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Bird Water Poems | Bird Poems About Water

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Details | Rhyme |

Bird Poop In My Eye

Looking up into the sky
a bird pooped in my eye
as it was flying overhead
causing me to see red

It was warm and soggy
making me feel queasy
I scurried into the house
like an upset little mouse

I headed for the kitchen sink
and got there in a blink
Using the faucet spout
I tried to flush it out

When it was expelled
it had a funny smell
and the sink water
had a dirty colour

So when a bird is flying overhead
keep your head down instead
Do not look up into the sky
or you may get poop in your eye

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


How we love this secluded pond
He lowers me to the grass
And on my stomach I watch
Little beetles, blue dragonflies
Transparent wings fluttering
soft humming near my ears
My smiles born broadly in sunlight

His tender hands hold my back
to his chest. And in the shallow
pool numerous tadpoles curiously
investigate my otherwise useless
legs without pity or shame
He smiles words of joy to me
In my ears and to my mouth

Red squirrel clambers
the tree near our temporary
bed where his hands fumble
and his mouth smiles broadly
between my hands, breeze
lifting my curls as wings
on small hummingbirds

From the corners of his eyes
The lazy luce ponders the strange
ways of human tenderness
While he holds me in his
endless loving patience
That doesn't care about ability
Just we, water, sun and together


February 6, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Fibonacci |

Pictures in my mind

                                                Float on
                                               The River
                                            Along the shoreline
                                       As the birds seem to follow me
                        Flying tree to tree, they are full of life, happily
My journey is just a restful one, a day in the life of nature, fresh air and the      sunshine
I float in the precious moment that passes by with these sights like treasures to find, painting pictures to hang, with thoughts in my mind

Heidi Sands


Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Waterfowler's Delight

Waterfowler’s Delight Clouded marshes masking what may come. Suzy's boisterous invitation over yonder grass Dark shadowed spreads set to entice some. As the glow of the East begins to amass. Newly anointed awaiting the first blessing. Old dogs hoping the spark will catch fire. Light of day upon the horizon pressing. Nosing sweet dew upon the poignant mire. Blue and grays approaching whiter shades. Dark decoys amidst water hazed with hue. Breaths of pink winds follow forecasted trades. Nestling in, head up, taking in one last view. Grasses, reeds, trees and limb begin their claps, Rattling and brushing in a standing ovation. Shedding nights tears, tapping coats and caps, Encouraging shivers of warm tingling anticipation. Night choruses blend with day’s percussion Clicks and rasps of metal, wood and springs. Last words, rules whispered in group discussion Silenced by sudden whistling of cupped wings. Glancing at time wishing the watch was there Edging toward one half hour before this sunrise. A single, lonely, echoing report from over there, Waterfowler's delight, peeling eyes to the skies. 09/25/2017

Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

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 | Rhyme |

Common Canadian

Common Loon we love the most Can be seen from coast to coast Across this land gliding on lakes All across Canada the route it takes Nesting on islands surrounded by sea This bird Canadian easy to see Floats so easily dives for fish Just as common our Friday dish A hoot and yodel is its holler Permanent mark Canadian dollar Sleek pointed beak head black as kettle Hardly seen amongst the nettle Around its neck color green black Extending wings or tucked in back Whichever way Canadian beauty Protecting this bird it is our duty Reason why this national treasure No other bird can even measure Common Loon across this land Without doubt a Canadian brand Think Canadian anytime soon Can't be done without the Loon Maple leaf loved in a song Common Loon Canadian strong

Copyright © Ronald Kent | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Love the nature

Love the sun,
it will shiningly warm you.
Love the moon,
it will milkily moist you.
Love the water,
it will willfully hydrate you.
Love the flower,
it will fulsomely smile at you.
Love the bird,
it will blissfully sing for you.
Love the cat,
it will cordially trust you.
Love the dog,
it will dauntlessly protect you.
Love the koel,
it will kindly kiss you.
Love the river,
it will righteously flow in you.
Yes!If you love the nature,
it will naturally love you.

Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Spinning Ducks

Ducks spin on warming

brown puddles like shards of ice

melting in glass bowls

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monoku |

Rhythm of Life

rhythm of life  a sip of silver grace after flight

for PDs In One Line (Monoku #9) Contest, 3/12/16

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

fun feeding the ducks haiku

a lake full of ducks,
people looking for escape,
and a loaf of bread

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

The Heron

Languid summer day Cloud afloat on garden pond Silent Heron waits. Ripples replace cloud Water drips from Heron beak Koi swim unaware.

Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Swan Lake

                                Engineless she lands
                                Late sun ripples indigo
                                Solo Proud lake swan


                                                 © Shane Cogan, September 2013 

Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Caterpillar fur

Spring and spring.
Clouds of maple.
Skies of pine.

Red in green.
Serviceberry understory.
Spring and spring.

Skunk cabbage spathe.
Black birch sap.
Poplar flowers.

Opossum tires.
Spring and spring.
Blackbird wing.

