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
_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
17th Jun 2024 00:42am
17th Jun 2024 00:42am
Strange Summer Silence
Strange summer silence
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
#birds
#music
#nature
11 reads
2 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
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
MalcolmG
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 7:40am
14th Dec 2024 7:40am
Majesty of the Eagle
Through dense green webs of ancient forest's breath,
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
#birds
#nature
23 reads
0 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 pole....
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 pole....
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
25 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
oldmanG
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:14am
29th Dec 2024 5:14am
Feathering the Nest
Feathering the nest
Before I set off in search of
Food for the babies
Sing my song in a sing song
Man cutting the grass
Hears us in the trees
Chirping and fluttering
His flute is his whistle
Sets down and tunes up
Beauty in Nature
Feels like we have the keys to the kingdom
Blades of grass are sliced down
While a cardinal with a red hood
Sings a song calling to nature
Man picks up what they’re singing
Calls it off in a sing song
Hear some babies chirping
Waiting...
Before I set off in search of
Food for the babies
Sing my song in a sing song
Man cutting the grass
Hears us in the trees
Chirping and fluttering
His flute is his whistle
Sets down and tunes up
Beauty in Nature
Feels like we have the keys to the kingdom
Blades of grass are sliced down
While a cardinal with a red hood
Sings a song calling to nature
Man picks up what they’re singing
Calls it off in a sing song
Hear some babies chirping
Waiting...
#beauty
#birds
#nature #sky
#nature #sky
34 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 5:33pm
28th Nov 2024 5:33pm
External Wombs
Disconnected
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
#birds
#birth
#nature
48 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
52 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 8:45pm
7th Dec 2024 8:45pm
From a different perspective
Question about what you think and believe that what you see 👁️👁️ For have you ever seen through the eyes of nature, as it sometimes is a reflection of life, told from a different perspective of a mother and child 🙏 For sure there are some similarity that really reflects, the deepness of the moments of birth, from a WOLF mother's eyes watching over her young child, supporting them and to teach them how to survive 😔 in life. But yet it's here in the nature zone, in the mountains and tree's in the forest life is very different. HERE from the outside...
#animals
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#motherhood
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