Birds Poems - Poems about Birds

We are accustomed to a variety birds who, after we fill our feeders, find a way to fly up, perch a while and have a snack or two every day. It’s usually the same birds each day with quiet smiles we greet but recently a Rose-breasted grosbeak happened by for a bite to eat. We realized when it...

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Outside the trees are called by the Autumn’s breeze. The door isn’t perfectly shut as the leaves seep through the uneven cracks. The whistling tune from Nature’s broken karaoke machine finds its way under the door. Slowly the shadows become dimmer as the morning sun sets in and the birds begin to chirp as the crickets causes a ruckus enough to wake the subconscious mind from sleeping internally. The...

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So what’s the plot if 6 turns 9 On this old rainy day What’s looming up behind the line What you don’t have to say Its way too obvious for words And silence fills the air Only disturbed by chatting birds There’s always life out there. ...

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Skinkle, skinkle who is there? Under the Moon you gleam like gem Above the tree you dream, not hem Strinkle, strinkle birds in pair!...

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'Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you will always long to return,' wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519). In school I did learn the plane truth, and for your information, it's a collection of spare parts flying in close formation. And was it not Icarus in his day who,...

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A tale of a town at night where birds fly, They die in the daylight, If they don’t assume a height, This position is their plight. ...

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Love you shine day and night, sending your light into our thoughts. Spreading your love with words, that sound kind and have some thought. Like a director in a movie, your words echo with power, like a bird singing near the window. That try to direct the listeners with the power of your voice, making all...

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Today I’m grateful for the birds that sing in the morning… In their own way they help me cope because as long as I hear birds sining. I begin the day with hope ...

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At our cabin in the mountains we love to wake up early as the day is just beginning… and listen to the birds warm up… as they ready their voices for the singing. Each bird has just awoken from their nighttime sleep or just arrived at our outdoor concert hall and each needs a few moments before the dawn To prepare their...

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On my plate, I get to taste new things, Every day—flavors that life brings. Sometimes it's healthy, sometimes a mess, At times I bloom, at times—distress. I feel ruptured, torn apart, When it’s finally my turn to start. Oh! The fight between my heart and mind, Oh! The silence and the violence entwined. For ease, we chase some clever trick, Like knowing "ominous" means...

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Under the starlit sky, where dreams float like birds of light, tears and oceans weave together the story of salt, a tale where only the waves are crowned with boundless beauty, while tears, hidden gems, vanish into the shadows of hands. They, reflecting the stars with painful grace, are like diamonds sparkling in the depths of night, yet we sail on...

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Is it a gaggle of geese as the sky turns red or skein of ducks flying overhead instead into the wild blue yonder and as the crow flies it's not a murder nor a tidings of magpies there's more than one (for sorrow) the question I did surely ponder as they flew into the setting sun with sparrows I have no quarrel and yet with the wisdom of...

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Spring in your eyes – I feel it there, the way they smile. Like winter's heavy cloak, the days of stress, simply erased. I fall in love every spring. primavera – the sound, my hearts favourite word. