Best Lovebird Poems
Do not come to my grave and cry,
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high,
The bird that sings
That calms your mind.
Do not come to my grave and cry,
You are not alone,
I am by your side.
Never far, always near,
To wipe away that salty tear.
Do not come to my grave and cry,
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high,
The bird that sings,
The whisper in the wind;
That calms your mind.
Beautiful lovebird
speaks the language of love to
colorful parrot
So they just sat there,
pretending that the silence was the result of their search for an answer.
He probably knew for sure, but
she could only try to know.
A fat bird flew down from out of nowhere, and tried to force its head into a tiny hole in the
ground.
When the bird finally flew away,
they were back to just sitting there,pretending.
Even when the lion came and ate the boys arms;
and when the snake spat into her eyes and instantly blinded her,
all he did, was use his voice to see what she could not,
and all she did was use her heart to feel what his hands could not.
They just sat there.
To rest awhile
In my Moondust’s arms
In a meadow of flowers
A shady tree
Watching her smile
I wove star flowers
In to her hair
She wove me into her heart
Never such love, so rare
Could be
In a meadow of flowers
We talked and sang
Until the sun set low
Fires lit, in reds and golds
Of loves’ glow
We slept
In blue wool
and silver stars
Amongst its’ folds
The first bird called to me
I looked up
Saw the first morning star
Shining steadily
Across the meadow
Above the trees
The early light
Caught the flash
Of the birds’ wing in flight
I woke my Moondust
Across the meadow
Is the way
The bird showed me
In its’ flight
Guiding us today
We walked through
The flowers of the meadow
Moondusts’ horse followed behind
In that early sunglow
The rush of water could be heard from afar
The meadow ended too soon
The stream could be soon
Upon it…..
The Bridge of the Morning Star
Of ancient oak tree
Carved with magical hands
Its’ trusses carved with birds
On each rail, silver stars were inlaid
A beautiful canopy of redwood
Completed this crossing
Carved on it, ancient words
“The Morning Star”
The bridge
of The Morning Star
As soon as the sun rose
Like The Morning Star
The bridge faded too
In the coming of daylight
looking for our place on the line of like or love
emotions soaring in the sky like a lost dove
the one lonely bird just trying to make its way
the little bird just needs one friend to make it stay
having this companion is more than enough
but one without the other, and life gets tough
two doves on the line of love, trying to get through
when all the one wanted to say, was i love you too
I sit in this room
The room in which I live.
I sit here and wonder.
Why I even live.
My room is a mess.
That's how I feel inside.
I'm so lost now.
I only want to hide.
I look out the window.
There's not much else to do.
I see a bird that's raven black
And then I think of you.
The bird flies away.
I doubt he'll be back.
You're just like that bird.
You're never coming back.
This room is where I hate.
It's where I feel my pain.
It's where I hate myself
And wonder if I'm sane.
I look out the window.
I see a bird again.
A bird that's raven black.
Here I go again.
Just like those birds
There'll be many guys.
Each one is different.
Aside from all there lies.
And just like the birds.
I'll see them for a while.
But then they fly away
Forever from my eyes.
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
It is now I write for you;
I wonder where you are.
We see the sun,
We see the moon;
I've seen shooting stars.
Share with me your tender kiss;
Steadfast hold your love.
Be more than a simple wish;
Let our moment come.
Be my love, my Adelaide,
If I should love at all.
Bid the sun,
To rise again,
When in love we fall.
Solitude
A crested lark takes flight to the window,
Its façade, the simplest grace and flick of the wrist,
Upon the piano, in a pirouette of feeling,
Its symbol, the imperial freedom of flight.
It wears a rosette, bound fast in its beak,
And I rise from the single room storehouse,
The bold, arulean flame of a phoenix caged.
And it rises in the yard, the slumber shaken from its eyes,
And I run, the phoenix in an arulean flame of
a destined love
And its imperial freedom, sears my eyes, the rhythm revived,
And I am living, once again, a caged bird freed.
The bird that has lay in wait two years,
During and after a war,
Every day bound in its dungeon,
Singing futile hymns to the wind, and in turning,
Revived by the endeared face of her true love,
Revived, enflamed, once again and burning.
Coming
And then again you are alone
The bird is gone, a bird has flown
When you made the fatal slip
Forgot to button up your lip
And other than a fatal flaw
Something that you never saw
Guess you lost your grip
But coming soon another light
Candle burns with her’s alight
Better sharpen up your sight
Pretty as a bird in flight
Another timeless slip
accept her is my right
Don Johnson
Now there are two little bluebirds,
and an ocean of baby blackbirds
to keep them company.
So sing pretty bluebirds, cause
you're really two little lovebirds,
singing we are soulbirds!
You fly from tree to perch
singing baby you're my bluebird,
singing where's my soulbird,
singing I hear my songbird!
Every tree is your home,
and every tower your perch,
and don't be scared cause
you sing like a dream, making
your predators fall asleep.
Singing baby you're my bluebird,
singing where's my soulbird,
singing I hear my songbird!
Your sweet sonnets serenade my soul,
your lighthearted tune makes me want to
fly your direction, and your heavenly pursuit
keeps me on the edge of my tree.
singing baby you're my bluebird,
singing where's my soulbird,
singing I hear my songbird!
So, keep chipper my sweetly singing bird,
and you'll find me in the same tree eventually.
Leading the sparrows in the lovebird anthem,
then you'll remember our song.
So quietly she left
a caged bird escaping into the night
flying into the darkness
vanishing from my sight
Captive she'd been so long
needing to be free
she set her wings into the wind
flew away from me
Now my heart is aching
on my lonely perch I sit and cry
this cage is feeling empty
since she took off to the sky
one lovebird sang her last notes
here i am drunker than a skunk
trying to write fast as a slam
i sit looking to wet my whistle and dunk
a past basket and score with her prim and pram
i lost to her good graces on a lost prayer
of coffee and a roll of good will
she thwarted my advances and cares
looking for another booby to fit her bill
so the pictures painted in bright red
forget me grabbing her silly and going to town
or heaven forbid of thinking of taking her to bed
so we know why i sit here a little down
theres fish that are swimming in the sea
colorful tangs and parrot fish but i like her
shes kind of unique and care free
for theres something about her that makes me stir
so the story has been told that shes tied up
in a knots and mysteries leaving me an empty cup.
connie pachecho
3/23/17
soft as dawn’s hush they whisper and coo
a melody spun from the sky’s golden hue
two hearts entwined in a feathered embrace
singing of love in the warm morning grace
branches sway gently as echoes take flight
woven like ribbons in shimmering light
notes sweet as nectar drift through the trees
carried by whispers upon the soft breeze
no walls can contain what their harmonies weave
a promise, a secret, in songs that won’t leave
for lovebirds sing not of sorrow or flight
but of love that lingers, steady and bright