Best Songbirds Poems
To lose our songbirds would be so tragic,
for their tunes hold a special magic.
And nature’s music unburdens the heart,
providing ebbing souls with a jumpstart.
The robin's chirp heralds the melting snow,
as the goldfinch serenades the meadow.
And in the spring, flocks of chickadees sing,
nesting near houses to rear their offspring.
Blue jays and nuthatches tweet from the trees
as woodpeckers rat-a-tat-tap with ease.
And crimson cardinals tweak overhead,
while tufted titmouse whistles are widespread.
(Rhyme)
2/16/2019
The songbirds are plentiful where I live in the middle of oaks
I had four birdfeeders, but white tail deer slammed into them
Until they broke into bits, for they were plastic and did not survive
As they were being deer-bashed against the trunk of these oaks.
To discourage the deer, I bought new metal bird feeders.
It brings in up to eight cardinals, and a blue jay daily.
Wrens, robins, sparrows, and wood peckers arrive before nine.
Rat-a-tat sound on my oak bark; I enjoy watching their heads bob.
My forest is full of tweets, peeps, whistles, coos, and caws
There is a huge the influx of crows, which I also welcome
Playful squirrels are fun to watch, but their fingers are too deft
Daily they unscrew the tops of my bird feeders, laughing at me.
Allowing all of the bird feed to land on the ground, in a clump.
Bottoms of feeders roll into driveway, so I have to drive around them.
A plethora of activity, a menagerie of lively animals including rabbits.
Sassy squirrels chastise me when I come out; thinking it is their yard.
Angel’s songbirds awoke and flung the deal
Anisette chirps, sounds of reels
On that day my soul grew lyric
My heart couldn’t see it
Angels songbirds sing with me
And the harmonies never waiting
The sound singer souls singing
The song craft smiled
Ah, distinctly I was lullabying
And the hand claps never hymning yet rhyming
Death shall bring bass riffs
The sonic songwriting singsong smiths
Angels songbirds sing with me
I crave the lyrical, lyric leaf
From off my chest, my breath
Expressivity - expressivity - expressivity!
Somewhat louder than my debrief
I am shore of my golden voiced leaf
you warned me about the high relief
I crave the song-like, songful soundtrack
I feel my spirit leaving my back
Angels songbirds sing with me
That moment my soul grew analytic
The musical smiled
To warn me about the vibrato
And so you came gently jingling
Of duets that are bungling
Chirping metals yawn iron robins
My passion is the cuckoo lullaby, laugh angel laugh
Once I sat engaged and dancing, fly angel fly
Angels songbirds sing with me
When I thought of the song, sing angel sing
Deep into that darkness scoring, fly angel fly
In a kingdom full of shields, shield angel shield
On that day my soul grew lyric, fly angel fly
I awoke and flung the tenorist, high up to the skies
Much I marveled this overload alto, high angel high
Much I marveled the atonal hymn, sing angel sing
I have dreamed of the tempos, Hallelujah
Angels songbirds sing with me
Deep into that darkness interviewing, Hallelujah
That moment my soul grew singable, come sing with me
overloud alto, high angel high
Marveled the atonal hymn praises above all men, sing angel sing
Angels songbirds sing with me
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Sleep is a beautiful thing.
I have retired from my journeys.
When I wake in morning, I sing about the joy of life and living.
Bean Town begins their daily lives.
You hear all embracing the day.
You stop to enjoy and once heard, you start singing again about the City of friends.
Family relationships are within normal domains.
We laugh, we watch our children play, we cry, we seek a better way, we enriched via learning, we are all aspects of life formed.
This is our world and we enjoy discovering another.
Bean Town and Jake Castle bonded to Nefreda Maria Castle with three children are happily set.
Our minds are for a greater existence.
Plus, we build our shops for a clearer picture.
Bean Town jingles with environment of songbirds in flight.
We will sleep well again tonight.
If not, the day found some form of excitement.
Nothing Jake to fret – not at all…
Tomorrow is tomorrow.
~"Joy and pain.
It's like sunshine and rain."
