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Bird Star Poems | Bird Poems About Star

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Details | Haiku |

Glint on Nile

Walking aimlessly
Suddenly a star entered 
A poem happened 

What was the poem
A cascade of golden light
On her hair and neck

How lovely you look
Said golden neck,the light said,
You are lovelier

The bird in my vein 
Said to both of them, good morn
They smiled, glint on Nile
_______________________________________
6/11/2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016



Details | Ballad |

THE BRIDGE OF THE MORNING STAR

To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile

 

I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her heart

Never such love, so rare

Could be

In a meadow of flowers

 

We talked and sang

Until the sun set low

Fires lit, in reds and golds

Of loves’ glow

We slept

In blue wool

and silver stars

Amongst its’ folds

 

The first bird called to me

I looked up

Saw the first morning star

Shining steadily

 

Across the meadow

Above the trees

The early light

Caught the flash

Of the birds’ wing in flight

 

I woke my Moondust

Across the meadow

Is the way

The bird showed me

In its’ flight

Guiding us today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We walked through

The flowers of the meadow

Moondusts’ horse followed behind

In that early sunglow

 

The rush of water could be heard from afar

The meadow ended too soon

The stream could be soon

Upon it…..

The Bridge of the Morning Star

 

Of ancient oak tree

Carved with magical hands

Its’ trusses carved with birds

On each rail, silver stars were inlaid 

A beautiful canopy of redwood

Completed this crossing

Carved on it, ancient words

“The Morning Star”

 

The bridge

of The Morning Star

As soon as the sun rose

Like The Morning Star

The bridge faded too

In the coming of daylight

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku |

star magnolia's bright

  
star magnolia's bright blooms against February's cold... robin hops in yard

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016

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

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Lark's Melody

I am vowed by the long tail of the bright falling star,
delighted by the notes of my guitar;
Its sheer brightness,
reveals the Heavens,
it resembles fireflies flickering in the night's vastness. 

I begin to dream under the shimmering firmament, 
and with closed eyelids, I start to count;
I seem lost into the blue,
images come into view,
then the night covers me with sparkling dew.

I put aside every doubt and enter the atmosphere,
such a mystic place of enlightenment to share;
Unbounded,
I behold
all creation done by His hand to be forever praised.

I am vowed by the adventurous flight of a beautiful lark,
admiring the loveliness of the night so calm and dark;
his wings flutter,
he goes far,
in this wilderness he moves freely owning sky and air.  

Can we learn the lark's melody
and sing it to the Almighty?


Entered in Mystic Rose's contest,
" Answer Me "
Won 2nd place
Contest judged on 4/20/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Nature Self

As a cloud I observe myself, 
inseparable from the sky 
free as a bird I fly. 
Encompassing distance within my sight 
all of Nature is under my right. 
I lend eyes to birds 
to watch the setting of sun 
while I gaze upon stars. 
Every blade of grass 
knows my scent. 
I am of Nature descent 
she is mother of mine 
and father of yours, 
we siblings all are. 
Nature offers genes 
to every living thing. 
Be present when she dreams 
live to attend her needs, 
feel Nature caress 
the being you call yourself.

Copyright © Denis Zukic | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Prince of sweet songs

PRINCE OF SWEET SONGS


"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of  François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)





The prince showed up in the terrace

Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star

The prince called his lyricist and a hangman

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |

A Sapphire Oblivion

It's a beggar's repentance... Two swans dance between the mist and the stars. A sapphire oblivion rages from the moon. ...with a pocket full of apologies.

Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015

Details | Italian Sonnet |

An immortal bubble

An immortal bubble it was when you
And I were on the edge of getting lost
In some intense musk of our heat and frost
As immortal moments danced in the dew
Giving shape to birds from starry stillness
Underneath the scented sparks of diamonds
Intoxicated with browning almonds 
Sprinkling crimson splashes on melting face

And green apples in our waiting ocean
Relaxing the knots in a pink freedom
In lilac rhythm ridding all our notion
Of eternity as time sans fathom 
What matters is the intense disruption
In which the Himalayan moments come
_____________________________________________
01/03/2017: Form I (with a theme) – poetry contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
A sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern
a b b a a b b a followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern
of c d c d c d

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Curtal Sonnet |

STAR-for Ann

I did not plan,
To meet and fall,
In Love with You!
It Just Happened!
As some things do.
What can I say?


I do not regret,
nor will I fret,
although.
I kind of know.
I guess that you,
don't feel the way I do.


I will always love you.
Anyway.
No matter what.
You do or say.


I can not help it.
Nor would I.
want to.


I will just view You.
from afar,
like gazing at,
a twinkling,
STAR!


And pray and wait,
and wonder.
ON.
the marvel,
that you are.

Copyright © gary dye | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Aurora Borealis

The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun

The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky

Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness

He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move

As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight 
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape

The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley

God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time 

My time on the porch

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ballade |

WINGS IN CAPTIVITY

My Bird died I cried and cried
I should have let him go
Clipped wings a cruel thing
So a bird song I could hear

He would have flown up to the sky
He could have sowed high
A thing of the sky two wings to fly
Was prisoned to fly no more
So a bird song I could hear

At break of dawn
I look up to the sky
To watch the birds fly
And wondered why oh why oh why
My bird sings no more

Now every star I see
I think one is he
At last up in the sky
And with a wink of the twinkling star
My bird song comes alive!!!

Copyright © Lorna Malla | Year Posted 2017