Best Red Bird Poems

I am a red bird sitting in a huge oak tree,                                            ...

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Scarlet flash of wing

     Tanager's echoing song

Seeks eternal spring


7/25/18...

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The Lovely Little Red Bird

By Betty Harp Butler

Hi! Little red bird
On a limb up high,
With nothing above you,
But bright blue sky.

Sing your twittering song
To all those down below.
Then spread your little wings
And decide which way to go.

Or could your sweet song
Be for another bird nearby?
If so, keep on twittering
Soon both of you can fly away
On...

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Worlds collide in my throat 
as the galaxy of my heart is
torn asunder. Desperation lives 
in my eyes, sweet salty sweat 
pours down the avenging slippery 
slopes of my brow. 

Never knowing, always searching 
Never finding, always lost 
Lost among friends 
Lost among family 
Lost among myself 

How I wish I could escape.

The doorbell rings
the...

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Silly creature, are you not?
a witness to everything
Silently waiting, watching, gathering
all, yes, but not receiving 

Menacing little thing, are you not?
the missed crook of your head
Listening
and no one knows what you relay back

Beautiful drop of blood, you are...
not seen against the trees
You’re not ignored,
but simply a glacial, crimson breeze

You sing a song that knows,
a song...

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spring is coming soon 
our family is growing ~ 
a nest is needed 

new little ones chirp ~ 
red bird sees her new babies 
family of six 
 
 
 
Date Written: 2/16/2023 

4 Place 
 
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku x 2 Poetry Contest         ...

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A cardinal peeps 
From behind a tree
If I had any berries
I’d feed them to thee
There is no finer
Poetry
Than a cardinal peeping
From behind a tree



August 1 poem #2 in the garden...

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flash of red
foraging in yard
cardinal...

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The Cardinal, who loved a Rose
appeared to woo her one spring morn
but came too near a hidden thorn,
so eager she should hear his prose

He lit to sing but quick arose,
blood slick upon the wing he'd torn

She may as well have pierced his heart,
yet being a tenacious bird,
the Cardinal was not deterred
from love of his fierce...

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Little red bird sing sing,                                                  ...

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outside the picture window
which provided pleasure to the
aging couple
whose days of raising their own 
children
were long gone in the past,
a mother blue jay had two babies &
the couple watched the whole thing
emerge,
for the nest had been built
in the lilac tree
which had been planted years ago
right beneath the window.

one day, the red squirrel, 
whom the family...

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Her bare arms glazed with crystal clear ice
capped with the glimmer of fresh winter flakes
Frozen beauty as her branches reach to Heaven
amidst the landscape of pure white snow
Fragile but aflame roars the brilliance
of his deep ruby red feather coat
as a cardinal huddles in her mid limb
Shinning like the beacon of a distant lighthouse
adrift in the...

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When I turned twelve, Dad bought me a shot gun
Thought two sons hunting with him, would be fun
My brother also got his at that age
They were Remington Wingmaster, 12 gauge

Dad had two Pointer bird dogs, both well-trained 
This is a breed born to hunt, it’s ingrained
The dogs had been named Old Red and Clover
Clover ranged...

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my pretty red bird - wears a white coat of snow. 
My fun and very best friend Dan, 
and I built a huge snowman. 
on the snowman sits my bird, 
singing with the jaybird. 
the sun is out our snowman gets a tan. 
Will he melt away, 
I love my red bird - snowman 
My...

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A red bird, motionless 
A cardinal rare to my city eyes
And almost indistinguishable 
From it’s neighboring autumn leaves
Crimson and rusty, 
Feathered with impatience 
For winter.

A red bird
Silently invisible 
Aside from a telling
Twitch, or a quiver, or the flexing of wings 
The blink of an empty eye.

A red bird
Enviable and unenviable 
And all to itself as...

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