #bees
#nature #bees
90 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
14th Dec 2022 12:27pm
14th Dec 2022 12:27pm
Edgar
I was out for a walk
one day when I heard
a voice say "forevermore"
which made me look up
and see this one raven.
After I looked around
and saw that no one
else was there, this
kid smiled and took
the bird to his house.
Once there, I made
sure that "Edgar"
has been well fed
and taken care of.
one day when I heard
a voice say "forevermore"
which made me look up
and see this one raven.
After I looked around
and saw that no one
else was there, this
kid smiled and took
the bird to his house.
Once there, I made
sure that "Edgar"
has been well fed
and taken care of.
#birds
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#dialogue
#EdgarAllanPoe
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
1st Dec 2022 4:20pm
1st Dec 2022 4:20pm
smidgeon
A book’s pages spin and flutter
Like the lifting-off of a flock
A dazzle of gray and black and white
Wings scraping the air
The sky bleeds cool and clear
And wet the ink
And the rain runs into the drains
Rushing
And a loner,
A pigeon with blue sides
It looks at the bench
Where someone used to sit
And scatter their feed
It doesn’t understand why it looks at the bench
For it was his grandfather who was fed here
To him it was an age before him
But the man is not there anymore
But the pigeon still looks at the...
Like the lifting-off of a flock
A dazzle of gray and black and white
Wings scraping the air
The sky bleeds cool and clear
And wet the ink
And the rain runs into the drains
Rushing
And a loner,
A pigeon with blue sides
It looks at the bench
Where someone used to sit
And scatter their feed
It doesn’t understand why it looks at the bench
For it was his grandfather who was fed here
To him it was an age before him
But the man is not there anymore
But the pigeon still looks at the...
#birds
#aging
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