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Bird Romance Poems | Bird Poems About Romance

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Details | Free verse |

Sky Dancing

Looked out my window,
and saw a wondrous sight
Two cardinals in flight,
aerial dancing
Perfect mid-air pirouettes,
spiraling higher and higher
Two winged bodies in motion as one
They reminded me of you and I,
my love,
when we danced on the clouds,
among the stars that night
We fell in love that night,
sky dancing with you was sheer delight
We felt light as a feather,
floating above the trees
Our eyes gazing into each other eyes,
falling in love, rising higher
on a summer breeze through the skies
We danced so close together
until the morning sunrise
Night turning into day,
as we danced the night away
I never wanted to come down that night,
wishing with all my might
we could dance in the air again
Today, I looked out my window,
and saw a beautiful sight ...
two love birds sky dancing 
in the sunlight

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Bells of an angel rings

You're a little angel 
whom always brings a warm smile 
When sunshine flowers with a radiant glowing beam
carnations blossom fluttering petals kiss full of joy
happiness a rose crowning every single word 
dances to your sweet melody

To hear your silent heartbeat within whispers echo
one blessing born filled with life flies grace shines
forever and always feels the warmth grow
Inside one's self a presence carried by you
on the sweetest soft gentle breeze 

When the birds softly sing in the meadows 
lifting lashes mirror reflections calming waters
Faith still holds inside beautiful paradise
our eternity embraced upon golden sands
within destiny's dream touched by your feathers 
it's your heart and soul that has wings

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Night Bird

Did you hear the night bird call
as Summer tumbled into Fall
and leaves piled up against the wall,
it's then you miss her most of all.

Did you hear the night bird sing
as Winter tumbled into Spring
though flowers bloom, no joy they bring,
her absence colors everything.

Did you hear the night bird cry
as endless seasons tumbled by,
unanswered still, the reason why
she left you here alone to die.

Did you hear the night bird's song
as time forever tumbled on,
memories, the grief prolong,
without her everything is wrong.

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |


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

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Nightingale Enchanting Song

                                  My eyes are set on my night Flight
                                            I emerge into my rest  
                                       To lull over my surroundings 
                                          Lilt encompasses twilight
                                     Descant enchantment to lovers
                                           Destiny enlightens night
                                         By: Eve Roper  1/14/2015

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |


Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |

When Lovers Meet

Two tiny birds flirt on the edge 
of a stone bird-bath - they dip and drink in unison
A flower floats - his love offering.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

Bird, Honey ,Bee

The birds and the bees are not dreams
For I baptize myself into love
As my spirit enters the ocean
My breath blows in the wind
Romanticism in the spring
Bring yourself to me
Excitement in our hearts
Our fairy tale is a charm
Hanky-panky in the pond
Passion in the birds
Honey in the bees
Cuddling is our touch
Watery lips, so smooth
Relationship is our bond
Kissing is our key
Lovemaking in our soul
Energy fill the earth
Combine , the birds and the bees
As I accept this ring
Yes indeed


Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Birds of Bliss

She’s my woodpecker, she’s my humming bird, she’s my goat sucker, my fly catcher, my skylark, my swallow, my blue jay, my sandpiper, my blackbird, she my kestrel, my petrel, my quail, she’s my nightingale, she’s my eagle, she’s my owl, she’s my falcon, my canary, my parakeet, my parrot, my bobolink, she’s my beautiful fowl, with them bushy, sexy eyebrows -n- that gorgeous rare smile, she’s worth the wow, she’s the woman I love, she’s my duck, she’s my swan, she’s my dove, my robin, my wren, my cuckoo bird, my cardinal, my oriole, my nutritious queen from whom I’m nurturing, sucking passion -n- love’s potion out both her breast, I stare into her eyes, while she’s nursing me, she’s my pelican, she’s my goose, she’s my mocking bird, she’s my loon, a bumble bee, mistaken her as a flower, from the earthly scent of her perfume, she’s my atmosphere, when we kissed, every bird I just named, artfully-n-seductively watched us make love in the mist of rocks, grass, dirt-n-sticks, denuded in God’s enormous, superb, sultriest wilderness, yes his wilderness of birds of bliss.

Every bird I named represents our bliss, represents
The way we kiss, the way her vagina hugs this d*ck, each bird
Represents every stroke, every inch, 4 this woman is
My all that exist, 4 she’s my bird of bliss, that 
Will fly North, East, South, or West, 4 this d*ck denuded
In God’s enormous, superb, sultriest wilderness
We represent birds of bliss

Copyright © Nakym Sheffield | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

the call

sitting on a bough

singing his song of romance

the mockingbird calls

Copyright © Lorraine Ferns | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

My Worry Bird

Why can't he see,
I belong with him, 
He belongs with me?

Ever so shy,
I love him to death,
But can't see why.

'Till death do us part,
These magical words,
A true work art.

Copyright © Trinity Biles | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Lost Bird

on a branch 
to some
it doesn't 
want to hear 
and lets in 
that stranger 
it doesn't 
want by the door
it only wishes
for some mellow
to carry it 
a better place.

