Best Hummingbird Poems
I
An ode to the courageous hummingbird
The tiniest bird, but bravest of all
He flits about without saying a word,
When most unexpected he comes to call
Fluttering gossamer wings rapidly,
He graces the feeder in an instant
While hovering in usual fashion,
His colorful feathers preened nattily
The ruby at his throat most dominant
--Epitome of avian passion.
II
His coat glistens with iridescent hues
Most easily seen in the bright sunlight
He’s glaring at me from his fleeting views,
Interrupting his bold, erratic flight
I look back at him with determined poise
Enraptured by his slow backward retreat
With rare aplomb think him taken aback,
I hear his delightful low humming noise
As he refuses to admit defeat,
Comes quickly to my face, spiraling back.
III
Oh, sweet little fellow so loved and prized
Topic of bird-lovers conversation
Yet when you appear, I am so surprised
Enamored with your gay presentation,
Wanting to hold you to my gentle breast
To say I have made you my little friend
Your colorful beauty so astounds me,
So far surpassing Mother Nature’s best
Lovelier shades always make up your blend
Love you, hummingbird, my pleasure to see.
[NATURE]
Submitted to: "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
June 15, 2022
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written April 28, 2022
Syllables check with HMS
written for "O Form - Ode - New Poems - Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Constance La France
#4 on BEST NEW POEMS LIST
Poetry Soup
May 27, 2022
Still, I wait.
Alone, In silence.
Listening for your whispering wings,
hoping I will hear them sing.
At last you motor past,
and briefly pause-
checking to see that you are safe,
rapidly fanning the ambience,
filling the surround with vortices
that suspend you statuesque,
without a fainéant feather.
I know you see me,
those dark eyes opened wide,
never blink.
Yet, you are unafraid.
Or, maybe hunger rules your reason,
checking flowers of the season.
You hover slightly back,
and then decide
to probe the flower for what’s inside.
Sweet nectar…Elixir of life.
You lap a little as hummingbirds do,
and then you stab another two.
Then, purr closely past my face,
Darting to another place
having had your tiny taste.
Now retire to who knows where.
A bird must have a nest somewhere.
You’ve earned a respite for your wing.
Next time, maybe, will you sing?
A silky-spun weave captures my attention
with its soft circular radiance
reflecting rainbows;
its fixed yet floating form
plays in sways of dappled sun,
appearing, then disappearing
as it is caught and released
by lighthearted fingers of light..
filigree beauty of the vacant web
captures my smile.
Amidst the ample weave
and supple spill of trellis green,
fruitful with a passion-palette
of June's nectar trumpets -
sprightly iridescence with a lusty hum
zips then hovers then zips again -
vying to capture my attention
with its flashy
flash...
nectar of my spirit healed with joy
my smile lasts an eternity.
Roaming among a sea of stars,
like a feather adrift in the breeze,
I wandered into kismet's bazaar.
From all the exotic scents and colours,
I became hypnotised by your guise.
Gazing into your reverie eyes,
you blushed like a lilac sunset.
Our souls reflected like bismuth crystals,
as hues shimmered upon forgotten lips.
I desired to decorate your sultry sighs
in a garland of holy petals,
showering you in a fountain of confetti,
creating a trail of opulent pastels.
Yet, all shades fade away,
as so much that is precious
is stolen or lost forever,
so with this porcelain heart,
where in between every beat,
the tip of my tongue calls your name,
I will adore you from a distance -
for I am just a hummingbird
in your horizon.
Simple Musing
Hummingbird, hummingbird
what's your hurry?
Darting quickly through the air
I can scarcely
see you coming
In an instant you are there
Of God's creatures
on the wing
in the day or dark of night
None so perfectly
maneuver
You are matchless in your flight
Through time and space
as if by magic
how abruptly you arrive
I try to keep my eyes
upon you
as you soar and quickly dive
With the butterfly and moth
and other insects
great and small
Among the flowers
do you hover
drawn by scent of nectar's call
How I love to
sit and watch you
as you travel to and fro
You have struck
a chord within me
and I dearly love you so
Hummingbird, hummingbird
I await you
as the first light signals dawn
I can scarcely
see you coming
In an instant you are gone
The attention span of a hummingbird
She plays the part of the buffoon
With stale trite corny jokes
And mindless ramblings of a simpleton
She plays the lunatic
Filling my head with rubbish
Not a spark or inkling
That silence is meant to be
Appreciated and treasured
She spews out her platitudes
One after the other
Just mindless chatter
Shared indiscriminately
Unabashed and shamelessly
Endlessly going about
Littering perfect silences
But she is pretty
AP: 2nd place 2020
Heddy, the eight-year-old hummingbird queen.