Wasps won't sting.
My father died.
Town meeting Monday.

Spring and spring.
Sing **** you!
There's no down side.

Infinite willow.
Leaning oak.
Spring and spring.

Budding flame.
Budding thumb.
Cat claw.

Bird yolk.
Spring and spring.

Shoots. Arrowhead
Roots. Waterproof
Boots. Old bed young.

Spring and spring.
Rang and wrong.
Thank and thought.

Seed and sawn.
Wait and walk.
Spring and spring.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |

The Woodland

Deeper still the Woodland calls me
Further yet, she lures, enthralls me
Hapless I, with charms she hauls me
To her unknown hinterlands.
Up, I see the forest giants
Standing tall in self-reliance
Ancient, gnarled, in defiance
Weathering the winter's hands.

Down, I see leaves, fallen, floating
To which place, they are unknowing
In the streamlet's eddies flowing
Dancing to an ageless tune.
Further on, I gaze in wonder
As a river falls in thunder
Misting torrents cascade under
Slanting rays of afternoon.

Scattered rocks are graced with flowers
Breathing in perennial showers
On the brink of Nature's towers
Far above the bustling towns.
Never could an earthly City
Paint a picture half so pretty
Not could sing such lovely ditty
As the Woodland's captive sounds.

In my ear they whisper softly
Whistling bird and peaks so lofty
"Whither went, and for what sought ye
When ye left this tangled space?
For ye find here scenes of splendour
Vistas grande in awesome grandeur
Rugged views they be, or tender
Never could ye leave this place"

For to me she is appealing
I and she, both glances stealing
Lost in unknown depths of feeling
As I see her changing face.
Far from wild clamour ringing
I can hear the crickets singing 
See the points of starlight gleaming.
Never would I leave this place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Out of Water

Moving reflection
a flying cormorant
on silky water.

for the "Out of Water" contest

Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=6186

Copyright © Archontoula Alexandropoulou | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Image On The Lake - Haiku

Image On The Lake – Haiku

Two images?  Chirp!
Sparrow looks, hits mirror lake
Lake answers with, “splash!”

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Pond In Its Glory

Gentle ripples on the water
Set in motion by a slight breeze
Move quietly on the pond's surface
With gracefulness and effortless ease

A fishing bird flies in suddenly
Skimming the pond's surface with its feet
Then dives headfirst into the water
In its search of a meal to eat

Something just broke the water's surface
Forcing me to full attention
I can see now an eye and the nose 
Of a fledgling baby caiman

A bird's neck appears from the water
In its beak, there's a struggling fish
One gulp and the fish disappears
That was indeed a tasty dish

Water lily pads bob up and down
In harmony with the rippling water
Their crimson blooms standing upright
Sprinkled among the lilies cluster

Feeding close to the water's edge
There's a roving group of small fishes
They nibble on the morsels they find
Among roots of water grasses

I treasure sitting here in silence
Observing the pond in its glory
It fills me with such peacefulness
And deep feelings of tranquillity


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A walk along the river

Walk  in the river.
As i walk the river banks 
The water seems to flow as if it was following me.
The trees with their branches sum the touch of water to drink.
The river is so quiet that it is nice to walk along just to think.
The birds are flying above the trees ready to take a fish they might see.
The sun it sets and the glare makes the water shine in different colors.
I enjoy a walk along the river and to see all that there.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Nature's Saucer

A droplet of rain,
Nestled within a curled leaf:
Thirsty reflections.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Water Age Haiku

     Water Age Haiku

Smooth rounded rocks hold
In deep water, age slows, forms
Birds follow ripples

                                     8/21/13 Haiku On Enlightenment contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Concrete |


                              you glide
                        < so gracefully
                                     on a
                                          or on
                                                 pond       water making ripples with
                                                  your    five fluffy cygnets. You use
                                                   tall   bull rushes and reeds for security
                                                     from predators who may lurk in         
                                     (  ( ( (      ((( deep murky water or in the azure sky) )     
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
tiny cygnets < stay with the cob and pen for protection until formation of their snowy white feathers and finally their wings form. Then ( ( (they are free to fly the nest and find their mate for life ))
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Concrete Crush Contest Sponsored by F J Thomas 12~25~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Cuckoo Haiku

     Cuckoo Haiku

Flightless, no feathers
Strange gray bird, drinks river dry
Cuckoo forgets song

Created On 9/18/14 for Creative Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


Beyond the grove of giant ferns,
The mossy path descends and turns
Toward the trunks of redwood trees,
Where mountains meet the dewy breeze.

Enveloped by the heavy fog,
The birds glide free across the bog
And burst into their cheerful calls
Over the chime of waterfalls.

In this abode the giants loom
With lilies at their roots in bloom.
Their will transcends both space and time,
Their thoughts cannot be set to rhyme. 

When I return the gift of birth
And I am doomed to leave this earth,
My peaceful soul shall always be
Enchanted by this harmony.