(Earth, Wind, and Fire)~
~Tell me a story Free Poetry Contest Entry~
~Entry Date: March 05, 2014~ ~[Please read About the Poem]~
Spring Is Sprung
The daffies are ready to give us their best
The early spring sun gifting newfound zest
The chaffinch, the blue tit, the robin redbreast
Flit hither thither, all planning to nest
Skys, winter grey, hint at forthcoming blue
New shoots appearing where last year they grew
And soon there'll be blossom in many a hue
And frost will succumb to victorious dew
Folk in their Woolies mow gardens where grassed
And in the marina they’re raising a mast
All that was dormant emerges at last
Now that the worst of the winter has passed
13 February 2019
Contest: Songbirds
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Joy, breathless joy, sings to the robin, spring
Coloring hearts and heavens in wonder
Delighting souls with dazzling hues to bring
Raining light through lives who love the thunder
Despite miracles and peace, the flowers
Spring’s breath silences the glistening kiss
Winter’s echoes evoke pulsing showers
Darkening the dreams – spring isn’t all bliss
Just beyond snow, drizzling over prayers
Thick, murky earth offers dreadful mud baths
Groundhogs whistle while attending affairs
Known by those souls who travel down dirt paths
As we listen to soft cries of songbirds
Spring’s music feels like it’s singing backwards
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
January 30, 2023
Birdsong clings to the oak, birch and pine as butterflies dance across fresh petals with delight at the sigh of nectar bees sip like white wine. ~ by Poet
Birds, in bright, brilliant apparel
Harbingers of the season
Delighting rhythms of laughter,
Gentle hope and sweet compassion
Breathtaking collections of the species
All wild and appealing to the senses
Of those who listen to the soft whispers
Wishes soaring across the tallest ridges
Bringing tales of grace and mercy
These whimsical creatures alight on trees
Landing at breakneck speeds, alive
Hidden beneath layers of vibrant feathers
Beckoning to the spirit who loves freedom
These rare caresses of God’s soft breath
Touch the heart with their mystical sigh
Murmuring abandon to the captive soul
Brisk melodies are crooned from behind beaks
Who whistle rich cries of enchanting dreams
Silencing the chatter of squirrels and beaver
With captivating tunes from the serene heavens
Blowing love throughout the saplings and shrubs
There is assurance that nothing can discourage
With faith from the One who lingers in the light
Embracing with passion, the character who cares
Bringing life to the heart of this natural world
These musical, sailing and gliding flocks
Designed to carry songs to the forest and glen
Reach out to us with melodies of kindness within
Blue, black and awe-inspiring hues of secret coats
Cover these happy, cheerful pleasures from the One
Who knows our needs and blesses us with these
beautiful flock of birds who sing harmony with nature
A Flock of Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
October 4, 2022
IT’S SPRING THE SONGBIRDS DO SING--
Oh, perching birds Passeriformes on branches sit Passeriformes;
Singing unto me a songs mimetic merrily in vocalization;
Territorial repertoire attracting mating calls characters;
A Chirp Whistles and Beeps Tweet-Tweets cries in formations;
Nightingales and mockingbirds attracts mates or hold territory;
Variety of many oscine songs thrashers and catbirds allegory;
Blue Jays, Mockingbirds kiss and flap their little wings;
The song in this clade signals sexual intentions race;
Sexual selection among songbirds is highly based;
And in Backyard marrying and dancing they do sing;
Alas! Tis the sounds and coming of spring, all the songbirds do sing;
Songbirds Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
starry night
bring your light
be
the lighthouse
for
the
songbirds of flight
song birds so bright
wings in flight, a
sweet sight for me
swoosh, they are gone
back with song, when
it's dawn again
2/3/19
Any Theme Than-Bauk Contest
Sponsor: Charlies Messina
12/15/19 Submitted to Brian Strand's blog series
in the light of dawn
hearts awake to crooning birds
chortling with new songs
NEWNESS senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
January 29, 2022
Beloved songbirds
Gentle hearted feathered friends
Harmonious chirps
Afternoon engagement fling
Sweet entanglement tweeting
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The city songbirds sing melodies shorter and faster
shorter and faster, shorter and faster.
Their singing is annoyingly high-pitched,
A squeak, a peep, shrill, abrupt.
Their country cousins do not recognize their language
Singing more slowly, their melodies are relaxed and easy
Their songs are pretty, a tribute to butterflies.
A lilting lovely lullaby beautified up.
Sing!
Little bird, cause you’re free
Darlin’ you’re a vagabond just like me
Sing!
Birdie, cause your soul can’t be
Caged it soars like my own
Sing!
Songbird, cause you’re meant to fly
In the endless sky
Sing!
Soulbird, cause you’re home is in every tree
And your perch in every tower.
Sing!
Bird, cause you’re song it sounds familiar,
Because it is just like mine
So inspiring and with such great admiration
I marvel at the caged bird as it sings
I’ve concluded that is how the bird must fly
Having been orphaned from the use of it’s wings