Best Mockingbird Poems
I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited, frolicking in playground
Peeking from behind shamrock green leaves
Singing of love in blossoms of dogwood tree,
As you tease a female, flapping your round wings
Showing off white patches, revealing breasts
Pointing curved beak to articulate a message
In verses of romance, courting your soul mate
Inviting her to celebrate the visions of spring.
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of blue jays,
Woof-woof of dogs, and croaks of hiding frogs,
Wailing screams of sirens on ambulance moving fast
And hasty beeping shrills of my alarm clock;
Reserving your very best for ardent mating calls
Choreographing dance-moves fit for wedding halls
As you seduce a female on youthful virgin date,
Aspiring to one more voice, one more etiquette
Adding to repertoire another song of desires
Pursuing next newness, next chase to happiness.
June 30, 2019
Placed 4th:Pick a title, volume 6, personification contest by Edward Ibeh
Title chosen--The Mockingbird
HM: Strand choice 3 contest by Brian Strand
Death to the mockingbird with one shot to the heart,
Crushing wings with desperation sings sorrow worlds apart.
Concrete tears from wasted eyes fall on a mossy burial ground,
Taste the regret as it is yet to expel a gasping sound.
And rise oh symphonic sun in my mourning put rest to the moon,
Dehydrate this skin from deep within that I may die at noon.
Searching for stars to blanket this despairs shroud of living,
Pinpricks of celestial poison judgmental eyes are giving.
Blood upon my hands stains jealousy in deep wrinkled crease,
Saliva soiled dirt leaves an after taste that will never cease.
Breaking the joints of folded frozen wings opening like a book,
Laid before the novel ends I search for the heart that I took.
Oh mockingbird you brought this battle a war I inhale victory,
Would the devil rise with golden stained eyes celebrating with me.
With weighted flesh, holding her heart, he examines my deed,
Silently I beg come with me, success demands fulfilling my greed.
The devil he does make his choice, strong cradled hands receive
Welcoming the mockingbird, even in death does she deceive.
Breathing to life from lips I longed to love, the mockingbird awakes,
Flapping wings, resentment it stings, the ground under me shakes.
The mockingbird laughs for she mocks me no longer,
She has taken everything from me, and now she is stronger.
mockingbird diva
sings aria on tree limb
echoing mimic
I wish I was a mockingbird
perched high up in a tree.
My trills by all would soon be heard;
You’d come away with me.
We’d soar up high above the lands,
way up among the clouds.
Without a care for life’s demands
away from all the crowds.
We’d gather twigs and build our nest
so we could raise our brood.
We’d teach them always be their best,
with mankind not to feud.
I wish I was a mockingbird;
I’d sing my lullaby.
My songs and words would ne’er be blurred;
my rhymes would all apply.
May 5, 2018
Contest: I Wish I Was a...
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
I just forgot that song of robin
when I heard the blue jay notes.
Resonating tunes of cardinals
merry cuckoos mingle my throat.
They call me mimicking mockingbird,
a plagiarized heart in mask of many voice.
a carefree flirt inspired on flattery,
cadence of echoes in shameless rejoice.
A beautiful parrot I just saw in a cage,
a deep sigh buried in her emerald green wings.
"You are a free bird, you learn what you like,
with crickets and larks, the bosom of sky sings.
But I have no melody, on my scarlet curved beaks
just one and only song, whatever my master speaks",
Dated 17th July 2019
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification
Title chosen: The mockingbird
Beside a lake a mockingbird paints on the canvas of time
A luscious lyrics of an orange and crimson hue
While the menagerie of the scattered light in sky looks sublime
As the frangipani freedom greets the birds that just flew
Infusing the waters of the turquoise lake
With the poetry of their wings along with the twilight shake
Clouds graze like the ancestral lambs
Ripples of the memories slip through my hands
Vermillion sunset sits on water
As pellucid as the first evening star
January 10, 2018
10 Words and 10 Lines challenge: Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Mockingbird, you sing to me each morn
And throughout the day since you were born.
You alone can understand the words
Imitating frogs and other birds.
You perch high on my bushes or trees,
A graceful hymn you laud through the breeze.
Insects in the Summer you indulge,
Berries in Winter with pending bulge.
