Best Chirping Poems
Like the pompous pied piper leading the way,
chirping his tune of a dawning new day,
frustrations were championed, oh how we followed,
the ego stuffed shirt of a suit cold and hollow.
From the top of the hill, he showed us the view,
convincing our eyes it was harshly askew.
Nearing the cliffs as if caught in a spell,
he fed us like lambs from his poisonous well.
Touting sweet taste of his truth well embittered,
ignoring the signs of nonsensical twitter,
rot with the smell of the nations decay,
we drank from his cup of a water so gray.
Watching and waiting for gifts of his gruel,
the masses assured we were not made a fool,
his promise of greatness was all we could see,
with great expectations of how it would be.
There's no turning back once we swore the man in,
believing bright futures were soon to begin,
blinding frustration gave evil its day
for the pompous pied piper to lead us astray.
He led us to thinking, all driven by fear,
then gave his directives so cryptically clear,
stripping the values by which we would stand
before the American dream had been banned.
Addicted to all the attention and glory,
swiftly he moved to remain the top story,
insisting on walls made of concrete and steel
built by the anger and hate we should feel.
Then some were shaken, disrupting his spell
and found he was stealing our Liberty Bell.
The fog began lifting and soon we would see
the piper exposed as the fraud he would be.
Time has a way, proven over again,
of playing its imminent part.
The shedding of light upon every mans soul,
exposing his darkness of heart.
No longer seduced by the piping we hear,
choosing to see through the veil,
Democracy once again fights to survive,
let us all pray we prevail!
-Jeannie Cronin
Categories:
chirping, america, change, corruption, death,
Form:
Rhyme
grievous becomes feels
every time hear shouting heart squalling
about his broken beauty of nature
mountain and valley whimpering
because of slovenliness
humankind hunt living needs
and forget his beauty of natural
i fear for
loss of morn’s chirping
beautiful song from my sweet birds
I seldom heard them all
maybe you confused
where should you step your feet
might you fret
saw your shade trees broken
shattered growled
sick of your heart
was so heartfelt
perhaps i worried
to lose your beautiful chirping
you need the trees
beautiful environtment
you need to shade
and i need your beautiful chirping
no more fella
you pickaback
with fret the woody stem
to the city
to the country
it is the ideal places
for my birds to sing
yearning always
where is your chirping
(c)Sukmawati komala
16 February 2013
Categories:
chirping, natural disasters, nature, tree,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Flying, jumping from this bough to the bough
Chirping sharp, calling the friends over slough
The foggy smokes are walking away slowly
For the adult winter the rising sun is mossy
The sparrow couple is sipping from bean flowers
Over the plums there are dancing the warblers
Twittering songs enchant the pink rosy fragrance
With flapping wings the butterflies on buds trance
Thru the window glass the sunny ray is peeping
One cup of espresso is fixing my eyes to the link
To natural canvas my darling becomes obsessive
With these pleasure my soul in poetic verse trip
Nature is ever alive; nature is divine, true beauty
Where the chirping birds is the music of divinity
February 06, 2023
A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
chirping, bird, nature,
Form:
Free verse
“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird
Robins, wrens, sparrows,
quivering, yet silent, still
on limbs and branches, boughs,
heavy with rustling leaves,
their feathers brilliantly flaunted,
in cloaks of crimson, indigo and lemony yellow,
creating music with arms, soft wings
singing to the shattered trees,
in altos, sopranos and gentle tenors,
laughing, chattering, chortling,
teaching the skies their cozy songs…
wrestling with the crisp of winter,
hesitating on the melody,
alive… more alive than the breathless winds,
shivering through the oaks and pines,
washing away all the sun’s spun wishes,
singing light on the ridges,
murmuring joy and peace and love,
in angelic voices, lifted in praise,
silencing the grief, the pain, the heartbreaking
in the distance,
the heart breaking, like a whisper…
birdsong, bird’s song,
alive and warm, in tones of hope,
poured out like the sun,
gentle and fond,
adoring, worshipful,
rising to the skies, tender
falling over the promises, the fanciful
reflections of a love,
who is peaceful like the dove,
bird’s reassuring, in hues, all colors,
rising and susurrant,…
praising, praying, promising
forever spun on gold threads of light,
softly falling on shadows,
restoring the life, resurrecting
insights, inspiring, imaginations,
alive… so alive, the bird’s sing
and, while the night, so silent,
presses in on the soul,…
we are remembering the call of hope,
peaceful and praising, every praising,
like the wind through the trees,
the singsong breeze,
each bird trembles with the need,
to please, simply please,
singing to the One who erases the dark,
fills the heart and silences the shame,
as the heart continues to pray,
and praise, oh, how they praise,
singing like the love who stirs life,
inside each story,
inspires love that is ever worthy.
