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Spring Bird Poems | Bird Poems About Spring

These Spring Bird poems are examples of Bird poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Spring Bird poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Ballade |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


Details | Rhyme |

Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

Willie wagtail wakes the morning
With his song outside my room
He tells me that the day is dawning
And sings away all shades of gloom.

Lovely bird, back black and shiny
With his belly creamy white 
He sits there on a roof so finely
Giving my Soul sweet delight
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‘Morning’s here’ his song is singing
Every note so loud and clear
As his song to me is bringing
A feeling oh, so sweet and dear.

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


Details | Verse |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Epic |

When the Earth was in danger 7


Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger, which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled it can also be converted 
into creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of Hindus, 
which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of destruction and 
how it was controlled …..What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  

 
When the Earth was in danger   07


By then the new foliage of spring had began to smile, 
on the branches of every tree,

All the buds of the flower plants had started blooming,
in that new swing of season,

Fragrance coming from the sandalwood forests,
was flowing in the air all around,
intoxicating everyone and everything,

All the insects, animals and birds, 
which were not conscious about this sudden change of season, 

Began to dance in sweet pleasure, 
after tasting the intoxication flowing in the air. 25



Even the Koyal* started its sweet spring singing, 
in her most melodious voice during that time, 
which she had never sang before.

The peacock also started its most colorful and 
fascinating dance.

The Rivers too began to flow with the most pleasing sound,
as if they were singing a song.

The sky had opened in those moments,  
its fabulous treasures of alluring colors, 
to charm the entire universe.

The Sun rays coming from behind the hovering colorful clouds 
were spreading on the earth, 
a magical scene which no one had ever witnessed on Earth.

Such was the grandeur and wind of attractions,
everywhere on the earth,
that even Gods too got completely lost,  
what to say of human beings. 26


Embodiment of Shiva* the Neelkantha*  
which use to  fly often  high and low in the air,
were today dancing like a Peacock, 
while spreading their blue wings in the air.

What had happened to the Earth, 
why everyone was lost in the realm of a different world.

All the inhabitants of Earth and even of the heaven, 
were keeping a silence only with folded hands.

As they were either praying to Shiva or 
were silently praying to their favorite Gods 
to save the earth.
  
Ravindra

Kanpur India 07 h April 2011				                    	to continue in 8

Clarifications:
•	Koyal = a singing bird of India like nightingale.
•	Neelkanth* = Blue jay. A bird having blue throat. To see Neelkanth  please open
http://www.indiamike.com/photopost/showphoto.php/photo/26534/cat/500/ppuser/23167


Details | Sonnet |

Arise

Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew;
The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows,
And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; 
As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth,
Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew—
While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows
The gleams of light will melt the winter strains
Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth.
The corporate sting of greedful revenue,  
Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows
The eagle has no pow’r to save her eggs,
Tall forests fall and crush the robin’s hue
When flow’ry petals change to black on yellow—
The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs


Details | Ballade |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Spring is coming
I can feel it in my blood
The days, it seems are warming up
And feelings like a flood
Come gushing through me like a river
Oh Lord, it’s almost spring
Oh what love is in my heart
What joy to me this brings

Hallelujah, it is coming
The birds are getting frisky
The canaries sing a lovely song
And the dog he runs so briskly
All around the garden
Seems he knows that spring is here
The fish are chasing all around
And the sky is blue and clear

No one understands it
This thing spring does to me
No one could ever feel it
So wonderful it be
But when I know the spring is here
It makes me feel so sweet
Twenty eight days away from now
Then the spring time we will greet.

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


Details | Sonnet |

Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin’s breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :

The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.

Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.

We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.


Details | Ballad |

Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs


Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Elayne of the rocks


Elayne will reach the mountain spring
fresh water in the jug to pour,
the nightingales are there to sing,
untamed her feelings lonely soar.

She fills her heart with music notes,
her voice will cause the leaves to stir,
for lovers' pain sole antidotes
are songs of birds and nightly myrrh.

And as her lyrics rise to heav'n,
and render modes of the soft wind,
her palms caress his name engrav'n
on her betrothal golden ring.

He left her world and promised that
one Sunday they would meet in church;
a framed old shot of surface matte
and daily trails her glances search.

Elayne of springs, on rocks awaits,
and recreates her wedding feasts;
the wraiths around her dance with fates,
for eons play in cotton mists.

As one of them stares in her eyes,
she gropes her heart because she loves;
upon the rocks mentates she nice,
her golden ring and two white doves.

© Giorgio V., 07-22-2012
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Ballad |

SPRING FEVER

Look, it's the first bloom of spring
A proud daffodil stands all alone
Soon to be joined by others
And light up our lovely home

Like the sun she beams so brightly
Announcing that Spring is here
There's no shyness in her yellow bud
She wants our notice that much is clear

So like a magnet I'm drawn to her
And to all that she represents
The changing of the seasons
Gazing upon her brings sweet content

The birds are singing a happy song
The breeze is waving its approval
New beginnings are bursting forth
Bright colors are Winter's removal

Sleepy beauty is waking up
The prince has placed his kiss
The lone daffodil is now surrounded
Together they dance in bliss

Kindly my Spring fever is satisfied 
What once was hope has now arrived
And the world has come alive again
The long Winter I've survived!

Ballad Poem
Copyright © 2014 Dave Wood

Contest: Spring Fever
Sponsored by: POETESS DARKLY


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