Least Read Poems About Birds
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
8th Mar 2022 10:48pm
8th Mar 2022 10:48pm
Remember The Dove
When it's one of those days where everything's gone bad
Your heart may be heavy and feeling sad.
When you encounter, in your midst, some trouble
And it seems you're paying double
Remember the dove....
When the sun goes away and seems to forever hide
When you're feeling fearfully-scared with eyes open wide
When your heart is pounding hard and fast
And you can't seem to get by or past
The dark night that just settled ahead and above
Remember the dove....
What about this white mysterious dove
That one should grow to love? ...
Your heart may be heavy and feeling sad.
When you encounter, in your midst, some trouble
And it seems you're paying double
Remember the dove....
When the sun goes away and seems to forever hide
When you're feeling fearfully-scared with eyes open wide
When your heart is pounding hard and fast
And you can't seem to get by or past
The dark night that just settled ahead and above
Remember the dove....
What about this white mysterious dove
That one should grow to love? ...
#courage
#inspirational
#birds
#sky
#admiration
9 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 5:42am
8th Feb 2019 5:42am
Owl Series: III
Fists on its hips, a schoolyard monitor,
the sky readies to sheave the crying,
rolling. Whodunnit. Some honking clouds
the wetlands, next to the honkings
which zoom. Choose wisely
without saying- says the black-headed
mother. “Ours is a story within the fringe
of where. My head is not a flag of surrender.
Wear white only as they do at Ganges.
Do not recess when the ground is met.
Hatchlings..” She bows a half-heart. Lessons
as simple as the hook. Lessening
the betrayal. Survivor. Stretching a betrothal. ...
the sky readies to sheave the crying,
rolling. Whodunnit. Some honking clouds
the wetlands, next to the honkings
which zoom. Choose wisely
without saying- says the black-headed
mother. “Ours is a story within the fringe
of where. My head is not a flag of surrender.
Wear white only as they do at Ganges.
Do not recess when the ground is met.
Hatchlings..” She bows a half-heart. Lessons
as simple as the hook. Lessening
the betrayal. Survivor. Stretching a betrothal. ...
#birds
#nature
18 reads
3 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
20 reads
0 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Owl Series: I
Bugs are attracted
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
#countryside
#birds
#narrative
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
10 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
Survival
Carnage in the forest, smashed
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
#trees
#birds
#nature
23 reads
15 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
yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
The Collector
1.
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
#birds
#morality
#dreams
#sea
#MaryOliver
29 reads
28 Comments
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
31 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 3:23pm
27th Jan 2024 3:23pm
haiku #16
Black crows fly
Over the battlefield
Announcing death
Over the battlefield
Announcing death
#dark
#death
#birds
36 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 11:10am
30th Jan 2024 11:10am
Wol Fla Tan
Wolverines scream at the door of the night,
flamingos fly in flocks across the sky
and tangerines scattered across the floor.
Wolverines, flamingos and tangerines
as distinct elements of nature.
The wolverines that scream in the night
They hunt prey with strength and cunning.
Defending territories with ferocity.
Elegant birds migrate around the world
and fly in synchronized formations.
Landing in lagoons with their delicacy.
The ripe fruits that decorate the streets,
offer flavor with sweetness and freshness. ...
flamingos fly in flocks across the sky
and tangerines scattered across the floor.
Wolverines, flamingos and tangerines
as distinct elements of nature.
The wolverines that scream in the night
They hunt prey with strength and cunning.
Defending territories with ferocity.
Elegant birds migrate around the world
and fly in synchronized formations.
Landing in lagoons with their delicacy.
The ripe fruits that decorate the streets,
offer flavor with sweetness and freshness. ...
#happiness
#animals
#birds
#nature
#art
43 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 00:20am
5th Mar 2024 00:20am
A Seagulls' View
To be a seagull
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
#birds
#clouds
#LifeCycle
46 reads
2 Comments
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
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Birds