Categories:
chirping, animal, bird, hope, joy,
Form:
Ode
a chirping cricket
suddenly stops...
smell of rain
© 2011 kashinath karmakar
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Placement: 3rd; (Nov. 2011)
Contest:Your Choice any form/theme (16 lines max.)
Sponsor:Brian Strand
By:kashinath karmakar
Categories:
chirping, nature,
Form:
Haiku
One misty evening my Muse flew away,
Soon he was hidden in decay;
In the deep forest the wind was moaning,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
And so, I left my sweet dream to follow,
I will search every tomorrow;
The branches of trees were softly groaning,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
But soon the creeping vines had me entwined,
Those forest echoes in my mind;
A melody went on and on floating,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
It became quite clear that I was tangled,
I tried to scream but was strangled;
And in a stream near a frog was croaking,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
Muse, Muse I cried, don't hide in shadows,
My voice mingled with the echoes;
On my very soul, whispers were stroking,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
Then Muse wrapped his arms around me,
I am within, my dear, don't you see;
Now the echo flowing is my writing,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
_________________________
December 10, 2012
Kyriele/"'O, the echo of birds chirping""
Copyright Protected, ID 734052
Late June Standard
Brian Strand
Third Place
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Screwed X
Rob Carmack
Fourth Place
Categories:
chirping, dream, inspiration, lost, muse,
Form:
Kyrielle
Birds chirping in the trees
Singing of peace and serenity
Like the ocean breeze
Soothing and cooling to the skin
Sun kissed tanning
A bronze color that gleams
Gleams like the sun rays
Hi lights on a page
The importance of its meaning
Note taking, studying
Searching deeper to comprehend
Fallen leaves in Autumn
Deeply rooted beginning with a seed
Using the process of eliminating
New leaves rearranging
New melodies becoming a different arrangement
To listen is to learn, To learn is to listen
Tunes in a Birds Chirping
Categories:
chirping, bird, growth, nature, peace,
Form:
When the chilly wind starts blowing from the North,
I don't curse the wind,
But lovingly admire the birds and their
merry chirping for the last time this year,
And locate my most preferred shawl!
The birds are not cruel, they are not abandoning me for ever,
They promise to return next summer,
I just have to be patient, and uncomplaining, and tolerant!
I watch stoically the last batch of Red Roses wither.
Appreciatively I cut and pick up the last few green veggies
from the tiny patch in the corner of my garden,
Rake yellow leaves from the backyard with tender hands
when the ground gets covered,
And welcome and admire the sweet smell of Fall's
Pleasant, gentle, entrancing air!
With a priceless Kashmiri shawl wrapped around me!
Oh, those exotic shawls from the heavenly place they came from,
A place overlooking unforgettable serene Dal Lake
where sikaras float causing tiny circular ripples in the tranquil water,
And the Mughal Gardens harbouring exotic Chinar with pointed leaves!
Irreplaceable by any memory!
Surrounded by Olympian mountains, one magical valley on Earth,
I may not ever return!
In my garden, the calm willow, the playful crab apple, the majestic rose - stand
In silent prayer!
Categories:
chirping, autumn, garden, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Brother and sister crickets please recognize grasshoppers,
katydids, and locusts as part of well schooled, politely
ordered named league known as Orthoptera, (pronounced
or th hop tara), which means 'straight wings'), and make
sounds of music for listening pleasure of females.
