Best Chirped Poems


The Frog and the Cricket

The frog croaked
The cricket chirped
The cricket croaked
The frog burped

Premium Member Good Neighbors

About head high, two bluebirds built a nest
Outside my window, in a young oak tree
They built their house complete with nursery
Last spring she chirped a lover's sweet request

It wasn't long before their home was blessed
Three little ones that chirped incessantly
They raised them to live independently
Last week they left no forwarding address

But I have hope they will return in spring
Rebuild even remodel, either way
Each day they said hello and were so kind
How beautiful it was to hear them sing
Perhaps, next year I'll ask if they can stay
Because good neighbors are so hard to find


   November 20 2016
  Italian Sonnet

Trinity Sunday

The ground was strewn with fragrant,
freshly cut grass,
blue sky shined like glass,
cool breeze stirred the willow tree,
birds chirped beneath the window panes,
loveliness for everyone to see,
houses surrounded by flower beds,
charming landscapes, a rich day,
regal in every way,
eyes can’t seem to turn away,
something glorious 
on this Trinity Sunday


Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...-

As I began to rest in my fickle dream
Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep
I was greeted by many a whisker
And petulant snores from my sister

The cat mewed ferociously and purred
For there on the other side of the window—was a bird!
It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass!
And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass

Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm
I swear my bosom was gone!
The cat then motioned at the feathered brat
For her bright breasts seemed extra fat

Of course it wouldn’t have been that
But I couldn’t just blame the cat!
I opened the window only a crack
And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?”

Such pride she attained from my bosom
Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!?
The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye
But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly!

She plopped to the ground and squawked
I would have laughed, but I was shocked!
The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes
Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!”

Before I could think I had fallen to the ground
To a booming, most terrible sound!
My eyes then opened to a cat on my head
As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed

Premium Member Chipmunks Picnic

As I was sitting on a bench and I was looking at this tree 
Down ran a chipmunk, who came to say hello to me
 
I reached inside my tote bag to see what I could find 
To give to Mr. Chipmunk while he sat on his behind
 
I found a bag of peanuts that would suit him very well 
I watched him crack them open as he threw away the shell
 
Down ran another chipmunk to join in for the feast 
But she was very cautious, I guess she thought I was a beast
 
I said hello to Mrs. Chipmunk as she puckered up her cheeks 
But she ate so many peanuts that she really couldn't speak
 
Down ran baby chipmunk as curious as can be 
To join in for the picnic; oh my god, now there are three
 
After they had eaten they had left some peanut trails 
Then they chirped to tell me thank you and they wagged their little tails
 
I'll see you all tomorrow, I want you all, to please come back
I'll bring some peanut butter if you'd like another snack 


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Once Upon a Shiny Polished Day

Once upon a shiny polished day, the sun shone bright as golden ray
and in the park where the children played the puppies danced ballet 
The kittens meowed from their outdoor yum cafe 
and the birds chirped from the trees while they surveyed 
the pretty ducklings waddling in the pond, hurray hurray ! 

Once upon a starlit night the moon smiled sweetly at the sea 
and in the river all the loons echoed across the lake, woo wee 
The owl gave a hoot and the foxes slept tee hee 
while the rabbit stretched and caught a snack or three  

Once upon a fairytale a little Pixie cast a spell
and all the sicklies of the forest were suddenly made well 
each precious creature went pell-mell at the sound of a Fairy's Bell 
while all the ogres, trolls and elves, tap danced on a chanterelle.

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Hate Will Never Pass the Test - Part 2 of 2

I stopped beneath a big oak tree
and tried to catch my breath
My body it was shaking still,
he scared me half to death

I pulled my notebook to my lap,
my hand it held the pen
And started writing poetry,
my love for her again

When then I looked above my place,
the branches filled with birds
They watched as I was writing this,
they chirped at every word

“Don’t let that old crow bother you”
I heard their voices say
“He wants to be the only one,
that’s why he acts this way”

“Just keep on writing poetry,
your verses are the best
Be yourself, you’re doing fine,
to that we can attest”

“There’ll always be someone like him
that tries to pull you down
But worry not, just wear a smile
in place of that old frown”

So that I did, I wrote and wrote
and didn’t have a care
So I could always send my love
to you I long to share

I penned for you a poem of
affections written deep
Hoping that close to your heart
my words you’d always keep

When then again I heard that voice,
my day then turned to night
“I see you’re writing poetry,
I knew that I was right”

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do,
we’ll put it to a test
You write yours and I’ll write mine,
we’ll see who is the best”

I closed my eyes and thought of us,
my mind held such a view
I wrote some lines of perfect prose
to say that I love you

He scratched and clawed upon his pad
and with an evil grin
He tossed the page down on the ground
and said, “Let’s go, begin”

I read the words that he did write
and if I must confess
I didn’t understand a thing,
his poem was a mess

Several lines of gibberish,
hate in every breath
Calling names of everyone,
he even threatened death

And then he read my offering,
a look came on his face
His feathers black had turned to ash,
his head hung in disgrace

For love shall win out every time  
in ink of gentle flow
“Go spew your hatred someplace else,
it’s time for you to go”

I watched him as he flew away,
a sulking fading bird
On silent wings he disappeared,
he uttered not a word

I often walk along that path
but now I wear a smile
For I’m still writing poetry
in my romantic style

Though I will not forget that day
as these words come to mind
“Hate will never pass the test,
it’s better to be kind”

Thank you for reading my poem.

Premium Member From Different Skies

Started Writing on July 23, 2024
Finished writing on Oct. 29, 2024

They grew up in different parts of the sky.
A chance meeting changed each of their lives.

Each flying as part of their flock,
They bumped each other when avoiding a rock.

