Best Robin Poems

Oh if I were a true poet
one that could write a good rhyme
I would compose a few ones
and earn myself a dime.
 
Why, I'd write about man's folly,
as the robin said to the sparrow:
"Why are men so stupid
their minds so clouded and narrow?"
 
The sparrow...

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                               Oh, holly tree, friend to me,
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You left me so sad today
I needed you to make me smile
I wanted to see you laugh
And forget my burdens awhile

Robin, you left me sad today
My heart is pained even more
That you're the one who took your life
Was there nothing worth fighting for?

Robin, what do...

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North of Nottingham, there lies a wood

Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green

A barefoot Beauty, There she stood

The likes of which, the worlds not seen



A man observes, but undetected

Concealed up in The Major Oak

She drops her hood, quiet unexpected

Gently slipping off her cloak  



This man,...

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Robin treated his men down at the inn
To sexy wenches, food, mead and some gin
All got drunk on the mead
Then got high on the weed
Friar Tuck said “it’s not right it’s a sin.”

Robin’s outlaws were enjoying the night
And with the sheriffs men started a fight
The...

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The robin redbreast is hardly afraid,
He is not afraid of cemeteries,
Seeing me, he lands on the grave of the Bouvier family,
Looks at me, then flies on that of Cécile Kerneis,
Since he is Breton, the bird waits for me a little,
And flies again to the tomb...

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Spin off Happy Days
Na-Nu Na-Nu Shaz-Bot man
Planet Ork Mork fly!










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A good man's gone, loved by us all
on the screen both big and small.

The fire is cold, the lights are out.
His soul's moved on, without a doubt.

The laughter's gone that masked the pain.
The house is still and peace does reign.

He fought his battles on life's...

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‘Come bring my bow of English yew and raise me from this bed
And let me look upon the wood where once I lay my head’
With fading sight and wearied limb through window rose he gazed
With summoned strength and trembling arm his mighty bow was raised
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On the wing in the dawning light,
Spring's new growth comes into sight.
Flowers, berries, nuts and seeds,
a smorgasbord to meet my needs.
I am a robin in grey-brown attire,
with my orange-red vest adding some fire.
A harbinger of Spring am I,
give ear to my joyous cry:

Spring! Spring!
Wonderful, marvelous,...

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red robin artist
paints the yard...
spring's pallet follows   ...

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There's an archer dressed in Lincoln green, a friend to those in need.
No thief is he who offers encouragement to people with kind deeds.

A jealous sheriff, dressed in black, wants to rule Ole Nottingham,
a township near Sherwood Forest, the sheriff wants to command.

To get hold...

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the nesting robin

while kneeling in my garden. . .

sowing baby's breath


March 1, 2019 for Tania Kitchin's Spring Haiku Contest...

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There once was a young Brit, Robin Hood,

Plundered bad folks and gave to the good,

He loved armor and knights,

But was quite fond of tights,

And decided to wear them for good ...



Now, sweet Nottingham, taken aback,

For his pantyhose took too much flak,

Thus dressed like a fairy,

With...

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Musing on this life of mine
Alone I wonder if it's time?
Robin sings in my heart
Fluttering wings like cupid's dart.

Have been hurt, no doubt caused pain
Hearing robin's song again
Before I journey who knows where?
Know angelic wings will take me there.

The time has come and gone again
I'm...

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