Best Baby Bird Poems
I am just a tiny baby bird of three
high up in a bird house nest
right now I am just a fluff of feathers
and a big mouth
but one day I will fly and glide with my wings
I am sure of this because my parents can
and early each morning my parents leave the nest
to swoop and drift on wind currents
down and then high up, then down and down
calling to each other with tweets and twitters
and they are soon joined by other birds
in circles they fly around and around
I watch from the opening of our nest
flapping my baby wings
but mother says I am too little yet
soon baby, soon ... you will fly away
oh mother I want to glide and drift now
it must be wonderful riding the currents
and in my bird nest I dream that I am flying high
tweeting and twittering loudly
one day, one day I will show them that I am a bird
right now, all I can do is make a baby demanding tweets
oh joy, mother has brought us breakfast
so I open my beak wide ... me first, me first
__________________________
March 31, 2022
Poetry/Personification/just a baby bird
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1444-667-31
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/31/2022
Submitted into the Standard contest, Your Second Chance- 2nd Submission
sponsor, Sotto, Judged 10/16/2022
First Place
in dire unison
famished hatchlings performing
same old tune for meal
posted on May 2, 2020
mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat
mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is
the way of nature
loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane
Growing too big for the egg
It pushes out
With all its strength and might
So naive of the outside world
Yet so determined to push through the shell
And leave its comfort zone
To see new world
Scribbles, tinkles, sprinkles, twinkle twinkle
Innocent eyes see the light
The feathers make little moves
The legs straighten out
The beak toughen
Making little sounds
Songs of freedom, songs of new dawn, songs of flight
Mama bird guides it through
Feeding styles
Hunting tactics
Feelings of depthness
Staying active
Lessons of, reasons to, seasons for
It heeds the advice
It follows its instincts
And lets the words flow
Far beyond the paper
Like a baby bird
Growing and flying higher
Baby Bird – Haiku
From the nest, a fall
Tumbling with few feathers down
Soft ground is a kiss
Wondering where you are tonight?
Can't feel the warmth of your sight
Your wings that cuddle me under the moonlight
Your heat that incubates me in spotlight.
I'm a shelled-duckling not so pretty
My little heart beats so fast and plenty
Nearness of you I pray for each day
Your body to stay beside me all day!
In the purple smoky collaged sky
The birds swam home
on flaky water colours,
carrying his rainy perfume.
I prayed for this one night
He would evenly spray my garden,
Without the rumbling accompaniment
Of his hurly burly friend flashing
nightmarish psychedelic lights, but let
Little Sue dream with her angels in peace.
Balveen Cheema
September 15, 2015
Contest: Mixed Senses
Toipic: Evening
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
I feel I’ve conquered
the majestic night
in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps
I am not new to the world
swearing in the shadow of a cactus
and mulling over the smiles
of Northern stars tirelessly
taking photos of my soul, which is always close
to my birth, craving for prosperity
And, I crave for breath
accenting to mine
Ah, I am forever
the tropical wind of my land
where poetry is like a flower’s gatherer
sweetly teasing my thoughts
to sing like a little baby bird
in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps
A calm summer breeze is the day,
and I will learn to fly this very day.
I get up and try and try,
for my mother is teaching me to fly.
Looking carefully at each movement she makes,
I will do whatever it takes.
You see, if I don't fly,
I will surely die,
and those are high stakes.
Edward J. Ebbs - August 27, 2002
A friend so sweet,
I'm lucky to have found.
So much laughter,
Whenever she is around.
Turning something so small,
Into such a fun thing.
Every-time we catch up,
We laugh, dance and sing.
The trouble we get into,
Just from our kids.
They tell us off,
I'm not telling fibs.
That doesn't stop us,
from having our time.
To have a drink and laugh,
With a special friend of mine.
6/11/2015
heartbeats
of the baby hummingbirds
quiver
through their bodies
to awaken my heart
.
.
We walk passed the
wetland wash
in the sanctuary of birds
onto the beach.
.
We see the osprey mother
in her nest of branches
on top of famous
Target Rock;
.
and out in the sound,
the head of a black monster
flickers back and forth
below the moving surface.
The flying butterfly
Flying high in the sky
Perching in the apple-eye
Hi butterfly why in blue-sky?
There on the thyme with a smile
The flying butterfly
In nursery rhymes the passer-by
Calling children far and wide to vie
In a twinkle of an eye
The babies beautifying in style
The flying butterfly
Flings her feathers well-nigh
In the butterfly bush, skying high
Upon the yellowish pine trees, the hover-fly
Displays her colourant in the sky
Usually at a stone's throw they fly
Should I give a farewell as goodbye?
It doesn't respond but around d flowers they fly
Flower-flies, in July
Butterflies announcing the summer eye
Smelling the blue and green flower for awhile
The dragon flies in the sky
Flower-flies bidding goodbye butterfly
Far and near they fly
Descending the harmattan wind from the sky
Oh! Butterfly, I wish I can fly
So high in the sky
It may be for awhile
But there in the colouring clouding sky
I shall bid goodbye with a smile
(Opurum Precious; Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboyp 07/26/2016
My pigeon's nest had two squab
I could observe both to remain silent
Only until the mother arrived, as both rose to grab
As both jumped and became jubilant
One was more aggressive than the other
Other one too was happy but not forced the mother for a feed
Appetite you may adjudge, with the force of chasing the mother
Demanding feed from mother is an unwritten deed
One chased the mother to get more share
It looked as if there is a fight
Mother knows how much to spare
Once one’s quota is fed, mother turns down outright
When she is forced, mother closes her mouth
Also shows an innocent face, as if food storage is emptied
While mother looks for the other, to offer by stealth
Former is not contended, though mother belied
The mother maintains more patience and maturity
Never gets perturbed on such chase game
Fairly and firmly she shows, in care and concern, parity
Former may, in a hurry, choose the mother to blame
Only mother knows what one needs!
Only to care you, god has become mother
Only with such sacred responsibility, mother breeds
Only motherhood is holy, to be revered ever higher!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “ENOUGH TO FLY AND PLAY AND A COLLECTION OF POEMS” by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyrights reserved.
The golden eagle flies through the clouds so swift and easy,
And a tree with nest is her stay for years of three;
One or two fledgling young espouse colour as marking,
Hear her calling them, just them, when elegantly swooping.
22/10/2015