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Bird Sea Poems | Bird Poems About Sea

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Details | Free verse |

The Sea Gulls Came Home

The horizon was brewing ominous clouds,
Dark as if they came out of hell.
The once azure sky became hazy
As the north wind chilly breezes
Puffed up more stratocumulus,
Rain-heavy clouds that signified storms.

I rested against the balustrade
Of the promenade, looking down at the sea.
Waves upon waves dashed at the dark crags.
Sea spray washed my tired face.
Above the seagulls came to enjoy
The thunderstorm that would soon erupt
Above the small bay, now emptied of boats.

The sea gulls were indeed a sight to see.
Only a hundred or so circled the inlet.
They were truly a harbinger of storms.
They flew against the wind, or with it,
Or soared above it, much as they felt like it.
They plunged into the sea for food
Irrespective of where the chilly wind blew.
They were an elegant sight to see.

As the first drops of rain fell, I betook myself home.
My wife was waiting anxiously for me
Afraid I’ll get wet.  “Watching the birds?”
Clearly she was not very much amused.

She turned her back on me, as thunder boomed
And lightening flashed but I went with the wind,
And clasped her round her winsome waist.  
She did not resist, neither did I.

5 June 2017
POTD 6 June 2017

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017


Details | Quatrain |

Just A Small Poem For A Friend

         Little blue bird
                         without a name
                                It's you I heard
                                    I play your game
                                       High in that tree
                                    You sing a song
                            And you want me
                  To fly along
             The beach is near
              But stars are far
                  A sky so clear
               And then we are
        Above the clouds
      The clear blue sea
       We sing out loud
           Just you and me

***

May 30, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Sleep Amongst The Reeds

A prickly world envelopes 
The subtle Emerald skin, 
One so delicate as can be scorched
By an Irish morning sun. 
Low gulls crying overhead
Keep me idle amongst the reeds,
Eyes wide, sucking in the expanding blue, 
Sporadically streaked with white.
Rose dances with Ray 
Along the celestial path, and
A blushing glow is born.
Deep breaths. 
Salty air caresses and travels 
Down into a spongy soul.
Hand to cheek, a rose
Returns to blue, but Ray
Will forever twinkle around
The dusty pink until 
The crimson lakes again flourish.
The shriek of wings down the shore
Are now a distant echo. Lids heavy,
The siesta forcing me to sink
Further into the hot sands of the coast.
Light as a feather, eyes dimming,
I see it all as the tide chases me.
Through times of trouble she has guided;
In sadness, she did listen; once again
She draws closer and prepares to lead me
From the woes of the city, the faults of society, 
And into a world that is real: the salt of the earth.
I want to swim into unknown, bathe 
In the life of her vessel, and have the soothing
Waves wash over me and rid me of the false pretences.
But for now, I will listen to her: 
A soothing voice that one must never vex,
Swooshing in and sneaking out.
A light crash of waves against the rocks
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
The drama from days gone by
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Money and bills swooshing in
“To hell with those” sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swoosh—
Out!

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2015


Details | Monoku |

monoku 9- sea birds


I walk the dawn sand     gentle waves caress the shore    sea birds black and white . . .




____________________
March 14, 2016

Monoku

Theme - what I see

For the contest, Monoku #9, 
sponsor, PD

Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Sea Gull's Brunch

A lone gull, white breasted pecked and pecked at flecks of snow on the ground - a curious delight this February day, but what could be found in nature's freshly poured flakes to sate the bird's appetite? She turned and soared away on wings of grey. By Andrea Dietrich/ Motif is Nature For "the Impress me with a small poem! (New / Old)" Poetry Contest of Giorgio A. V.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

No fool

The sea is beautiful and I love it 
and every single at the beach moment 

Seagull chatters
Wind no matters

The body turning yummy brownie
My nature has stopped being whiny

I love it!
I love it! I love it!

And the best situation is my dear one 
when there shines the shiny beautiful--

Diamond which to have is really such fun
On my right hand and not from a fool



19.05.2016





Copyright © Weeping Willow | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Seaside Haiku

Salt spray and Seagull Cries…swaying palms…healing balm Soothe both ears and eyes

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

St Cuthbert

On Lindisfarne, they say, 
St Cuthbert took a hooded crow, 
A jackdaw and a jay, 
And on their strident tongues bestowed

The gift of harmony.
No more did ugly croaks and caws
Dispute above the sea, 
Or trouble those sequestered shores.

They sang all day, those three; 
And as they drew their corvine kin, 
The devil wept to see
His shrinking nursery of sin.

Copyright © Alan Ireland | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

Bird In A Tux

I do not fly but waddle far.
For fun I slide on my tummy.
And if I have my eye on a mate
I'll feed them fishes so yummy!

Singing a love song is common for me.
To attract a mate I'll croon.
And if I leave the colony sometime
I'll surely be back soon.

Under the water I really can't breathe.
But can hold my breath a short while.
I spend my time mostly at sea.
But when on shore I make humans smile.

You'll point at me and giggle out loud.
I know you think I'm cute!
But don't try to capture me I plead.
Just admire my black and white suit.

A little bit like you humans I am.
Sometimes I mate for life.
Yet other times I play the field.
Perhaps even cheat on my "wife"!

So here I go to dive and plunge
where the water is deep and cold.
Just some things you should know about me.
I'm amazing-if I may be so bold!




for Archaic Poet's animal personification contest

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Monorhyme |

Forbidding Island

I swim to an unknown rocky strand, marooned by the captain's hand,
Up on the barren shore I stand, up on the wave-washed sand.
The sandpipers dance a saraband; could I like the birds withstand?
Held by the bars of a coral band, alone in a rocky land.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haiku 8 - Pier Sentinel

aqua water swirls
salt sprayed air licks dry sea oats
quick pelican gulps
Copyright, September 18, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si

Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Sea Gull

One legged swaying
Stiff breeze chills
Soldier crabs scurry

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

SEA OF LOVE

Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.

Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.

So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.

Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.

Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

A forest and the sea

wave and waiting shore
gulls sing with the oceans tune
rustling trees pitch in


7/1/15

Copyright © Lee Carter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

FIRST FLIGHT

Across the scarlet sunset  , 
I see a little sea-bird.
Pretending to be strong ,
Actually its making a feeble cry.
Flapping wings again and again,
Its afraid and not giving a try.
The great sky and the vast sea , 
Are making its throat dry.
Everybody came to boost it up ,
Finally mother came with a  fishful cup.
In the name of God ,
The little one jumped.
With eyes closed and heart thumped.
And  wow! its magic , 
Its faith, its love.
That made it fly ,
Above the sea and across the sky.

Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

American Haikus

#33

the moon falls west-ward
the tule fog saunters east
summer ends early


New Siblings

puppy petite gold
bouncing around black dog's space
I know you’re in love
 
#25

Swimming in spring fog
wind plucked guitar string in time 
Tule music plays

Fog

fog braised Fillmore
ready for full moon to wane 
while waiting for Jack

Dreams while Sleeping #2

when I piss in dark
All my prayers are sombreros
night of a new moon

Wake up Calls

first chirp of the morn
different from dog barking
five better than four

Midnight Ride

some full moon wheeling
search werewolves in the quag
Robin Hood’s fire

Unnecessary Student Loans

lifestyle to uphold
says I to financial aid
just give me the loan

English Dept. Building

walk paper footsteps 
through hallowed hollow hallways 
already relics

Jesi Naomi

tuba bongo blues
like a freight train serenade
echoes in the night

New York Fall

tinged purple and red
nothing to rhyme with orange 
rolling New York hills

Gutter Glitter

lock jaw by myself
keep me imprisoned for hours
mumbling into phone

Danny West
 
it's raining outside
but I'm frying potatoes  
the all-night kitchen


Closing Time

staring at my beer 
one blue bird in the rafters
too it's closing time

Good Witch

She has rings and bows 
She has glasses full of hours
Honey from the bee



Copyright © Stephen Barry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

FAMILY DAY OUT

with the sun blazing hot
we set off in the car
with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar

with a bit of a rush 
we're at the seaside
where the air's fresh and clean
and there's donkeys to ride

on the large sandy beach
we've a perfect picnic
with the sun beating down 
the time passes quick

with the sky turning grey
we expect it to rain
with haste we pack up
then we set off again

with the dusk drawing in 
we are back from afar
with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar

Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |

the shipwrecked sailor

the shipwrecked sailor
from the North 
lands on land
between the seas
and sees 

nothing but trees

the trees shade him from the sun 
in the sky
the sky provides a medium 
in which the birds 
from the trees
can fly

and the birds 
nested in the trees
on occasion 
provide the sailor
birds to fry

unfortunately 
the shipwrecked sailor
after his bird meal 
and nap
still can’t fly

Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Beautiful Sunrise - The Whitney Style

~Beautiful Sunrise~ (Double Whitney) Sunrise shines Appears again Spreads around Cover mountains Sea, above Clouds softly pass A band of geese fly high. The air's cool And the sun's warm Delightful Wonderful spring Warms my heart Songbirds sings His face shines upon my face. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
October.01.2016 ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Sea Birds

Lonely sea birds cry out

Young fish washed up on shore

No hunger tonight. Full


                          

                              P.R.Deremer

Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Wind Snow Seagulls

Wind howling forlorn
thundering through the tree tops
branches crashing down



Snow swirling, whirling
coating all in pristine white
like diamonds glinting



Hear the lonely shrieks          
as seagulls twist and hover
over the fishing boats


written 08/12/2013

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Bird Tree Fish Sea

On the green hill
I could not see
The tree
For the birds
Beyond the rock
Ledge
I could not see
The ......fish
Abundance
Once was natural
Is now reduced
To memory.

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Summer

The beach air had come to me
With its refreshing yet breezy sensation
The summer is just in the city
Have the fun in the earth’s heaven

Iced water and a bit of lemon, perhaps
Please hold this for me, thank you
The birds are building their nest
Is it a wonder of something new?

Pass the plain water trunk to me
I will swim the entire sea today
No, not to break a knee
Nor a strut for that fine quay

I wonder how an Olympic medallist dive
Or how the cyclist ride
It would a year maybe five
To practice my coordination and sight

The sunset had arrive
Look at the colour it shows
The swimmers had come to a take five
The meaning only He knows

Copyright © Abdu Muhaimin Hashim | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Into A Crimson Sea----Five Lines

A sound of bedtime prayers are in the trees, where the doves have nestled among the leaves. They smooth the feathers of a restless day. Like the night-birds,... my worries lift away, sailing far, into twilight's crimson seas.
_________________________________ 5/17/15 For The Contest: Five Lines/Metaphors and Simile Sponsored By Sara Kendrick Form: Enveloped Quintet

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

THIS CALMING SEA

THIS CALMING SEA

I sit here in the darkness at a window
that mirrors my wild mane, unruly me
Imagine how in time this house will grow
around me, a Rapunzel, you will see

My hair in braids grow down a castle vast
The nurses turned to wicked witches, wild
If you don't save me, I will never last
A lonely, lost, love seeking smallish child

Their screams are in my head, such ugly sound
Of capture, castigating, lashing words
My hands, over my ears, have never found
Relief from them, I wish I were a bird

To fly away, and leave my legs behind
To have my arms be wings to carry me
(To where no harm or evil ever find)
Eternally over this calming sea

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Triolet |

Summer Sky

Summer Sky
Summer sky splashed with orange bright as smoldering sun blazes down, tickling the sea in sheer delight. Summer sky splashed with orange bright, polka-dotted with birds in flight, their dark wings flapping all around. Summer sky splashed with orange bright as smoldering sun blazes down.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Tempest

Cormorant and I Share tempestuous moment Wide eyed ocean watch Safely removed from spindrift Waves, spume and spray batter shore.

Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Suffolk dawn

Desolate sea
between steel sky and dusky shore.
A sinister mist creeps in,
adds to the grey gloom.
Flat calm.
		Stillness.
			     Complete silence.

A seabird cries.
Shingle-rippling wavelets, bubble and make reply.
The gull continues his mournful song
evoking sea-lost souls. 
Waves,
	    now churning time-worn pebbles,
advance,
     inexorably –
a soulful seascape in shades of grey.

Others take up the seabird’s reveille.
Ghostly forms
			float intangibly
						on the morning mist.

Golden light, gathers on the horizon –
slow, diffuse at first, later, laser-like,
bright rays burn off the vapours.
Then,
	suddenly,
			in splendour,
						the Sun appears.


3 January 2014

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014