Long Poems About Birds
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Long poems about birds. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 10:45pm
3rd Jan 2025 10:45pm
Who Let The Chickens Out
The Barter System
I have not heard that word in such a long time, and as I stated, the will of Allah, places people, events, or occurrences in my path, so I may be ordained to bring these words to you.
I was called from my place of employment by one of my Jewish-faith based neighbors, detailing my birds got out their coop.
I got home and thank goodness I had some organic particles food on the blanket of grass, they all wandered to the back of my yard, and my coop is located on its own grass landing, and secured bi-lateral to my brownstone, okay, the point I am...
I have not heard that word in such a long time, and as I stated, the will of Allah, places people, events, or occurrences in my path, so I may be ordained to bring these words to you.
I was called from my place of employment by one of my Jewish-faith based neighbors, detailing my birds got out their coop.
I got home and thank goodness I had some organic particles food on the blanket of grass, they all wandered to the back of my yard, and my coop is located on its own grass landing, and secured bi-lateral to my brownstone, okay, the point I am...
#birds
#nature
#water
172 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th May 2024 3:05pm
7th May 2024 3:05pm
Like An Eagle To The Sea
Intellectual interactions that stretched miles
Inventor in the mind, praises by the inventions of the hands
Mileage by the success from the journey
Social reform movements are shaping the face of reality
A world of make believe, looking out to a world of cruelty, lies, betrayals, dreams, and disappointments
Political hypocrites always want to play the act of being the virtuous, innocent
The deeds of vile actions witnessed by open hearts, blind eyes, will always be devoid...
Inventor in the mind, praises by the inventions of the hands
Mileage by the success from the journey
Social reform movements are shaping the face of reality
A world of make believe, looking out to a world of cruelty, lies, betrayals, dreams, and disappointments
Political hypocrites always want to play the act of being the virtuous, innocent
The deeds of vile actions witnessed by open hearts, blind eyes, will always be devoid...
#moon
#sun
#water #birds
#water #birds
277 reads
10 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
Sea Breeze Cafe
In a tourist town, at 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...
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...
#birds
#beach
#holiday
#food
#travel
213 reads
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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
205 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 2:48am
4th Jan 2024 2:48am
iamb a trochaic anapaest
an anapaestic dance
[No. 9 from The Children’s Collection]
“We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living
instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing
of the whole.”―J. Boone
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!
all the birds i have heard make a...
[No. 9 from The Children’s Collection]
“We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living
instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing
of the whole.”―J. Boone
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!
all the birds i have heard make a...
#animals
#birds
#nature
#music
#dance
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
Ambling Fleet
I've wandered beyond my shadow
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
#earth
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
Mel and Boyo
Chapter 1
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
#children
#school
#countryside
#trees
#birds
218 reads
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archie23
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2021 5:06am
3rd Nov 2021 5:06am
THE GRIGION PIGRACKLE
THE GRIGION PIGRACKLE
As I walked toward the train station, my mind fluttered over many thoughts.
Ignore them. Ignore them all, I thought. They are merely notes etched into the
'SECOND SCREEN' notepad in the back of my head.
Life exists right here. Right now.
I observe my surroundings. Always.
I live right here right now.
....And so, witnessing the world , as I passed by the TACO CABANNA
into the far edge parking lot of the Park lane train station, a group of at least a couple hundred pigeons wandered around the...
As I walked toward the train station, my mind fluttered over many thoughts.
Ignore them. Ignore them all, I thought. They are merely notes etched into the
'SECOND SCREEN' notepad in the back of my head.
Life exists right here. Right now.
I observe my surroundings. Always.
I live right here right now.
....And so, witnessing the world , as I passed by the TACO CABANNA
into the far edge parking lot of the Park lane train station, a group of at least a couple hundred pigeons wandered around the...
#mother
#father
#birds #evolution
#birds #evolution
440 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
27th Oct 2021 1:03am
27th Oct 2021 1:03am
HOT FEATHERED TANGOS (2-14-2003, Valentine's Day, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico)
horny male pigeons
in mating season
frantically scurry
around their intended
feathered female
procreative pigeon prey
spreading their
iridescently colored
tail fans
out and down
feather tips
angled
to the ground
as they dance
spin
and sweep around
in repetitious figure eights
and quick step
rapid cooing circles
in hopes of
winning over ...
in mating season
frantically scurry
around their intended
feathered female
procreative pigeon prey
spreading their
iridescently colored
tail fans
out and down
feather tips
angled
to the ground
as they dance
spin
and sweep around
in repetitious figure eights
and quick step
rapid cooing circles
in hopes of
winning over ...
#lust
#birds
#nature
#LookingForLove
#obsession
370 reads
1 Comment
Seed
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2021 3:33pm
22nd Sep 2021 3:33pm
Acquaintances
I had wanted us to be friends,
But we were merely acquaintances,
These birds that no longer called or come by.
Some thirty years ago when we first bought
The homeplace on a small farm
I would talk to Bobwhite quail with whistles mimicking his name,
Enticing a visit or to keep the conversation going.
But he was only willing to come as far as the wood line,
Where he remained a shadowy figure,
Preferring to talk from his side of an invisible fence
With me across the yard on the other.
Some say that loss of habitat due to farmland ...
But we were merely acquaintances,
These birds that no longer called or come by.
Some thirty years ago when we first bought
The homeplace on a small farm
I would talk to Bobwhite quail with whistles mimicking his name,
Enticing a visit or to keep the conversation going.
But he was only willing to come as far as the wood line,
Where he remained a shadowy figure,
Preferring to talk from his side of an invisible fence
With me across the yard on the other.
Some say that loss of habitat due to farmland ...
#birds
#memories
353 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 4:31am
25th Jul 2021 4:31am
mockingbird song
To kill a mockingbird is to destroy innocence—innocence
injured or ruined through contact with evil.
sincere, she sings her mocking song,
perched on a wayward branch;
songs that to other birds belong
she copyrights carte blanche.
orchestral suites of flutes and strings
and horns and piccolos:
the music this imposter...
injured or ruined through contact with evil.
sincere, she sings her mocking song,
perched on a wayward branch;
songs that to other birds belong
she copyrights carte blanche.
orchestral suites of flutes and strings
and horns and piccolos:
the music this imposter...
#birds
#nature
#music #deception
#music #deception
526 reads
8 Comments
JosephParks
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 3:08pm
20th Apr 2021 3:08pm
Sing Louder. Buy cheaper.
I bought myself a new solar panel
to try to save the world.
It said, 'Made in China' on it.
Probably produced in a coal powered
solar panel factory
But it was cheap, and convenient.
I didn't sleep well last night
The road traffic kept me awake.
The birds must have a similar problem.
Do they now sing louder to each other?
...
to try to save the world.
It said, 'Made in China' on it.
Probably produced in a coal powered
solar panel factory
But it was cheap, and convenient.
I didn't sleep well last night
The road traffic kept me awake.
The birds must have a similar problem.
Do they now sing louder to each other?
...
#pollution
#birds
#nature
#peace
#humankind
475 reads
3 Comments
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