Often hiding out, rarely fully seen
Loves her hummingbirds more than the human race.
Her messy golden amber curls, rarely in place.
Her hazel eyes, giant orbs, that see more than they should.
She protects her hummingbirds as only a good mother would.
She is their go-to-place, their refuge from the ugliness in the world.
They love this angel, with her wild hair never fully curled.
Heddy, the eight-year-old hummingbird queen
Readily feels a human person's mean.
Has lips of the lightest pink, full of purity.
Being among hummingbirds, is her security.
She gives them wonderment, she gives them hope.
She is their rock, their heroine, their uphill slope.
Hummingbirds are flocking in now from forest and sea.
Being with her is where they all want to be!
the flutter of little wings
pulsating in a windless dusk
as i watch the setting sun
glissade across the florid sky
its cerise glow reflecting prismatic
burst of colors on this little bird
as it sips the last of nectar
before darkness arises
my thoughts drifting
into night's allure
as the full moon rises
above tangerine tipped trees
the last fades of day
flushed against obsidian skies
my memories linger autumn-like
falling like the mist of night
my thoughts weigh heavy in this air
i struggle to breathe within remembrance
of your wingless flight that august night
i lose myself within the expansion of time
as day fades off like life in the raven of night
August 8, 2019
Tiny
Trochilidae
Beauty.
Long beak,
Sucking nectar
You seek.
Rare sight,
Humming softly
Delight.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.27.2014
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
2nd
I Am a Humming Bird
So small I am, a wonder of the skies,
With wings of breathless speed, I gently land
Upon bright blossoms where I find the prize
That offers me my sustenance as planned.
Oh, sweetest nectar, joys of life I find,
Among the fields in bushes, plants, and trees,
In opened buds is happiness confined
To be extracted with my expertise.
I, hummingbird, so small in the grand scheme,
Do make my mark in nature’s simple ways,
To use my energy, fulfill my dream
And capture joy—with nectar live my days.
Among Earth’s sweetest blooms I am complete
Where nature offers gifts of nectar sweet.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Picture Yourself As A Bird
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 05/23/2015
Hummingbird – Meaning: Joy, Nectar of Life
"The Hummingbird Cake"
The day started bright -
Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against
Electric Blue
crackling along her lips
like Lightening
Sizzled on
her bitumen
her mind
winked at you...
Splits two
into one
not three
Taken slowly
deliberately
cake digested
swallowed like swallows
nibbling freely on air
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm
stairs to you she stares
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle
shaken and caste
on a playing board
pure white
not black
She,
Third person,
always Third person,
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the
words you have put on
and slowly worn warm
Revisits in her evening
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer
Blueberries and
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws
The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers,
reckless kisses and an unplanned
Storm;
A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread
In dreams while you watched
a movie in bed
Spoken to you
through
mind cerebral
not Reality read
Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips
that silently bled Red
Words
Meanings
Life
Read
Red
Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.
Australiana
Fed.
Sleep,
Bed.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI
"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics
Oh, to be a hummingbird,
hovering near your flower
to float above your petals
for hour, upon hour
To taste your wondrous nectar
as I feel the morning dew,
to drink in all the mysteries,
the mysteries of you
Not too long ago, and being so small,
I knew of my purpose nothing at all.
~ Oh, sweet little bud, how I yearned to be fed,
Abiding long days, hoping petals would spread.
As cotton clouds cried and moistened my space,
I bloomed forth in glory, sun warming my face!
~ One illustrious morn, as my rounds had begun,
Your petals yawned tenderly, kissed by the sun.
A beautiful bird with fast-flapping wings
Is nourished by me; oh, how my heart sings!
~ Now, dear one, don't fear me, as gently, I spin,
For precious, the nectar, that sweetens within.
The reason my sisters and I sprang from earth -
Sweet-scented and pink - I now KNOW! I have worth!
~ Each sunrise we'll greet with harmonious song,
Serenading the day ... until shadows grow long!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Duets: I Shall Collaborate With You" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor. Written by Andrea Dietrich, (the flower, left side), and Gregory R Barden, (the hummingbird, right side).
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Collaboration - Grab A Writing Partner" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
hummingbirds air float
helicopters learned hover ...
wee ones rose man's perch
I went to my dreamy dream to find my poetic muse,
and he appeared in the form of a glittering hummingbird;
with brilliant iridescent metallic green plumage and,
he sang me a love song warbling with sugar nectar dripping;
and he beat his tiny wings and hovering kissed my lips.
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April 19, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Hummingbird Muse
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1135-984-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the April 2019, Premiere 7, Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place