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Bird Name Poems | Bird Poems About Name
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I do not know your name...how should I call you?
Though I call you with the name of my choice...you will not be aware of it
Everyone knows that name
Hearing that name once will keep me wide awake
Everyday...thinking of you makes me excited
With my immense affection...I will encompass you
He's a young lad
He is handsome
I liked him
Your name is a warm ray of sun
Lips that spells it are sweet as honey
You are mistaken if you think you are the sun
The name is a playful winter
Hearing it will surge my heart
If you think you are a river...you are mistaken
It's not a stone that does not move...nor a ferocious tiger that scares
Whatever is your name...it can be found out
Should I reveal that name which pairs with mine beautifully?
It's a very big name...it's difficult to spell it out
The letters of the name are countless
It's a very small name...that can be spelt in a second
There is no language that can describe the meaning of that name
As I spell that name with my lips
With the purity of english, it is sprinkling the sweetness of honey
Should I reveal that name which pairs with mine beautifully?
Copyright © Ankur Mazumder | Year Posted 2016
This is the kind of creature that goes out into the night to steal bricks to build its' niche.
It more than crosses a courtesy line. Happens more in the winter;other seasons just fly by.
Swift as the bitter wind the creatures must move as the gypsies do. They must borrow as the thieves pulling out every trick up each sleeve.
Maddened by the stars, they follow them like arrows of direction. Cheaters!
Must be nice having nature direct their worst behavior.
The Harlot Scarlet of the night is so beautiful any family would give away their hard earned bread, their last. Clearly getting robbed impeccably as
it goes without notice. But what is seen is never told in eyes of gold.
Another win for creatures of night.
Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2014
The story of the thirsty crow,
heard during school days as we grew...
How best in it its wisdom used,
to quench its thirst that summer day
An efficient use of available resource,
to realise a fruitful purpose..
A display of prowess in its fullest sheen,
a situational managerial skill !
Relating crow with intelligence is
not just a random chance factor
Research has already proven that-
This ave is witty and wiser!
Strong in memory,mimicry and
understanding humans as well..
How well this bird integrates in our life
with its adaptive behavioural skill!!!
Elegant black and beautiful
dissolved in it every shade...
Leads a gregarious life,
Shares its food, whenever it finds,
with its kith and kin...
Spreading a message of joy in sharing
and a cordial social life!!!
Chooses a single partner all its life,
Builds its nest, feeds the young,
Protects and nutures them with love ..
Family values and responsibility, I wonder
how it plans and executes so well!!!
this is its scientific name...
Genus corvus has in it species numbering forty
American crow, hooded crow, house crow....
List stretches in continuity!
Oh crow! You have your place in
every walk of life!
Research, religion, ritual,
Mythology, folklore, cultural...
Irish mythology sees in you- Morrigan,
God of death and birth
Hindu religion regards you as
their departed ancestor!
Tibetian buddhists associate you with Mahakala
Omens of you are believed to bring
signals from the uncanny world!
You are treated as a connecting link in
the cycle of birth and death!
Oh darling crow! Cheers to you!
This poem in thy name!
Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak | Year Posted 2015
My friend had a beautiful bird and Bentley was his name
He was a little cockatiel and he liked to play a game
Where he'd undo a charm bracelet,throw it all around
He'd say his name so loudly then he'd make a giggling sound
She got another cockatiel,a smaller one than Bentley
"Pretty boy Bentley"he'd yell out and look at you intently
She had to name him Shadow for he was a bit confused
He mixed up his identity,his own name he refused
I never was a bird person but these two were such fun!
They'd sometimes fly around the house and have us on the run
Chatterboxes both of them they had alot to say
Like"howdy,whatcha doin',good morning" and "no way"
I tried to teach them my name but they would have none of it
They would say"hey good lookin" so I learned to rise above it!
By Deb Wilson
**for Beautiful Birds Mini Blog Contest
sponsored by Constance~A Rambling Poet~
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
A SONNET WITH NO NAME
a) Twisting - tangible all within my grasp . . .
b) Mystical - just a mere lisp of a word . . .
a) Captured - beheld such liken to a clasp . . .
b) Never such a beautiful sound like bird . . .
c) Harken - yee cometh into my strong arms . . .
d) I yiven you gifts - and bestow yee more . . .
c) Cometh ma leof - I will seeth yee no harms . . .
d) Oust thy sorrow - cometh in clos’ the door . . .
e) Settled ma lass - I mea’ yee no alarm . . .
f) Oft fine table - for you - all yee can eat . . .
e) I yiveth all - In yiveth my most smarm . . .
f) Settle ma lass – I yiveth yee na gleet . . .
g) Once nigt’ waned - the lass wer' quite settled . . .
g) Layeth forth - lass - cometh yiveth yee metal . . .
I hold no responsibility for this "Shameful" attempt of a - "Sonnet" . . .
Was written while eating my bag of chips - sat on the car "Bonnet" . . . ; )
And "Yes" I did check the "Syllabels per line this time . . . : )
Indiana Shaw . . . (*-*)
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
What a finch I saw.
Many colors for a small bod.
Lovely bod in that bud.
Around her or his
You name it.
He or she
I do not know.
It has no name
What a free finch.
Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2015