Best Chirping Poems

Hourglass

Sand falls
Through the glass
Love falls
Within the past
Memories dance
They never last
Head in my hands
As I stare overhead
At the hourglass


Falling Down Stairs

Stairs broken
Wheels unspoken
I fell
Grasping for air
Are...

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Apple cheeked autumn eyes bashful skies, as

Yellow frocked summer says her goodbyes to fragrant
Earth's seeded spring, to wild bouquets
Arranged by careless care, for the
Roses and...

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The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All...

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It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face,...

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the solitude
the silence
silence of a bee in the forest
silence of the leaves
leaves on majestic trees
leaves my soul quivering 
quivering treasures
quivering happiness and joy 
joy...

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Each day dawns laden with secrets.

The morning dews are crystal balls, 
each holding a secret trailer of 
a fragment of day.    

The...

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A softer breeze blows his way
And a sunny day shines everywhere
Painting the sky blue and grey. 

But those hues are not for him,
For him it's...

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Standing in the heart of this city
in awe of spectacular lights illuminating tall buildings.
Millions of strangers rush to and fro.
Who would've thought I would be...

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Dewdrops cling onto blades of grass
like sparkling drops of liquid glass.
And as the songbirds sweetly sing
onto blades of grass, dewdrops cling.

With wondrous wings, butterflies fly,
like...

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Muted evidence proclaimed the subtle oddities of night
   Lunar time should have reached the zenith of its height

No chirping crickets were heard, nor...

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Hope blooms
in April when
amethyst flowerets
appear like magic on my trees.
I hear chirping and catch a glimpse of birds
gathering small sticks for new nests.
Delight perfumes the...

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Mama says this is where 
  I was born on a stormy night
    the benignant horn was where
   ...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Constance La France, using some of her poem titles. This is, again,  inspired by...

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Verdant prairies, lush foothills,
Yellow tulips, golden daffodils,
Waltzing with magnolia’s zeal
Flamboyant in spring’s appeal.

Thundering showers, mirthful bees,
Burbling rivers, roaring seas,
Birds chirping, roaming carefree,
Buoyant, reveling summer’s glee.

Autumn...

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Shush...Did You Hear That?

Listen to
The raindrops falling
Let us cry…
Wash away
Life’s bitter, stinging pain and
Take away its stain.

Listen to
The ocean splashing
Let us laugh…
Lift our hearts
With cool,...

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