Best Goldfinch Poems
eager goldfinch
gather at my birdfeeder
~ a family feast
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
POTD September 1, 2025
male goldfinch eats seeds
free for him at the feeder...
summer's mate dines last
On cleared and cultivated land,
exotic weeds and thistle stand,
whose seed is sought in great demand,
so farmers gain a helping hand.
This alien now does belong;
common is this bird’s distinctive song.
Spring courtship and a breeding throng;
autumn flocks keep bonding strong.
A buffy wash midst shades of brown,
and red-faced with a blackened crown,
gold bars on wings; prefer a town,
Goldfinches never let us down.
plumed gems
flit and flutter
from whitest Queen Anne's Lace
To purple thistledown roadside
treasure
Goldfinch pair visit
birdbath seeking cool water....
water way too deep
male Goldfinch inches
down Willow Tree limb to bath...
fear enters halts plan
male Nuthatcher drinks
water from swallow birdbath...
Goldfinch pair learn fast
goldfinch flits, quizzically looks, weeping willow, maximillian sunflower gone
the yellow Goldfinch
it's feathers brighten the yard
relief in darkness
Heidi Sands
6/11/22
a goldfinch feather —
the black and yellow foundling
carried by the wind
plucked from a waning winglet
lad grips flight in his fingers
3/20/2021
Golden brooch on a red silk robe
The goldfinch sits in a rose meadow
In the shamrock, azure, carmine land
She comes to mourn a loved one’s death
Amid beauty of the peerless form
A dreadful dead march is sung.
Meanwhile, the rose bud grows into bloom
The twilight sky is an ever-changing hue.
19th April 2023
Contest: Rose Meadow
Sponsor: Julia Ward
I was trudging home around one o' clock
and on the frosted grass, I spotted
a goldfinch shivering and slowly warbling:
he had strayed from his nest and couldn't find
his way back home, I breathed on him and took
him inside and suddenly he stopped moaning.
The trembling goldfinch with pretty sea-blue eyes
looked at me tenderly ant that was his way of saying,
" Thank you "; I patted him with tenderness,
but he thought I would put him in a cage in the next room
where my last bird escaped gaining his freedom;
I whispered to him," This is your home, not your prison!"
The response of the goldfinch was a delightful chirping
he started to flap around without any rule or restriction...
and yet he was feeling sad and lonely like an Adam
without an Eve and desperately needed a companion.
" Spring is only two weeks away and you'll find
your sweetheart again waiting for you outside! "
His joy was overwhelming and he started flying around...
he was fine, his pain went away restoring his lost pride.
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Visitor chirps in the garden at daybreak.
Beautiful bird hanging upside down to feed;
pecking at thistle seeds on a bird feeder....
the charming goldfinch
Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 02/15/2021
Optimistic American goldfinch
Perched on the end of the branch
Enjoying a bit of loving rain
Glad the skies finally gave him the bath he needed
Things are looking up
Gravely digging the grave digger digs
holes for souls; waste pits plotted
earth soils clogging
Collections of bones for storage and mind
Disposal in disguise
Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are left
in place of death; laying spent, shrivelled
dishevelled, colours still abright
I wasn't going to dig a hole so I left it
where it lay; no-one will dig for its soul
No grave digger digs such a small pit
No respect, no clogging, no digging
Instead the finches are left
along with the Linnet, the Thrush, the Owl
and the Crow; destined to be sucked back
into nature's cauldron
to go wherever birds go
Plumed gems
flit and flutter
from whitest Queen Anne's Lace
to purple thistledown; roadside
attraction.
buds of golden rod
wildness in nebraska
goldfinch lands lightly