Best Whippoorwill Poems

In the darkness of the night, 
with the beautiful stars above.
There's a lonesome Whippoorwill. 
Calling out for his Dear love.

Crooning songs he sadly sings.
Wishing she comes back to him.

Memories of her by his side.
Pained his heart way deep inside.

Each night he wonders why?
She doesn't answer...

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POTD 24TH April 2025


In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit...

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In the dark of night the whippoorwill cries 
As it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky 

Master of camouflage. Heard, seldom seen
Is searching for woodland insects to glean 

Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!  The nightjar trills
As it glowers and swoops down for the kill 

Insects traversing the...

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In the dappled hour between day and twilight,
                       surged the call of a Nightjar in flight,
       ...

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Sound of a Whippoorwill

Dust dusk and dark always seems so still
Except for single sound from a whippoorwill
And bull frog beginning his croaking sound
Maybe you might even hear a hound dog.

Lightening bug's bright light began to flicker
Faster and faster and quicker and quicker
My eyes started settling...

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The whippoorwill sings softly to me
From darkness of night, the bird I can’t see
Singing goodnight daily, from trees to sky
It has clearly made its home nearby

Peacefully it calls to me and rests my heart
I close my eyes to its song, until we part
The restful melody...

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The song of the Wippoorwill 
cries to the sky above.
Lonely was he, looking for his 
long lost love.

 Lovely sounds that resonate.
Wishing for his long lost mate.

Each night he wonders why?
His calls, unanswered with
no reply.

Oh where my love are you
tonight?
I'm calling, calling till morning
light.

His little...

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A Mockingbird
Outside My Window Sill
Said "Come Play With Me
if You Will

The Day Is Free
The Day Is Fair
So Come Play With Me
if You Dare" ...

Its Tune Was Catchy
Its Song Was Sweet
It Wasn't The Usual
Tweet  - d -  Tweet

So I Ventured Out
To The Mockingbird
But It...

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I remember in the evening's dusk,
The singing breeze in the drying husk;
Along woods edge, the whippoorwill's cry,
So alluring its call angels would sigh.
Yes, I remember the whippoorwill,
But do the angels remember still?
The call that echoed  the end of day
When man would put his labour...

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The mist seems to be covering the cool water this morning
Just like my grandmother's quilt lying across her feather bed
The sun is breaking dawn, on the horizon brightly shining
As I hear the last cry of a whippoorwill and wonder what it said

The nighttime creatures have...

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Whippoorwill sings out
Its enchanting siren song
In the dead of night


Bird themed haiku Poetry Contest/Winner(8th Place)
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 
Date written and posted: 07/25/2018...

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grass on the graves
the whippoorwill
far away

published The Heron’s Nest # 9: Sept 2003...

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As he lay waiting, Madeline sat to take his hand in hers

contrition caught hold, their eyes , a brief moment

to once strong hands gone feeble and disfigured

" I do not know when or where  it is, we'll catch up again, Madeline "

his listless voice...

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There is no greater mystery to me than the whippoorwill
He stops at my home each April and September - never late -
On his way to North or South to who - knows - where and who - knows - why
But as regular as clockwork in...

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"Twas the evening hour,
and the world was still.
All but a child
and a whippoorwill...

But I chanced to hear
as twilight smiled,
The song of a mother
to her child.

Tranquil and warm,
Sweet and deep,
Rocking, rocking
the child to sleep.

Singing , singing
of stars above,
Singing, singing
of love.

"Twas the dawning hour,
and the world was...

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