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.
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 3:12pm
10th Jan 2025 3:12pm
Twin.
One must protect the boundaries of love
With 3 hearts
Warrior, protector, lover
He came and wrapped me up
The day after the bird hit the window
My brother, black angel
Upside down wings
Feathers so soft
And warm
Against the skin of my arm
As you love me
Surround me
I let go
Dissipate
Cycles within cycles
Into the sea, liquidied
Turned to hide inside the earth
Became fire and expanded wide
Burn to ashes and rise
Just float
The wind, that is, its
Spinning
Around inside the...
With 3 hearts
Warrior, protector, lover
He came and wrapped me up
The day after the bird hit the window
My brother, black angel
Upside down wings
Feathers so soft
And warm
Against the skin of my arm
As you love me
Surround me
I let go
Dissipate
Cycles within cycles
Into the sea, liquidied
Turned to hide inside the earth
Became fire and expanded wide
Burn to ashes and rise
Just float
The wind, that is, its
Spinning
Around inside the...
#birds
#love
#spiritual
#strength
#support
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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
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olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:12am
7th Jan 2025 10:12am
Raven
First published in the dos-a-dos collection "Amor Novus / A Spontaneous Prayer" alongside work by David Hay.
The days of feasting are over.
It is now time to regurgitate all
to my gluttonous fledglings.
I will hack up vast stores,
and spew them into the eager beaks
of my ravening chicks, my dear progeny.
Ready for them to make their flight
in the great deserts of air and cloud,
and settle where they need.
The days of feasting are over.
It is now time to regurgitate all
to my gluttonous fledglings.
I will hack up vast stores,
and spew them into the eager beaks
of my ravening chicks, my dear progeny.
Ready for them to make their flight
in the great deserts of air and cloud,
and settle where they need.
#birds
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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
204 reads
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
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 11:23am
27th Dec 2024 11:23am
flock of birds
the wind
softly
singing,
carrying
many
flocked
birds
silhouetted
against
the sky,
they are
free, come
down to
perch
and rest
before
continuing.
softly
singing,
carrying
many
flocked
birds
silhouetted
against
the sky,
they are
free, come
down to
perch
and rest
before
continuing.
#birds
#nature
#sky #wind
#sky #wind
76 reads
6 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
Bird on a Barren Feeder
In a vacant quiet winter world,
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
#birds
#identity
104 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 00:49am
20th Dec 2024 00:49am
Echoes From The Waterloo
Uplifting, making sure you hang on as earth, and time continues to shift
Parting the wetlands, in the might of his rod
Getting wet in the rainfalls, twisting in those feel-good pools of desire inclining, ascending yearns
Spiraling out of control
You got to have some of that, and souls weakening in the creation
Falling in rapture, panting to the symphonic cadence
Baptizing within the formation of my soul
Palm to palm, yes marinate your tongue in my galactic dialect ...
Parting the wetlands, in the might of his rod
Getting wet in the rainfalls, twisting in those feel-good pools of desire inclining, ascending yearns
Spiraling out of control
You got to have some of that, and souls weakening in the creation
Falling in rapture, panting to the symphonic cadence
Baptizing within the formation of my soul
Palm to palm, yes marinate your tongue in my galactic dialect ...
#water
#birds
243 reads
PAR
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 1:50pm
19th Dec 2024 1:50pm
The Owl perched on the Giraffe's head.
The owl, silent and wise,
observes the world with attentive eyes.
Its soft feathers
its serene flight soothes the soul.
The giraffe is tall and very majestic.
The owl brings with it the charm of the night,
flying without making a sound,
teaching patience and the art of observation.
Its presence inspires reflection and serenity.
Is a silent keeper of the secrets of the night,
a companion who shares the wisdom
of the stars and the mystery of the shadows.
The giraffe, on the other hand,
offers an elevated...
observes the world with attentive eyes.
Its soft feathers
its serene flight soothes the soul.
The giraffe is tall and very majestic.
The owl brings with it the charm of the night,
flying without making a sound,
teaching patience and the art of observation.
Its presence inspires reflection and serenity.
Is a silent keeper of the secrets of the night,
a companion who shares the wisdom
of the stars and the mystery of the shadows.
The giraffe, on the other hand,
offers an elevated...
#animals
#birds
#hope
#nature
#sky
91 reads
6 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
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PAR
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 12:01pm
8th Dec 2024 12:01pm
Flock of Brushstrokes
Beneath the silence of the gallery,
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.
Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.
A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.
Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...
#art
#birds
#flowers
87 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 9:36am
8th Dec 2024 9:36am
What is it about the moon
What is it about the moon that always appear in the night skies, through the process of the months that has us so hypnotize, by the glow of the aura shape and shine like a bright light, up in the sky. For sure what does it mean 🤔when you lose your own chains of thoughts, and insight into the deepness of the moon, glow of the truth that slowly, begins to draw our energy as well as our attention. For it even goes deeper than deep, into a different perspective on life. Yet for the wolf it's a change of the world 🌎 that comes, with an aura that has a stronger hold on the mind and...
#birds
#cats
#dogs
#fish
#nature
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