Bird Poems
#birds
Bird poems, nature poems about the life and beauty of all species of birds. Poems about birds includes poetry about egg hatching, birdsong and seasonal bird migrations.
~& 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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Who Let The Birds Out
I had to chase these quitters all over my community yesterday, led by King Quan, of course (The Red Neck Culprit).
I had to capture their fifteen minutes of fame, once again.
Enjoy Your Wednesday Afternoon
I had to capture their fifteen minutes of fame, once again.
Enjoy Your Wednesday Afternoon
#birds
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~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
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Do you feel uncomfortable?
When you were young
you would fly away
so what has changed?
if their words cannot
stuff your eardrums
like cotton wool
as your chest begins
screaming back up
into your throat,
let those wings
beat seamlessly
back & forth
once again.
you would fly away
so what has changed?
if their words cannot
stuff your eardrums
like cotton wool
as your chest begins
screaming back up
into your throat,
let those wings
beat seamlessly
back & forth
once again.
#birds
#nature
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Bird Nesting Poetry
In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
#birds
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
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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
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Pigeon Holed
Oh dear
It's near
To that time of year
When the pigeons
Start performing
Life sex shows
On my balcony! (not an euphemism!)
It's like pigeon pie
In the sky
Coo!
by Jemia
It's near
To that time of year
When the pigeons
Start performing
Life sex shows
On my balcony! (not an euphemism!)
It's like pigeon pie
In the sky
Coo!
by Jemia
#birds
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #sex
#LifeAsAWriter #sex
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Black Feathers
Black feathers in the breeze
Soaring over mountains seas
Taming wind in perfect ease
He flips in mid-air as a tease
And I wonder if a raven sees
And if perhaps he hears my pleas
I down here and on my knees
Whispering lift me with you please
I'll trade you cheese
Soaring over mountains seas
Taming wind in perfect ease
He flips in mid-air as a tease
And I wonder if a raven sees
And if perhaps he hears my pleas
I down here and on my knees
Whispering lift me with you please
I'll trade you cheese
#admiration
#birds
#freedom
#magic
#wind
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Time: Love’s Lie
Time
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
#birds
#lies
#love #science
#love #science
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Porcelain Origami
She folds herself into a swan
So she can fly away
She cracks but never breaks
She reinforced her porcelain
So she can fly away
She cracks but never breaks
She reinforced her porcelain
#birds
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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...
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...
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
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Are You Nice or Kind?
A single junco hopping carefree;
pecking stray seed in the snow.
The bird fully embraces the world it knows.
It's tiny heart thumps in gratitude;
for the wondrous discovery of food.
There is a difference between nice and kind;
you will hopefully someday find.
Being nice, you are pleasant and agreeable;
only to make yourself shine
in another's judgemental eye.
If you are kind, you have a deeper level of compassion
for a person's needy cry.
pecking stray seed in the snow.
The bird fully embraces the world it knows.
It's tiny heart thumps in gratitude;
for the wondrous discovery of food.
There is a difference between nice and kind;
you will hopefully someday find.
Being nice, you are pleasant and agreeable;
only to make yourself shine
in another's judgemental eye.
If you are kind, you have a deeper level of compassion
for a person's needy cry.
#birds
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
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DU Poetry : Bird Poems