They chirped at each other and wanted to be
The other’s love for eternity.

They would never be together in the world as it was.
They would need to be sneaky about their true love.

Their flocks did not know of their love - so divine.
They would sneak away after chirping well-crafted lies.

And then one day against Mother Nature’s plans
They flew away for good and "took a stand." 

Soon a baby bird chirped in their nest
A baby bird quite unlike the rest.

Unlike Romeo and Juliet, suicide was not part of the plan
And the new bird family soon grew into a clan.

Only Once

Darkness laid around us like a blanket
Consuming us in its womb
She was crying
I was quiet

Crickets chirped softly in the distance

Her face was buried in my chest
She was shaking like a small child
I felt numb
She was sorry

The moon looked down upon us

I thought it would be different
I thought I would be empowered
She thought it would be different
She thought she would be free

I rolled her softly over
I sat up to view the night
She curled up in a ball
Still wriggling with remorse

Patting her on the shoulder
I lit a cigarette

Premium Member The Bright Lights

The Bright Lights

Her hair is snow-white, 
but it was not always so. 
It was black, like the night. 
It was deep in color, 
near as dark as shadow, 
but not that of the moon...
facing out. 

She was warm, but now cold. 
That happens when you die. 
I would get upon my knees, 
if it would make a difference. 
I tried to avoid it, 
I yelled and screamed. 
I did not want to be forgiven, 
for killing anyone. 
But, I know...
I have been. 
Now. 

But then. 
It was different. 
The world was full of crickets, 
that chirped as the gun in my hand, 
exploded in power...
shifting the weight of bullets 
from the chamber, to the air. 
The mark dying somewhere,
in the distance. 
Enemy yes, 
but still alive, 
and then dead.  

Did I save lives...
I have to believe, 
or the insanity of my cause, 
will wrap itself in evil. 
No. 
I know surely now, 
that He was always with me. 
I did, what was necessary. 
I did what was important. 
It is now I must learn, 
to re-live my life, 
to be passed the point, 
the world says...
is okay. 

To reconcile that all have sinned, 
in the name of something, 
not acceptable to the soul. 
Not that there is a wrong, 
but a right...
made from being saved. 
Re-born to a new life. 

My love lay still, 
and I move now alone. 
Lost not among the strangers of the world, 
but taken close to the hearts of angels, 
that few would see. 
They have led me since you went home. 
I pray to follow soon. 
I have a reason to get up, 
and cross the room, 
to pick up your bible, 
and open it. 

Days are long and I am tired. 
Exhausted mostly. 
But my body is ending, 
and my soul has been reborn. 
As I have sung it many times.
I am ready to fly...
with angels, 
and see your face again. 
I know it will be there, 
as I am sure, 
you are among the flowers, 
in the garden of forever, 
it is where He keeps...
the most beautiful
roses.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Aura of Dusk

Sweet scent of magnolia permeated the air
on the cusp of a balmy summer gloaming
Myriads of stars would soon gleam above
My garden was already dappled with light
awash in the luminance of tiny fireflies

Diminutive lanterns had taken wing
in search of a mate or to feast on prey
Dancing in circles while crickets chirped
Not syncopated in rhythm, but all the same...
I was enchanted with their golden glow

Flickering sprites, mystical fairy creatures
They lingered long after the moon had risen
I dared not move in fear of chasing them away
No lidded prison would hold Nature's treasures
flitting in my garden in the aura of dusk
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

A Sky Painted In Silence

 not a single bird chirped in trees
nor did the winds whisper to me
clouds passed by with no refrain
twilight's sky but a noiseless sea

no crickets to announce eventide
nor did waves crash on the beach
the stars spoke not a single word
tho it seemed they were in reach

bleak hues of black existed there
in the voiceless world's reticence
once you left you took my sound
leaving me
a
sky
painted
with
silence

Avian Request

A chickadee flew up to me
And chirped out a request -
Please fill the backyard feeder
‘Fore I head back to my nest.

I had indeed put out some feed
But clearly not enough,
So other birds had polished off
The nuts and fruits and stuff.

I would have bet I’d never get
A message that’s been tweeted,
But I complied, for even birds
Get angry feeling cheated.

Perfect

If sunlight always beat darkness,
and good always triumpheted over sin.

If happiness glazed every frown,
and when it comes to fights the hero always wins.

If every apple was round,
and white purified black.

If people were never poor,
and in jobs nobody slacked.

If the birds sang every morning,
and at night crickets perfectly chirped away.

If everyone achieved 100's,
and clothes never frayed.

If people never fought,
and money grew on trees.

If dogs never bit,
and the sting was not on the bees.

If every human was healthy,
and friendship lasts forever.

If time would move as fast as you please,
and nobody ever said never.

If your hair always looked perfect,
and all of these things were true,
Then I guess you could say, that life would be perfect too.

Premium Member The Picnic Affair

In a glen where the mushrooms glow soft blue,
Lived a critter who loved to change his view.
A pooka by name, with a golden eye,
He’d start as a hare, and then—why not?—fly!

Poof! went the tail as it turned to a feather,
Changing his suit to suit the weather.
“Too sunny for fur!” he chirped with a grin,
And turned to a dolphin to jump right in—
Wait, that was a pond, just a small muddy puddle,
So he turned into a frog on a sunny-day muddle.

He popped out of the mud as a bright orange fox,
Then turned to a moss-covered, sleeping grey rock.
He tickled the badger, he startled the deer,
Whispering jokes in their unsuspecting ear.

Then off he went dancing, a shaggy old hound,
Before shifting back to his own silly sound.
With a mischievous giggle and a spark in his eye,
He’ll be something new when the moon hits the sky.

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