Poems About Birds Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about birds seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
The Nostalgic Nightingale
Perched on a withering branch
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
#birds
#memories
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
49 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
~& the caw-ing cute, the cranial city Crow.. will go uncared for:(
at fourish fivish this a dark sunday dawn..
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
#anger
#birds
#CallToAction
#city
#nature
66 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
~a march(-ing) red..
.in a high noonish-dusk dramatics..
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
#birds
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
122 reads
6 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 8:34pm
2nd Mar 2025 8:34pm
Do you feel uncomfortable?
When you were young
you would fly away
so what has changed?
if their words cannot
stuff your eardrums
like cotton wool
as your chest begins
screaming back up
into your throat,
let those wings
beat seamlessly
back & forth
once again.
you would fly away
so what has changed?
if their words cannot
stuff your eardrums
like cotton wool
as your chest begins
screaming back up
into your throat,
let those wings
beat seamlessly
back & forth
once again.
#birds
#nature
128 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
Bird Nesting Poetry
In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
#birds
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
97 reads
7 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 8:56pm
17th Feb 2025 8:56pm
Black Feathers
Black feathers in the breeze
Soaring over mountains seas
Taming wind in perfect ease
He flips in mid-air as a tease
And I wonder if a raven sees
And if perhaps he hears my pleas
I down here and on my knees
Whispering lift me with you please
I'll trade you cheese
Soaring over mountains seas
Taming wind in perfect ease
He flips in mid-air as a tease
And I wonder if a raven sees
And if perhaps he hears my pleas
I down here and on my knees
Whispering lift me with you please
I'll trade you cheese
#admiration
#birds
#freedom
#magic
#wind
85 reads
4 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 5:15am
5th Feb 2025 5:15am
Time: Love’s Lie
Time
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
#birds
#lies
#love #science
#love #science
121 reads
6 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 5:13pm
30th Jan 2025 5:13pm
Porcelain Origami
She folds herself into a swan
So she can fly away
She cracks but never breaks
She reinforced her porcelain
So she can fly away
She cracks but never breaks
She reinforced her porcelain
#birds
82 reads
2 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
This Life Is For The Birds
Matthew 6:26 "Consider the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone...
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone...
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
90 reads
0 Comments
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 3:12pm
10th Jan 2025 3:12pm
Twin.
One must protect the boundaries of love
With 3 hearts
Warrior, protector, lover
He came and wrapped me up
The day after the bird hit the window
My brother, black angel
Upside down wings
Feathers so soft
And warm
Against the skin of my arm
As you love me
Surround me
I let go
Dissipate
Cycles within cycles
Into the sea, liquidied
Turned to hide inside the earth
Became fire and expanded wide
Burn to ashes and rise
Just float
The wind, that is, its
Spinning
Around inside the...
With 3 hearts
Warrior, protector, lover
He came and wrapped me up
The day after the bird hit the window
My brother, black angel
Upside down wings
Feathers so soft
And warm
Against the skin of my arm
As you love me
Surround me
I let go
Dissipate
Cycles within cycles
Into the sea, liquidied
Turned to hide inside the earth
Became fire and expanded wide
Burn to ashes and rise
Just float
The wind, that is, its
Spinning
Around inside the...
#birds
#love
#spiritual
#strength
#support
133 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:43am
8th Jan 2025 7:43am
Where Swans Go to Die
Beneath the world, where whispers fade
A realm of shadows cold and stark
The path in death is arrayed
Where swans go guided by the dark
The walls are stone, like frozen breath
Their veins of moss, a pale decay
A hymnless choir, the song of death
In echoes lost where none shall stay
Each mummified face, a silent scream
Their sockets wide with horror's plight
As if caught within some endless dream
Where dawn forever yields to night
The air hangs thick, a stagnant pool
A crypt of ages locked in time
As though...
A realm of shadows cold and stark
The path in death is arrayed
Where swans go guided by the dark
The walls are stone, like frozen breath
Their veins of moss, a pale decay
A hymnless choir, the song of death
In echoes lost where none shall stay
Each mummified face, a silent scream
Their sockets wide with horror's plight
As if caught within some endless dream
Where dawn forever yields to night
The air hangs thick, a stagnant pool
A crypt of ages locked in time
As though...
#animals
#birds
#dark
#death
#shadows
80 reads
0 Comments
olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:12am
7th Jan 2025 10:12am
Raven
First published in the dos-a-dos collection "Amor Novus / A Spontaneous Prayer" alongside work by David Hay.
The days of feasting are over.
It is now time to regurgitate all
to my gluttonous fledglings.
I will hack up vast stores,
and spew them into the eager beaks
of my ravening chicks, my dear progeny.
Ready for them to make their flight
in the great deserts of air and cloud,
and settle where they need.
The days of feasting are over.
It is now time to regurgitate all
to my gluttonous fledglings.
I will hack up vast stores,
and spew them into the eager beaks
of my ravening chicks, my dear progeny.
Ready for them to make their flight
in the great deserts of air and cloud,
and settle where they need.
#birds
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0 Comments
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