This method producing shrill tones (generating different songs
for various occasions) occurs by rubbing legs, wings
or other body parts together. Scientists studying
these special insects refer to WhatsApp vibrating,
uber Twittering, and Reddit Shutter flying process as stridulating.
The phonetic simplified syllables uttered as – s try jewel late ting.
Twangy Shap chatting, Kindled Insta gramming, and humming
readiness for hopscotching, skipping to ma Lou. Kickstarter
Hashtag motive (resonates Soundcloud), whereat
musicians meant as swan song. Yelping Joyus Live Pinterest
ting bings trigger warbling created by crimping wings
along teeth at bottom of other wing. A entire playlist
(tunes available for many occasions) only Linkedin to male ensemble.
Categories:
chirping, allegory, appreciation, creation, dedication,
Form:
Light Verse
The sun shines on this day
Cold and frost bitten my dismay
Ice crystals hang in the air
Snow flakes gathering in your hair.
Birds fly in the bitter cold
Small things being so bold
Singing to brighten my day
Throwing a bit of happiness my way.
1/31/13
Categories:
chirping, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
Chirping, tiny voices
Uplifted toward the skies
Small and fragile
Yet filled with a strength
Only heaven can give
With the gift of grace
As they sing and praise
Chirping, little voices
Singing joyfully, bright
As the hues that make up
Feathered coats, hopes
For the moment
When they leave the nest
Fly fast and free,
On a endless quest
For life’s sweet dream
Chirping, charming
With chirps of happiness
Poured out from beaks
Who are near the moment
Of release, sweet dream
They will rise to the skies
Leaving their mother’s nest
To find lives, settle
For no less than the best
Chirping, singing, crooning
A never ending song
Of prayer and praise
Warbling lyrics of grace
Awakening hearts and souls
To the whispers of delight
Found in those who see
Freedom bring
These beautiful creatures
To the skies, flying…
Flying, flying, flying
Through the heights
Of God’s breathtaking skies
As they take to the skies…
Their lives remind
God always supplies
He is the provider for birds
And those who know Him
Will always be heard
As they fly through this life
Flight Two Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 11, 2022
Categories:
chirping, appreciation, bird, god, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous." Aristotle
Sweet
Singing
Chirping bird,
Chant notes with grace,
Whistle blissful tunes,
Whisper those short high cheeps,
Twitter those thin tender tweets,
Twist my moments of silent tears
Cover other notes so duff and dull
Coz someday, boys and girls might sing your voice.
Categories:
chirping, bird, nature,
Form:
Etheree
Being blindfolded
She extends her hearing there
A bird chirps along
Russell Sivey
Categories:
chirping, animal, life, woman,
Form:
Senryu
Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up
with poetic shampoo
so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When You Wish Upon a Star goo
whee lyrics aside...), particularly
following feedback haint "FAKE,"
just like this tattoo
on each posterior cheek
helping move doo doo
i.e. private business,
anyway pardon loo
pee wordplay, now lemme continue
though ye would would
much prefer I bid thee adieu,
ham back from the house of Pooh
ready with toilet trees
to vend off voodoo
intending to remain forthright to
finish explaining courtesy
regarding resultant google Moo
choe reputable homepage
search query... hallooo
thankfully helped rescue
me bogged down in Waterloo
curious about... any clue?
Yepper, what sound
do crickets make?
plus other esoteric tidbits to slake
thirst for aspiring entomologist
(may even know gossip where ache
key breaky hearts quake
'bout Josh and Drake)
yielded plethora web newpages
mainly concerning former,
whereat bottom cricket
wing covered teeth-
like ridges make
rough surface, and upper surface
of infinitesimal gliding anatomical feature
functions like scraper, hence rubbing
respective parts together doth create
chirping (“stridulating") soundcloud.
Categories:
chirping, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Visited a psychiatrist, proved to be a strain
She apologized, she couldn't find my brain
Told her to keep searching
I can hear some chirping
Also noticed the chirping was extremely profane
Categories:
chirping, silly,
Form:
Limerick