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
16th Apr 2024 11:36am
16th Apr 2024 11:36am
On the heights
At one point only the birds were flying
and the winds came
took the wings
at one point my neck hurt
for following the flight of birds
then the birds got tired
and they glared in the eyes
from anyone who saw them fly
at a certain point the planes appeared
and cut off the wings of the birds
crossed the birds' routes
at that time only planes flew
because the birds
they didn’t have a license to fly
at those heights...
and the winds came
took the wings
at one point my neck hurt
for following the flight of birds
then the birds got tired
and they glared in the eyes
from anyone who saw them fly
at a certain point the planes appeared
and cut off the wings of the birds
crossed the birds' routes
at that time only planes flew
because the birds
they didn’t have a license to fly
at those heights...
#earth
#environment
#birds
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PAR
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 5:24pm
10th Apr 2024 5:24pm
Color Harmony Still Life
In the soft shadow of an artist's studio,
golden evening light bathes
a worn wooden table.
Ripe figs and a pomegranate rest on it,
their vibrant colors contrasting
with the dark background.
In the center of the composition,
a bird with exuberant plumage
attracts the eye.
Its feathers are a mosaic of black,
yellow and red, as if nature itself
had mixed paints in its creation.
The sharp beak rests on the pomegranate
as if about to taste its juicy seeds.
The figs, with their sensual curves,
seem...
golden evening light bathes
a worn wooden table.
Ripe figs and a pomegranate rest on it,
their vibrant colors contrasting
with the dark background.
In the center of the composition,
a bird with exuberant plumage
attracts the eye.
Its feathers are a mosaic of black,
yellow and red, as if nature itself
had mixed paints in its creation.
The sharp beak rests on the pomegranate
as if about to taste its juicy seeds.
The figs, with their sensual curves,
seem...
#birds
#nature
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
47 reads
8 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 12:23pm
10th Apr 2024 12:23pm
Positivity Spring
I sit here drinking coffee
from my ladybug cup
Trying hard to just wake up
My dog is in his favorite spot
Patrolling trespassers and the lot
What I had dreamed I just forgot
Now that daybreak has arrived
I thank God we are still alive
At my window the robin sings
Promising so much joy from Spring
And all the possibilities it brings
from my ladybug cup
Trying hard to just wake up
My dog is in his favorite spot
Patrolling trespassers and the lot
What I had dreamed I just forgot
Now that daybreak has arrived
I thank God we are still alive
At my window the robin sings
Promising so much joy from Spring
And all the possibilities it brings
#birds
#spring
#nature #uplifting
#nature #uplifting
60 reads
7 Comments
Ald
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 6:28am
7th Apr 2024 6:28am
Buning silence.
once a king
Of a kind and now rats
Ate the friends of
His buning apples.
Pain Naratte.
Of a kind and now rats
Ate the friends of
His buning apples.
Pain Naratte.
#birds
28 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:40am
3rd Apr 2024 11:40am
Sit Down and Enjoy the Show (Part 2)... I Had A Dream
Bob Ross spoke to me last night
in my dream he told me,
don't just use an off white
use any color your wife will produce internally
it will create a much happier picture
I gave the idea some thinking
suddenly
A small cardinal appeared on my window sill
I handled one of god's creatures with care
placed the cardinal in my Afro and felt free
I may try this experiment tonight
my girlfriend is coming over again
lets see what happens...
in my dream he told me,
don't just use an off white
use any color your wife will produce internally
it will create a much happier picture
I gave the idea some thinking
suddenly
A small cardinal appeared on my window sill
I handled one of god's creatures with care
placed the cardinal in my Afro and felt free
I may try this experiment tonight
my girlfriend is coming over again
lets see what happens...
#happiness
#dreams
#birds
#freedom
#art
86 reads
8 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
Sea Breeze Cafe
In the tourist town of 10B, in the sea breeze cafe, I popped in for a bacon bap and a nice hot latte.
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers like...
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers like...
#birds
#beach
#holiday
#food
#travel
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0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
80 reads
2 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 7:33am
20th Mar 2024 7:33am
Dining Out Of Trash Cans
George was an ambitious fox. He is very cunning and intelligent, although he would eat out of trash cans, in the alleyway, in his element.
He takes food home, back to the family den, where his lady fox and cubs are in the forestry of the ends.
He could visit a lot of bins in one night, trying to find a nice delight, when one day he messed up and had quite a fright.
A booby-trap cage had crashed down and locked him inside. There was nowhere he could run, and nowhere he could hide.
He was trapped for the night. He had stepped onto the wrong lawn....
He takes food home, back to the family den, where his lady fox and cubs are in the forestry of the ends.
He could visit a lot of bins in one night, trying to find a nice delight, when one day he messed up and had quite a fright.
A booby-trap cage had crashed down and locked him inside. There was nowhere he could run, and nowhere he could hide.
He was trapped for the night. He had stepped onto the wrong lawn....
#dogs
#animals
#birds
80 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Mar 2024 8:09pm
18th Mar 2024 8:09pm
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
81 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 6:45pm
16th Mar 2024 6:45pm
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
66 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 7:04pm
7th Mar 2024 7:04pm
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
51 reads
4 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 8:22am
6th Mar 2024 8:22am
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
84 reads
0 Comments
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