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...

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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...

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"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds  of the day"

Virtues are cultivated, children are weeds, 
exploring a small southern town. Seeds,...

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mockingbird diva
sings aria on tree limb
echoing mimic...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot!"



Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of...

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