Poems About Birds Published by Members Recently Online
#birds
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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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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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
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
84 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
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
84 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
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
84 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
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
84 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
29th Nov 2024 12:31pm
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
84 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th May 2021 00:18am
15th May 2021 00:18am
tide out
gulls aren't like pigeons,
they don't move aside as you walk down the street, but stare
as though up for a fight
they don't move aside as you walk down the street, but stare
as though up for a fight
#birds
349 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
Snapshot
First snowfall 2021
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
#birds
#winter
#nature
#snow
#music
658 reads
23 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
Snapshot
First snowfall 2021
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
#birds
#winter
#nature
#snow
#music
658 reads
23 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
Snapshot
First snowfall 2021
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
#birds
#winter
#nature
#snow
#music
658 reads
23 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
8th Jan 2021 11:47pm
Snapshot
First snowfall 2021
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
Window panes of glass
bend evening's light
transforming an espresso landscape
into snowflaked obsidian—
a phenocryst crystal, reflecting
a solitary soloist perched
on a shivering pin oak's limb
No bigger than my palm
its shrill organ penetrates
a Universe of soft silence
despite the absence
of light or warmth
'And I think to myself,
What a Wonderful World'
~
#birds
#winter
#nature
#snow
#music
658 reads
23 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Birds Published by Members Recently Online