Copyright © Rushda R | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain |

Treasures Of Your Soul

In the depths of midnight the sky shows off That which plays within the glows of the moon Harvest yellow casting down on the grass Deep in my heart this hallowed soul has swoon So shocked of this sight, the moon at midnight Complete with its piece of the raven small Proudly displayed this clearing beams tonight And light of the moon fills this space for all This tender light that shines on such a bird Brings me in awe and bewilderment fast I thank the Lord for all his blessings shown This well-manicured spot found at long last The last piece of this romance inspired thought Is her presence, what’s written on a scroll No harvest moon and no midnight raven Can take place of the treasure of my soul
Russell Sivey Contest: Treasures Of Your Soul Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 7/29/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Proud Aurora

Let larking bliss on zephyr wings descend
And meadows fill with gleeful mirth and song;
The proud aurora’s sparkle then amend
With daisies spread in an ambrosial throng. 
   The cheerful gods pour nectar into grails,
   And the Elysian Fields unveil their trails. 

Not made by inner storms in wet lament,
Nor wrung in waning light at lonely hours,
But dressed in asters and with lilac blent,
Alluring hungry bees to laden flowers:
   In such attire was passion brightly born,
   Swathed full in beams of love and never lorn. 

The fragrant bed where bashful muses lie
To lose the world, forget and softly doze
Away for hours is yet the same place I
Stole your first kiss and gave you a red rose. 
   I judged the bow of Cupid too benign
   Before I won your heart and you had mine. 

Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

BiRD from our home

Love is love, 
that's what he said
there's no doubt in my mind
love for him's in my head.

Because who say's hello, 
when you were thinking of them?
When I didn't say hi
he just understands

a young face and a catchy smile
boy you light my night 
when others are in denial
of the life they could have
the beauty you create 
with just two hands 
I think I call this fate

You have a pen, 
and I a pencil 
together we're gonna make something special
you're gonna paint something I've never seen
and I'll be sitting there, a queen, fit for a king

You're a gem
shining bright
you light up my life
make me feel like I could write
something about the way you can finish my sentence
You know nothing about me 
but I'm your perfect acquaintance

Copyright © Amy Kramer | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |


Room full of candles, crystals and paintings
Well and this one is my little masterpiece...
De ja vu in my silver and black I am pulled
back in a flash like lightning from out of the
midnight blue to a certain place and time
but I never did ask forever from you.
And as the Nightbird sings in the shadow
of moonlight it overcomes me like some kind
of ghostly possession in the dead of the night
haunted by the coming storm I am no stranger
toxin my heart and in my life but it's just another
lesson learned where my higher self is concerned.
The thunder breaks like an earthquake and the
Nightbird takes to flight.
Oh but in my room full of candles, crystals and
this is my little masquerade of dreams…
In my silver and black well I am thrown back in
a blaze of lightning from out of the dark mountain
sky to a certain place and time but never did I
ever ask you why...

Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

I Peer into Your Eyes

I peer into your eyes and only dream
Of tranquil seas reigned over by the moon,
Of the fresh morning and its stunning gleam,
Or the proud skylark and its flowing tune. 
I touch your downy skin and I can feel
The soft caress of dew on tender moss,
Whose mild embrace can comfort, soothe and heal
The aching grip of bitter grief and loss. 
I taste your tender lips and I forget
That both our youth and beauty fly away,
But I remember that I’m in your debt
In ways which I can never hope to pay. 
   I think of you and then I understand
   How fortunate I’ve been to grasp your hand.

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com

Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consumations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves
The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his hands
gathers those who so listen from their stands
and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends
I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago
to find a soul whose depth as rich as he
so many I had scanned though did not see
the like of him in any people I did know
Thus to my chambers I would him chance
but he would have to leave the fields flocks
exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks
or partake the tables spread in harlots dance
To waltz like winged bird upon the wind
whose unseen direction comes from whence
and depth of feelings that make not sense
didst this emotion upon mine heart descend
Tis now two years I have you letters sent
to give mine thoughts you by song I sing
that you might understand like bird on wing
the nature of the truth in word now lent
From the depths of what is true these words now formed
whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass
that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass
whose God has these feelings within adorned
So has long in word have emptied out her soul
that he might read and see what is her past
so fashion to his reason and understanding cast 
thus the secret person within might come to know
Could he not know that every word was given voice
to paint a picture of what is of Love and True
a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue
that he might clearly see and make a choice
Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky
whose movements formed by mists and winds
invisible from where all courses begot sends
and by word have fully fashioned what is I
Source : Song of Solomon
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Two Breaths Away From Love

Two breaths, she and I at one time,
One brightest pink wand freshly wet dipped,
Translucent rainbow film sublime,
Dreams of enchanted love gently sipped.

Quivering, weightless half moons gleefully dancing,
Newly full from the circle into the breeze.
Both she and I upward, expectantly glancing,
At orbs like swallows amongst greenest of trees.

Some burst on creation's delicate leafy touch,
Each heart yearning to meet the bluest of sky.
Floating bubbles of youth anticipating much.
Hoping our breaths together may never die.


Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017