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 or replies!
Minutes turned into hours,
there's no response!
"Oh please Dear Love answer
me, just once!"
"Oh, where my Darling are you
tonight? I've been searching for
you day and night!"
His little heart can't take much
more! It is she who he adores.
Evenings drag on as he still
waits. Time will tell his coming
fate.
He called out one last time.
His last thoughts were of her,
on his mind.
While he looked for her. He did
not know. His precious love,
another Whippoorwill stole. His
precious love, another Whippoorwill
stole.
Sadly on that tragic day, from a
broken heart he passed away..
From a broken heart he passed
away.
There's a little nest that is tucked
away. Where his heartache ended,
and now he lays.
Later on his love returned. Saw
him laying still, and began to mourn!
Her cries were heard throughout
the night and in her grieving heart
he now resides.
Each day and night she sang to him,
and hoped to God, He was listening.
In the darkness of the night, she
breathed out one last sigh, and
forever closed her eyes.
She found herself on Angels wings,
and heard calls for her, singing.
She quickly flew to him in Love, to
start their new beginning.
If you listen closely and the night is still.
Up in the Heavens you can still hear,
the loving calls, of two Whippoorwills.
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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 forest take heed
For the mottled bird has tremendous speed
It nests on the ground, it perches in trees
It’s gray-brown plumage the color of leaves
Up at dawn, at dusk, and on moonlit nights
Brindled bird rests with the coming of light
Tiny bird with a magnanimous shrill
Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! The nightjar trills
In the dappled hour between day and twilight,
surged the call of a Nightjar in flight,
a Whippoorwill sang at will,
echoing his trill.
I kept so
still,
and although
quivering with chill,
waited for a female shrill
to answer him while I hid from sight
in the dappled hour between day and twilight
Andaree - 11 Line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Posted on July 13th, 2020
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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 in back of my head
So pretty soon surely will go to my bed.
Dark does relax as it enters the scene
And it has become quiet and also serene
After I have counted many more sheep
Eventually, finally found myself fast asleep.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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 concludes my day
So, perfectly as I listen, I’ve nothing more to say
Heidi Sands
6/20/21
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 heart cant take much
more.
It is she, that he adores.
Evenings are long as he still
waits.
Time well tell his coming fate.
In his search he did not know.
His Love, another, Whippoorrwill
stole.
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 Was Wayward
To Its Words
Now It Sat Drinking
On The Curb
With A Whip-Poor-Will
Quite Unperturbed
It Didn't Mind
It Had Got Caught
It Jeered & Said
"Its Not My Fault!
You Took Too Long
In This Fine Weather
So I Found Me Another
Bird-of-A-Feather"
Then The Mockingbird
& The Whip-Poor-Will
Flew Wings Into
A Nearby Field
But Mocker Kept Messaging
With Consummate Skill
So Now I Don't Trust
A Mockingbird's Trill
And Its Like Gregory Peck's
Movie I Saw & Heard ...
That I Now Want ...
'To Kill A Mockingbird'
Written & Copyrighted © : 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
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 away;
And meditate with the singing breeze
And the whippoorwill amongst the trees.
I wonder if angels sigh of choice,
For never now do I hear its voice.
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 found their place for sleeping
In their burrows and on highest branches, some now are perching
The daytime comes alive with the sounds of all of those
Who simply prefer life in sunshine I suppose
The faint light of the stars turns into sunrise golden hue
Then the sky above goes from darkness to pale blue
The mist disappears as though it had never been
Perhaps just being absorbed back to where last night it began
The trees gently wave as if to say hello to a new day
White clouds roll across the sky in an entertaining way
Making pictures as they go for all who take the time to see
What to make of each is up to you and me
Now the sun starts sinking as the breeze begins to still
I can see the moon peeking over the far distant hill
I once again hear the lonely cry of a single whippoorwill
The mist re-appears and with stars the night sky does fill
©Donna Jones
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
grass on the graves
the whippoorwill
far away
published The Heron’s Nest # 9: Sept 2003
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 hissed out of him like air from a balloon.
" Oh Jesus" he uttered softly, as if he couldn't touch a prelude, fit enough for an angel. ."How can I thank you enough for three marvelous children?"
His look of compassion , both clouded and solemn, swelled with morose, for lacking in verbosity to all the things, he will leave unsaid, to which he was grateful for.
" I love you Madeline, I'm so sorry. " his words choked back apologetically, his visage,
echoing a sad countenance that creased the bridge of his wrinkled brow even more.
Though his time was running out of time now.
A soft feathered rain ushered to his window, a whippoorwill, to once again call out the forsaken dreams of the dying, to be carried on through generations to come.
Madeline watched, as his last dying breath fell from him and she took witness to him leaving, from the many things in the room he had once touched. Perhaps the celestial journey we must take, when the body can no longer be cared for.
The sweet mournful rain, a chaste white dove beneath a whippoorwill's call
Madeline leans forward with her palm to quiet the light in her man's eyes
that shout both his condemnation to all things undone
and all a king's castles burning.
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 his search to find a mate
I know he's there because of his nightly three syllable calls
A lonelier cry you will never hear - at least I would pray
For twenty years I have listened fascinated to this call
I have never seen the bird as he vanishes in the day
But the mystery - I have never heard an answering call
Sometimes he cries all night long - silence is his only reward
Of course it could be he only stopped to say hello to me
What more fitting purpose than to cross paths with a lonely bard
Could this be the very same bird that visits each Spring and Fall
Unlikely that a single bird would live for twenty seasons
But then it wouldn't be a mystery without some puzzle
Poets and whippoorwills seem perfectly matched for some reasons
7-10-20
Contest: Bird
Sponsor: Constance La France
"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 still.
All but a child,
and a whippoorwill...
Whippoorwill
Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night,
Luring me deeper into the dense wood;
Upon hearing me, its body takes flight.
I continue forward, tinged with fright
If I could catch up I surely would.
Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night.
Ahead I glimpse the bird, and though it is slight,
I forge ahead in my cloak and my hood.
Upon hearing me, its body takes flight.
I’m almost upon it; the sky becomes light
The whippoorwill vanishes, as in daylight it should.
Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night.
An Original Villanelle Contest: Poetry Contest
L. Milton Hanks
Poem Written 3/1/22