Best Chirrup Poems

 
Oh, the forest whispers to me,
as stained leaves on the ground crinkle;
and birds chirp and trill in a tree,
but too soon those leaves will wrinkle.

As I walk the wind groans and moans,
oh, the forest whispers to me;
soon the branches will be bare bones,
the crows...

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we wake up at the crack of dawn
to view the gold sun rise
it’s a glorious sunny morn

let’s wander over verdant hills
crossing the patchwork fields
of vibrant xanthic daffodils

and watch them dance on zephyr breeze 
their golden trumpets sound
as blackbirds chirrup in the trees

after a hike we’ll...

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A trickle of water,
A sound of peace,
The stream flies by,
Gallons at a time,
Through the near-silent dark,
The sun is almost at rest,
The moon but a crescent,
Shades of purple,
Shining across the fields,
The ice is slick,
As the temperature drops,
Crickets begin to chirrup,
The bird's song is no more,
The sky...

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Nature beckons me with its charm ~ 

trees waving in the wind

wish me good morning from their farm;

birds chirrup, their music plays on,

young ones squeak in response,

I love hearing these sounds at dawn;

honeybees, butterflies float by,

busy waking flowers,

I watch them with a content sigh,

buds open...

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Come, my love, let's unfetter and glide high, 
Your hues leave me breathless, to feel your breath I long;
My dreamy dotted wings, with you, yearns to fly, 
And to chirrup in tune with your lilting love song. 

Your hues leave me breathless, to feel your...

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 Twinkle, twinkle little tweets
In the trees, not treading streets
Just one chirp, from each true bird
Each dawning day, thus feathers stirred
Twinkle, twinkle little tweets
Faithfully, the morning greets

Twinkle, twinkle, under sky
From loft branch, trills flutter-fly
Bright heralds do bring choice cheer
Expectation to my ear
Twinkle, twinkle, under sky
As...

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how slowly fade the softest sounds
when tiny footsteps touch secret pathways
pattering there in the dreaming wilderness
as small birds perch and brightly flicker
winning haven to haven shy among the leaves
still fresh with rain as they chatter and chirrup
seeming wingless they endear the mystic tide
while young ears...

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Beautiful Eos, goddess of dawn
Cursed to love a man like me.
How could I not be drawn
To your luminous beauty?

So I, Tithonus, Prince of Troy,
Plucked the fruit from heaven's sky.
A mortal man who would enjoy
Heaven's bliss with Dawn to lie.

My only love, I did beseech
Grant this...

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one drowsy day’s afternoon 
by a pond where green leafy reeds swaying in a breeze 
the sun enjoys a nap enveloped in a halo, the own glory
 
on the gentle weaves 
a water strider gliding on the water with his long legs;
on a reed leaf...

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I do not waltz, betwixt this sound,
I cannot descry, your whispered amulet,
Hexed by silence, still I hear your lament,
as other birds chirrup, they too can imagine,
along these osculate words...

I try, to listen to the bells, sedulous nihility,
I want Mozart in my mind, I yell, demused,...

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Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!

The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green...

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A series of cheeping notes 
followed by chatter calls 
welcoming a sunny spring morning 

In the afternoon, the sky turns black
twilight of sun orange shades
heavy hail falling from the heaven
winds screaming in its gale force

Quivering feathers, wet and drenched
blanketing a monotonous chirrup
finding shelter under leaves...

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Brahma III

The frivolous life lives vainly 
looking at a phantom, chasing after illusion;
men accuse one another thinking their life is real,
fight each other thinking they are existing. Today as well,
I wander in the valley of maya(1) upholding a banner of avidya.(2)

When I see blooms 
dance...

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a dewdrop from a wandering bead
born in somewhere deep and deep in valley
asking the reason why he has to be born 

dyed blue
in a moon
light

and thinking of the meaning of life
looking up at the countless stars
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Watching Birds In The Garden 


     Watching birds in the garden
                    amidst of mundane
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