Birds Poems - Poems about Birds

...If I should exchange my soul, would you be with me before I grow old? If I should exchange my soul would you accompany me to Mount Fuji to see the ecstatic talked about scenery? If I should exchan......Read the rest...

... Kapow! Here’s mud in your face! Poetasting rhymes, rhythms and nuclear waste. Playing in mud pits, kitchens and certainly laced Everyting that’s made . . . in this mysterious place. Prob......Read the rest...

... Written: May 21, 2024, For Edward Ibeh Contest “If you look closely you can see that they are all interconnected, symbolic of a never-ending circle in which it is simply impossibl......Read the rest...

...I'm not a traditional poet As you may think Wole Soyinka Who writes in form and pattern I'm only a man of romantics Who love to paint words and polish lines Until it becomes flower verse The......Read the rest...

... "Double Rictameter" look close at what God has created for humans the sky, clouds, sun, moon, rain, and......Read the rest...

...Ideologies and laws are fences of the boundless world, Invisible enclosures that frame our souls within cold walls, Paths drawn in the dust of time, silent steel labyrinths, For our fragile lives,......Read the rest...

...sun through window birds in chorus touch of sheets dreams linger thoughts about my love life’s fortunes longing to poem longing and appreciation quiet beginnings longing and appreciation lo......Read the rest...

...How elegant was the world you had made, God, my Father The sun, the moon, and the stars, as fully alive, functioned. Herbs, shrubs, plants, trees, flies, birds, beasts, and humans had their honor ......Read the rest...

...Outside an isolated cemetery A lady walks through a foggy night Always the same night...May Seventh She never moves from her path Always looking straight ahead She can speak but she has no voice......Read the rest...

... Most of my morning walks begin in silence…it’s just me and thoughts I turn into words. but for a week, now, when I reach a particular tree I’m greeted by the song of a mockingbird. Her song, wh......Read the rest...

... “When there’s Summer rain, have no regrets. It isn’t raining rain, it’s raining violets. When you see clouds upon the hill, You really see crowds of daffodils” – B.G.DeSilva Tiny droplets......Read the rest...

...Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown. He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and ......Read the rest...

...“The wild beasts of the desert shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island, and the satyr shall cry to his fellow; the screech owl also shall rest there and find for Lilith a place of rest." I......Read the rest...

..."Join hands, circle left, let’s begin this song," In the valley where Flatirons stand strong. A Chautauqua garden, where joy takes root, Square dancers gather in plaid and boots. Men in whi......Read the rest...

... rain is sad Friends will shout we are mad sun come out Under the sky do not doubt do not cry Now be glad a big sigh......Read the rest...