Long Poems About Birds
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Long poems about birds. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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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
124 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 2:28am
26th Feb 2025 2:28am
Black Lives Matter
Black Lives Matter demanding voices to be
I hope as the writer you come to feel me
And of course, your life matters too
As an embodied society protect my human rights, give me my just due
Police brutally has always plagued the humanity of the black male race
From DWB, racial profiling, to the spray of facial Mace
Illustrating the hushed concept
Your life is less than mine this will be forgiven, behind my badge American citizens shall soon forget
Your fallacies to judge presence, not upon skin color as a...
I hope as the writer you come to feel me
And of course, your life matters too
As an embodied society protect my human rights, give me my just due
Police brutally has always plagued the humanity of the black male race
From DWB, racial profiling, to the spray of facial Mace
Illustrating the hushed concept
Your life is less than mine this will be forgiven, behind my badge American citizens shall soon forget
Your fallacies to judge presence, not upon skin color as a...
#birds
#historical
#moon
#sun
#water
268 reads
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
217 reads
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
406 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
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