Gray back with white wing bars, pale gray-white
Belly, long legs and tail, lithe in flight.
7/11/2020
Poetry Contest: Bird
Sponsored By: Constance La France
Dresses, bows, make-up, this is who
I am not, don’t put me
In a dress
I’ll give you an insight of my life, I have a neighbor who
We call Boo
My brother Jem, who is older
Believes he is bolder
Atticus we call him, never dad
He never says we couldn’t, but I don’t want him to get mad
There is a boy name Dill
He comes every summer, to his aunts
He can be a bit of a pill
Together we act like mice
Sneaking around
But a price
We have to pay
To see another day
I am what everyone is afraid of
What did I do? I am only a black
There is only a little bit of us
We stick together like a pack
I was the man who was accused
Just to amuse
“Come here boy”
Treat us like toys
Use us, then abuse us, a life's circle
We end up dead
And look who cares
It’s not you
Anyone care, out there?
No, sir Atticus
I am not leaving
I am not like a beaver, who runs and hides
In the sight of danger
Who am I, you may ask
A boy who is older, and so much bolder
I will stick by your side Atticus
Sitting in that court room
Everything came to me in a rush
And boom
He is crushed
Why Dad, can they do that
I’m so mad
Now I see how people treat people
Dog eat dog around here
I can’t bear it
The mockingbird returns in spring.
What it does best is sing, sing, sing.
Its sings of this and sings of that
and leaves no doubt of where it’s at.
It sings all day . . well into night:
grows irksome past that first delight.
And always comes back from its stay,
to that same bush, not far away.
The birds of winter soon are gone.
Most of them have now moved on.
And mockingbird with typical gall,
Attempts to mimic one and all.
A busy bird it glides and swoops.
Will challenge one or even groups.
When feeling threatened for its young;
A bird-war barrage has begun.
This slender mid-sized bird of grey,
Will be here soon; it's on its way.
Once again to sing, sing, sing,
To let us know it's really spring.
And late into each summer night,
Once I get past that first delight.
I'll wish from on my patio chair:
It wasn't here, but rather . . there!
"Mockingbird"
What sayst thou?
Now, here you sit and I speak to you
through strange keys revolutionary,
poetry what is thy purpose for? A mirror wall?
Where visions unseen speak and reply contritely
black and white pedestrians robed in all their colours
walking now through their other realms?
“sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
and every fair from fair sometimes declines,
by chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;”
nightingales and mockingbirds all feathery poets in night-flight quilled
Nightingale, Nightingale thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor fail,
shining loudly, blessed revelry held in the loving hearts of pages whispering,
“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May” …
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Mockingbird
I will be your shelter;
Amidst the storms in life.
I will be a light;
Within the darkest nights.
I will be a rock;
For you to make your stand.
I will be your comfort;
And calm your shaking hand.
I will be your hope;
In your times of great despair.
I will be your confidant;
When others are unfair.
I will be your trust;
When another breaks their word.
I will be your wings;
If you are my mockingbird.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Waking To The Call Of A Mockingbird
I woke to the call of a mockingbird
soft,gentle racing notes I heard
A wandering visitor in our tall oak
to me he displayed life and spoke
My window up, catch morn's cool wind
gave sight of my great singing friend
A cheerful fellow was this sweet bird
laughter and joy in his every word
Soon joined by his beautiful mate
perhaps on a fantastic morning date
They sang to me for a long spell
then flew on down the pasture trail
Next a pair of squirrels raced about
chattering so loud it seemed a shout
Bushy tails flying up our oak tree
A Nature scene that so pleased me
Rooster crowed,was over an hour late
more of that,he may end up on a plate
A great day was the promise to be had
having enjoyed the scene I was so glad
Songs that a happy mockingbird sings
treasure fit for the mightiest kings
Waking to such a majestic melodic call
in our red oak so straight and tall
Fine blessing many wish that they had
a memory cherished by this lucky lad
Robert J. Lindley 05-29-2015
Note: Poem was written from the memories of my childhood on
the farm. My father's favorite bird was the mockingbird.
As one would sing the other bird's songs,he would tell us which
bird they were mocking. Such a joyful memory for me!
Listened to the
mockingbird cacophony
and I just smiled.