Best Birdie Poems
A bird pulls up a
girl's smile —
sings rooted, broken shoo.
trees have been there
before her time —
they have no more time
Shadows leave their boughs,
seen in the light, where
she never lifts off gently,
she's never flying easy,
such is intensity —
fly away
"Time to take the Soup off the stove,"
a little birdie whispered in my ear:
'Tis the Sabbath Queen that's drawing near."
But the Soup's not done, I dared to say
in an unpoetic, defiant way
The little birdie just looked at me
with pity, but not with sympathy
Shook his head and moved his beak:
"Sabbath's come; the Soup is done.
~ So's all your work for this week!"
Will you take a ride with me on an unsaddled pony,
past the dusky copper kettle glow of Gilead pond?
Two young, carefree kids wandering barefoot..
far as we can see the fields stacked in hay, our highway
The Summer sun we'll chase away to the end of days
'til the dark, moonless forest voices call.
No lightning lights Vega's face, not even your hand
catches Cassiopeia's distant glance.
Can we return one day to bottle cap mysteries untold,
down the long lost dusty finger of Birdie Galyan Road?
"The blackbirds sing to herald spring
Quote by poet"
When birds prepare to produce young
I know for sure that spring has sprung
The adult birds will try their best
to gather twigs then build a nest
In time their eggs begin to hatch
the parents then have got to catch
worms, caterpillars and lots of flies
as hungry mouths need huge supplies
It is a most delightful thing
when new fledglings take to wing
and make their first flight in the sky
I just adore seeing them fly
The blackbird sings his sweetest song
he’ll never get any notes wrong
Robins and bluebirds join the chorus
heralding that spring’s arrived for us
Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
02/26/21
Little Birdie in the rain,
will you hide ‘til it starts to wane?
Little Birdie in the snow,
do you have a warm place to go?
Little Birdie in the heat,
do you know of a cool retreat?
Little Birdie in the cloud,
do you forever stand up proud?
Little Birdie in the sleet,
will you hide underneath a sheet?
Little Birdie in the wind,
will your untidy feathers mend?
Little Birdie whatever you do,
remain safe and attend to You!
If I were a birdie,
I'd head up to the sky.
I'd spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!
If I were a birdie,
my feathers would be bright.
Every color would be striking.
I'd soar and reach new heights.
If I were a birdie,
I'd sing a lovely song.
Everyone would stop and listen;
they would begin to sing along.
If I were a birdie,
I'd follow all my dreams.
Small streams to vast oceans,
under golden bright sunbeams.
If I were a birdie,
I'd flit about from tree to tree,
with many different flocks of birdies.
We would be free to be free.
If I were a birdie,
I'd head up to the sky.
I'd spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!
Fly! White Bird o'Golf
To Green where by yonder Flag
'neath Pin is thy nest!
Perched on a limb
High above the ground
Sat a little birdie
Looking all around
Peering down among the people
He cried with glee
I see a tiny breadcrumb
Just waiting for me!
Soon the little birdie
Flew to the ground
Pecked at the breadcrumb
But failed to look around.
Then one of the people
With a gleam in his eye
Stomped the little birdie
And watched him die.
The moral to this story
Is always look around
And never eat your dinner
Sitting on the ground.
Birdie Trouble
So you think you’re going to hole me
Teed off well and on the green rolled me
Looked like hole in one
Then all hope was gone
When old albatross swooped and stole me
no birdie with a yellow bill
hopped upon my window sill nor
could he see me blinds were drawn the
window shut on day's cold dawn and
no cocked and shining eye gleamed thru
the glass and on I dreamed while passed
the time and I not shamed by sloth
prefer my birdies cooked in broth
That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony
I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?
Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say
To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift
For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air
I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long
got to see the one
sweet mama birdie not lost
to me any more
baby bird has turned
from blue bird to mockingbird
better watch your speak
and say only love
and peace and joyous things now
she'll not miss a beat
break the weird cycles
and learn the new way to be
appreciating
the moment we have
to be pure, happy, fulfilled
just good as it gets
I watched a little birdie as it fluttered in the air,
Riding on the wind without even a care.
A cute little thing with it's feathers and it's crown,
Well it use to be cute until a trucker ran him down.
I watched a smashed little birdie,with it's feathers flying in the air,
I think the only tire that didn't hit him,was the one underneath,the spare.
The trucker kept a going,feathers all up in his grill,
I watched as his trailer dissapeared over the hill.
Times like these are sad,it's all a part of nature,
But it makes me happy because I am a vulture.
A little birdie told me you love me
You dare not put anything or anyone above me.
A little birdie told me you will protect me
Dare anyone or anything try to destroy me.
A little birdie told me you will comfort me
When the storms rage you will wrap your arms around me.
A little birdie told me you will lead me
When the path gets dark you will take my hand in yours and humbly guide me...