Best Bluebirds Poems
Oh my heart, my heart, my heart I hold in my hand,
And I bring it to you, my love, on this rainy day I come;
Where the wind takes my hair and I walk among the rows,
The quiet rows of headstones.
Our destiny was decided above,
There was no time for us written.
Our love but a moment in time and then our dreams died.
We thought we had forever,
Tears is all I have to give you;
And my heart, my heart is yours.
And if I fall along the way in this life, will you take my hand?
Will you carry me along?
I know you dwell above,
Where the bluebirds sing.
And if I fall along the way will you take my hand and carry me?
We thought we had forever. . .
Oh, why does love have to die!
_________________________
June 16, 2015
Verse unrhymed
Submitted in the contest, Any Old Poem #10, sponsor, Skat
Fifth Place
In 2023, my energy started to wane fast
Putting up peas, butterbeans and peppers for a long winter
In 2024, the bluebirds came back, giving me hope
Seeing a bluebird or bluebirds has meaning, you can look it up.
lavender blossoms
surround a pair of bluebirds
wispy clouds float by
“Flipping the Bluebirds”
There’s no point playing
Norwegian Wood
when your keyboard’s
like a gun calling
murdering
all your darlings
for other meaningful
glories
lavender doesn’t sit well
when violet’s riddled story
winds up the beat
dodging silver bullets
like sunshine dancing
across the governance board
and the soft-shoe watch
showered with confetti
koans like playing knuckles
for marbled sleuths,
and keystone cops
correct and in their
proper place
kicking back
Love, flips bluebirds easily
like sunshine dancing
all Bonnie and Clyde
across the blackbird’s wing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Feel It Still”/ Pomplamoose
https://youtu.be/L39swdLBxvw
"Extreme Ways"/Pomplamoose
https://youtu.be/Nn6n1rLpvgo
Remington
https://www.wideners.com/blog/the-guns-of-bonnie-and-clyde/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._Remington_and_Sons
Remington guns, Remington typewriters
Kill your darlings
“Kill your darlings” is a common piece of advice given by experienced writers. You kill your darlings when you decide to get rid of an unnecessary storyline, character, or sentences in a piece of creative writing—elements you may have worked hard to create but that must be removed for the sake of your overall story."
...the birds having nothing on you
each tasty morsel drips
deflowered
pleasingly scoured then devoured
divine
your lips to mine
feelings so fine
I find
kindness caressed in kiss
late night hours dismissed
arousals arriving and thriving
inside it resides
touches pulsing with time
symphonics conduct
and seduct in interlude
but never concludes
stillness in tune
morning whispers
a rising sun smiles
and listens
as the bluebirds whistle
Pretty little bluebird came my way,
and I sad: please friend stay a while.
He said, I have two friends coming my way,
wish I could stay...
My little bluebird, don't you see you're the only
one of your kind, I said: teach me a new song.
He said, I'm all out of new songs, wish I could remember
how the old ones went...
Hey Mr. Bluebird, won't you tell me your secrets,
I said: tell me who is this other bluebird?
He said, you're not a secret, wish we could remember
our love bird...
Am I your bluebird, I said: tell me and I'll help you remember
your song bird.
Inconsiderate
Hearts will lack in elation
Throwing the first stone
Pain revisited
The quiet desperation
Soothes my aching bones
Bluebird playing blind-
man's bluff, tag you are bird "it"
nestlings dull colors
I sit and swing in my backyard,
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.
Their babes and nest they try to guard
I sit and swing in my backyard.
To stand and walk away; to hard.
Baby birds stay quiet and hide.
I sit and swing in my backyard
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.01.2014
2nd
WHERE HAVE THE BLUEBIRDS GONE?
The Bluebirds never came home to my pine grove that first spring.
Can't say as I blame them.... my family's heirloom recipe wouldn't fill
the regal gravy boat anymore, and fresh lemonade wouldn't delight
the elegant pitcher again; their services for important holidays and
special birthdays were no longer needed, so they departed.
I tried to erect new Bluebird Houses and put out their favorite seed,
but they never came back, even if I pretended nothing had changed.
I remember the day we chose our wedding china, the pattern,
cheerful Bluebirds at play in the warm spring sunshine, was the
happiest pattern we had ever seen. We selected all the important
pieces we would need for every occasion.
Today, spring flowers are in bloom again, and not a single
Bluebird in sight. I wonder if the regal gravy boat is still
the proud captain of the table?......I miss it
My pine grove is barren now, and the few dishes I still have
never leave the storage drawer to play in the sun anymore,
can't say as I blame them....
....can't say
as I blame them
I Saw The Bluebirds
I saw the bluebirds flying into love
nesting in those trees high above
The owls were hiding in the same tree
awaiting night to fly about so free!
The woodpecker was pecking, pecking away
was he happy, who can ever say?
The mockingbird was just singing loud
knew it's beautiful calls, so very proud!
The blackbirds flew in as a big flock
giving the other birds quite a shock
The crow cautiously flew to another spot
one far more calm and not so very hot!
The robins stayed low in the green brush
slipped about so silently in a low hush
I saw the bluebirds quietly watching it all
sitting on that nest for the very long haul!
R.J. Lindley
O5, 16, 1979
This from long ago. I once visited those woods weekly.
Went there for solitude and to enjoy the sheer beauty
that Nature so bountifully offered!
Those beautiful woods were cut down in the mid 90's..
So many beautiful spots destroyed forever. Such old growth
forests take several hundred years to regenerate. And even
then can not reproduce what Nature had created in tens of
thousands!
Bluebirds sing on an autumn day.
Time for me to run and play.
You are a vision, a ghost in the fields.
You stand my kind protector, with shields.
I hide in the grass that brings safety and peace.
Pretend to run away while the winds increase.
As it moves across wisps of golden meadow I stare
As the sun shined on apples, you were there.
A comforting touch, through torment I ran from.
I would meet you anywhere to feel the love, some.
I dreamt of you in the darkest of night.
As you rescued me from danger and fright.
At school, I drew pictures of you in my mind.
Hoping you would greet me and be forever kind.
Whenever I heard music, I wished you were singing.
But they were wordless songs that kept on stinging.
I fought in childhood to make all this be you.
I encountered endless battles facing it isn’t true.
Here I stand grown and sometimes very fearful.
Faced with new beginnings I can still be tearful.
Now, when Bluebirds sing and I run outside to play.
I let go of the visions that I held in yesterdays.
For those were only images of a mother never to be.
I am now that to myself, time has passed, ever so free.
Written: 1994
Heidi Sands
Rough rains
bounce off
the hardened
ground.
Beyond bare
trees-
empty
of leaves,
no bluebirds
can be found
Bluebirds fly towards the fluffy clouds
in a row and chirping loud
seeking solace far away
there'll be back
on another day .
HAIKU copywrite by Louisa Ritchotte
Soaring bluebirds over a cloud
control over the vastness of the sky
Soaring joyfully and feeling proud
Sensing the breeze as they fly.
High under the canopy, out of sight.
Mother birds meet their babies in the nest.
They grasp the broad horizon light.
The tired planet badly needs rest.
Written: May 27, 2023