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

Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

It Breathes

I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt of the shore
And I splash around in the water.

It’s not easy to come across death and not respond
In some sort of way. I am full of energy
And you lay by my side faded away.
 Even though you are only a bird
You deserve a proper burial. Your wings have
Insects circling around them. Buz-buz and zzzz.
 They are waiting for me to
Go.  But I can’t just leave you here.
What if it was me laying here dead?
I would like to think just because I am human
And you are an animal, we are similar.
We both share the same air,
We both need nourishment, we both live and
We both die. I’d like to think if I were you someone
On this planet would care.

You once flew with that sun kissed colored wings 
I walk with these porcelain painted legs
As I take off my white zip- up sweater and show you respect
I gently cover you before the rest of the inspectors come.
How you ended up along this beach
Lifeless and deserted, I shall never know.
Maybe you were sick? Or it was just your time.
But I will give you a proper burial
It’s a seed that I must sow
Showing respect for a life

As the tide comes and it goes.

By: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Secret Garden

Come inside, my secret garden,
where no one is brokenhearted.
The sound of trickling water springs
will soothe your heart until it sings.

The scent of honeysuckle blooms,
breathe in her sweet perfumes.
Bright flowers of multi-hues,
shine in the balmy morning dew.

Gold, amber and the deepest blue
will sweeten your faded dreams anew.
The birds singing their melodious song
will soon have you singing along.

I am not sure what else to say,
except you're welcome to stay.

Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Miniature Juniper

Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
                                                  It likes the dry
air of our home, needs water
once a week at most and seems
meditative and active, both. While away
I rediscovered my love of agaves -
                                                 sotol and century
plant - met Mortonia and became
reacquainted with squawbush, its citrus
drupe which makes traveling the long horizon
of the desert uplands endurable.
                                                 Live oaks - emory,
wavyleaf - dominant and regally spaced
giving ground to mesquite only on the sere
sand flats. I counted and drew inflorescenses,
spikelets, florets, awns but grasses
                                                 remain a mystery
their microscopic parts. This year
I'll study, give them serious thought before
our Spring starts. The cactus wren was the one
bird I could be certain about. Sunsets
                                                 made me sorry
the desert is not my home. But the ocotilloes
flowered before we left and that made up
for the vicious attack of a hedgehog cactus.
Impressive, ponderosa pine and Arizona cypress
                                                 the canyon canopy
watered with snowmelt and along the high cliffs
limestone formations predating our arrival by
ten million years of weather. Newspapers
kept us aware humanity had not accomplished yet
                                                 the end of history
and that was fair. The planes were full of citizens
who no longer applaud upon landing. Snow flew,
not a pinyon pine or manzanita within two moons
walking. On the dining room sideboard, waiting,
                                                 our miniature juniper.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph |

The Great Blue Heron - Epitaph for Fish

She's here again,
 nearly three feet tall
 wing span just as wide.
She arrives every day at eleven fifteen
 landing silent on the roof shed
 then glides to the ground.
She walks around the pond
 then steps up on the stones
 for a closer view.
She eyes the water staring steadily,
 that long neck and equally long feet
 find no fish swimming here.
She was here in winter
 and again in early spring
 now nothing left to eat.
She lingers for a moment
 realizing she's come too frequently
 and the pond is now devoid of life.

Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

When Birds Watch Rain

platinum and grey

against the sky

it starts to rain

clouds silver linings break

birds tucked away in the trees

are quiet now

water gathers down paths

collected by gravity

intensity varies from

down pour

to steady

to trickle

these clouds

are in no hurry

and like variety

then suddenly a hole appears in the clouds

the sun shines through while it rains

like liquid sunshine

birds peek out from within the trees

and excitedly tweet

secure in their knowledge

that somewhere there is a rainbow

Copyright © Forrest Pasky | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |

Slimbridge Wetland Centre

Conceived in nineteen forty six
By naturalist, Sir Peter Scott,
This wetland paradise now thrives
And teems with ducks and geese and swans.

The wild geese drew Scott to the marsh,
The flood plain of the river Severn,
Where countless wintering wildfowl stop
Upon their migratory journey.

There’re nine varieties of swan
And more than twenty types of geese,
Not to mention ducks by the dozen
With varying plumage through the seasons.

Flamingos, elegant on stilts,
Gather gregariously together.
They make a brilliant splash of colour,
Frome palest pink to brightest orange.

Some stars will often steal the show –
The friendly Nene (Hawaiian Goose);
No fear of man, almost extinct,
Till Scott encouraged breeding pairs.

That shrill cacophony of sound
Which drifts across the shining lake
Is made by happy Whistling Ducks
That yearn to share their thrill of life !

Andean Geese in regal splendour,
Proud pairs that strut upon the shore,
Each one so full of self-importance
That smaller ducks will keep well clear.

Our visit now is near its end;
We bid farewell to feathered friends
And leave with glowing memories
Of Slimbridge on the Severn marsh.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014