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Wife Bird Poems | Bird Poems About Wife

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

Details | Ballad |

The Winged Man and His Wife

Once in a land full of life
At least that's what I was told so
There lived a happy man and his wife
Who smiled and watched the birds go

One day as they were watching the birds
The old man had flipped his hat
For he had said only a few words
And it was that he could fly like that

The wife then began to frown
For the man had simply gone mad
So she got ready to leave the town
Which made the cheery guy sad

He swore to her that he would fly
So the wife had grabbed her things
She opened the door and said bye
And when she left, the man sprouted wings

A few years had come and gone
The wife grew old and watched time pass
One day when sitting, she heard a song
That sounded from her fifth floor window glass

'my love,' it said, 'I now have wings.
my love,' it went on, 'I wish you would see me fly.
my dear, come look at me, drop your things.
I wait by your window, perched in the sky.'

The wife got up and looked out the pane
She froze at the sight she had saw
Her husband flying, or was she insane?
He smiled at her dropped jaw.

'My love, come with me. Fly in the sky.'
'I can't,' she shook her head
'oh come on. climb out. I promise you won't die.'
So she climbed out, and was never seen again.

(this is fictional)


Details | Ballade |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Ballade |

The things I love

The things I love

I love, me, the sun in the morning
I love me the moon in the night
I love all he flowers in the meadows
Oh, everything gives me delight
And I love my Vera Rosina
I love everything about her
She’s got everything that I’ll ever need
She beautiful, comes from a one only breed.

I love how the trees reach to Heaven
I love how they dance with the breeze
I love all the birds in the treetops
I love how my life gives me ease
But I tell you, my Vera Rosina
She’s a wonderful, wonderful girl
She makes me feel pure, she makes me feel whole
Whenever I’m with her I come from my soul.

My life is a wonderful, wonderful space
For I have my Vera, a girl with such grace
I have known her forever, and I love her still
I worship my lady and I always will
I love me that power in the heavens
I love how I love my sweet life
Oh, I love my Vera Rosina
She’s my perfect, and beautiful wife.

11 June 2014 @ 0424hrs.


Details | Monorhyme |

Chick a dee dee dee

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Chirped with the greatest glee.
    So happy upon that tree.
    More of you now I see,
    a quick count gives me three.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    So small yet so free.
    Flying from here to the sea.
    Oh how nice it would be,
    to leave this spot and flee.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Take me away I plea.
    If only you could carry me,
    to fly away on a spree,
    where I can relax on a coastal scree.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Watching the waves I foresee,
    finding comfort around a shade tree,
    as thee.
    Would you agree?
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Only request that I’d decree. 
    Is that we bring my lovely.
    For without she,
    I will never be free!


Details | Free verse |

I Just Found Out The Meaning

I just found out the meaning to my bachelorhood. 
Now, it's clear to me that those experiences I had earlier are lovelorn.
I've just found the reciprocal affection 
I have been struggling for all these years in courtship.

I just realize I have found the right woman for my unborn generations.
I've just found the true companion I can confide in at all time.  
I found love at last in this angel who now means the world to me.
God! Thank you to have sent her to me on time,
And not until the beauties in her has faded like tainted rose.

My prayer now is that God shouldn't let me lose someone
Like her that would be very hard to replace.
And I as well pray not to find any course (at a later time) to regret or curse the day we met.
I've just found out she needs white roses; she is a virgin.


Details | Ballade |

In the Garden

A lovely bird 
Of brown, in the garden 
Once lost in the field of grieves 
Has picked up the threads of life 
Now her mind rejoicing
Enjoying the last hour 
Of summer joy

A lovely bird 
Of brown, in the garden 
Humming songs 
Of olden lullabies 
While, happily breast feeding 
The exact replica 
Of mine

A lovely bird 
Of brown, in the garden
Staring the fruit of eternal love
His purple-violet like color of skin
The jolly, warmth of his flesh 
And sweet smell
Really, the pride of her beauty

A lovely bird
Of brown, in the garden
Where her evergreen angel’s trumpets 
The arrival of heir to the silvery quill
Whisper my name to the passing wind
As I came, to embrace them
With love and care 


 


Details | Free verse |

On Birds

On Birds 
A New Poem 
Bye Charles(the charlax) Hice 
  
Title:   On Birds 
  
How many species.       How many genus. 
How many categories.   How many bird stories. 
My poetry is simple. 
And eye am Godly. 
A Sparrow came to me. 
Did God make them ugly. 
Without a doubt they have no hands, to grasp with. 
A Sparrow is NOT a lizzard. 
They do NOT slither. 
They Fly.A Lizzard has no wings they slither. 
A Sparrow has wings and he can fly, no hands, 
a beak with which to speak and eat. 
They eat enough. 
Eye have seen a bird who eats too many seeds. 
It was not eye. 
Eye am a Sparrow,see me fall, 
but not all of me. 
Eye can complete my destiny. 
Mye Love will rest me. 
She is sweet. 
A Violet One. 
-- 
charlesrhice@ 
www.poetrypoem.com/charlax