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Write Bird Poems | Bird Poems About Write

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

Details | Free verse |

Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 


Details | Free verse |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.


Details | ABC |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | ABC |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Details | I do not know? |

Flying with Words

I write for the same reason I breathe,
If I didn't I would die,
Without words to express myself,
Life is a broken winged bird that can't fly.

I write my soul down word for word,
I write things I could never say,
Without this method of expression,
I would cry every day.

I try to forget all the regret,
Or else life is mine to miss,
Without saying how I truly feel, 
Then I'll always stay like this.

So I write for the same reason I breathe,
It's so that bird can fly to the sky,
I need to rise higher and higher,
And finally stop asking why.


Details | Limerick |

One For Kicks

I know a bird who sways and swings
He jumps and kicks and flaps his wings
He cannot fly in stormy weather
He cannot strut his fluffy feathers
So instead he sits and sings.


Details | Lyric |

Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.