Popular Poems About Birds
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Popular poems about birds. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
High Noon Noel
Clean the gutters
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
#animals
#birds
#fall #sky
#fall #sky
155 reads
8 Comments
The Turkey Bird Song
We love meaty, big plump birds
They gobble and rarely fly
On the chopping block it goes
Don't feel sorry, no need to cry
Pluck it's feathers make it smooth
Spread cranberry sauce like sap
Spread its legs for stuffing
Leftovers galore for a midnight snack
Wings are Flappin
Necks are Snappin
Turkey Slappin
If you haven't heard
This bird is the word
A feast fit for a king
Nothing more this bird can sing
He gobbled his way into our hearts
The only song we have, are these loud, smelly farts
They gobble and rarely fly
On the chopping block it goes
Don't feel sorry, no need to cry
Pluck it's feathers make it smooth
Spread cranberry sauce like sap
Spread its legs for stuffing
Leftovers galore for a midnight snack
Wings are Flappin
Necks are Snappin
Turkey Slappin
If you haven't heard
This bird is the word
A feast fit for a king
Nothing more this bird can sing
He gobbled his way into our hearts
The only song we have, are these loud, smelly farts
#birds
#food
#funny
#lyrics
#parody
69 reads
8 Comments
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
54 reads
6 Comments
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
51 reads
6 Comments
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
32 reads
4 Comments
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