Best Bird Of Paradise Poems
The day you brought me a Bird of Paradise,
a rare flower which imbibed sun’s blushing orange glow,
and aquamarine blue from ocean’s bosom,
erased the excruciating pains of our separation
unfolding a symphony of colours,
stayed and comforted me since then
with satiny softness.
The ebullient orange and blue petals
with a tint of olive-green from the depth of the sea,
where a dreamy mermaid weaves her crimson love...
remind me of our tender days together
with unrestrained laughter and pure joy.
the blue elegant boat-like bract brings
the memory of our doting parrot -
lingering lilac memory she left...
As if she left the glistening colours of her wings
on the slender petals....
for me to gaze at the graceful beauty,
so all the sorrows, all the sadnesses
magically heal and evaporate.
I dreamed a bird-of paradise arose one starry night.
Beautifully plumed, it floated in mystical moon-light.
I drifted along with it, as delicate as fine lace,
extraordinarily content, unconstrained and graceful.
Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations sacred spell.
It is a crystallized super nova’s raw force, exploding from
The inner guttural roar of nature giving birth, to
The snow bird of paradise.
In its translucent chamber egg of ice, resting in the
Diamond dust covered nest, lined with crystal frozen gems,
Shimmering beneath the chilling Artic sun, as the
Freezing embrace of mother earth, rocks her starling,
Kindred off spring, waiting, are anticipating its hatching.
Ever tenderly the life within stirs, as if a captured moment
Of purities grace, encapsulated in brilliance opulence,
The shells shard melts away, in a hushed display of beauties
Refinement and complete elegance.
Nature itself seems to hold its very breath, as the
Snow bird rises, for the first motions step, in a swaying
Waltz of harmony.
Behold the snow bird strides forth, fanning her plumage
Behind, a white laced peacock is exposed, unfolding its winged
Feathers delicately, one by one, until the colors
Reflect the light rays from the polar sun.
Gleaming in radiance, the fineries majestic appendages
Sparkle with razzle-dazzles adornments, yet the winds brush
At her downy softness, as if caressing the fleece of a new
Born lamb’s wool, ever so gently.
Plumages lace of snowflakes spread wide, in a splendors display
Of glitz and glamour, as the fluffy strains ripple in the night winds
Whispering, come along my beautiful creation, it is time to warm
My soil with springs everlasting promise, once more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Bird of Paradise
now withered and dry
wild geese cry
purple, orange
vibrant jungle flora --
bird of paradise
*For Chris's Pseudo-Haiku contest
Buds of beauty begin to appear.
Iridescences sparkle in the sun.
Robins start their trek up north.
Discovery has just begun.
Opulent life begins to emerge.
Flowers soon bloom amid color’s serge.
Perky pedestrians jog through the parks.
Artists are seen painting in the streets.
Rifles and guns are put away.
All of life enjoys a sweet warming show.
Daffodils display their cheerful smile.
Impatienses patiently watch.
Springtime smells permeate the air.
Earth effervescently glows.
© April 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Climbing the irregular hillside where the air was hot,
In the middle of the montane forest,
The atmosphere was tropical and so too hot.
I started my climb hoping for better fresh air,
When suddenly I saw the most beautiful bird,
Flying towards the upper branches of rainbow eucalyptus.
It was not a small bird and was so colourful,
Solid bright blue color for its wings
And tail with split eye ring and bluish-white bill.
Its wings occasionally display a red tinge.
I was told that it is one of the most beautiful
Birds called Blue Bird of Paradise, and I’m sure
It must have descended from above with bliss.
Suddenly it hung upside down, wondering why.
It did not sing but uttered a soft buzzing noise.
Slowly it fanned its feathers, an attraction to another bird.
Soon I realized this was his way to start to mate.
Silently I tiptoed down the hill and hoped
He’ll be successful in his lovemaking.
Donning tangerine,
every creature was impressed
with your arabesque
Don't watch my footsteps disappear
in search of ephemeral rocks to anchor
But wait with me to gather spirits
so I won't be afraid of Sunsets...
When orange melts away in darkness
Just stay with me until it's over
Caress my stranded fins with Dawn
Please do Not cry..I will be... Home...
copyright@iolandascripca2014
(author of "f Lava of My Soul")
Unearthly exotic beauty
Surely meant for deity
Known as crane flowers to some
Most exquisite curiosity bar none
Audacious hues of orange and blue
Divine perfection powerless to construe
Its fanlike display of utter magnificence
Gives way to engage in amorous poetic license
To you my love no other flower will do
You are my paradise my heart flies home to you
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2019 for STANDARD CONTEST 400 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on February 20, 2019
Such a colorful bird,
Donned in plume so celestial,
Played in the theater of the absurd!
Though an act of love, the vision was blurred,
The theme of the show was carnal and bestial!
But the Bird was a lover,
Free of the restraints of another,
Who high above our hearts did hover!
Oh, this bird is such a heavenly endeavor!
Am I bad for wanting to pluck a feather?
Oh Bird of Paradise,
Open your wings in flight,
For the night sky is your vice –
And it brings the Kings of Man such delight!
You colorful thing, you’re brighter than moonlight!
None will step up, own up to their advice;
we pay the price for the choices we make.
Like plumage of Birds of God are mistaken
for wealth, it’s a roll of the loaded dice.
Creatures of whimsy floating, passion airing,
falling to Earth from God is the myth and prayer.
The male’s tails dance with intricate plumage details,
a quite ornate bird in the tropical forest with haunting wails.
it represents well
state flower of Hawaii
blooming joy to all.
So, he came and dazzled you with his plume
And you simply succumbed to his grooming.
Pregnant, he’s gone, what have you got to do?
This may very well be your undoing.
5th Place
Bird-of-Paradise Poetry Writing Contest
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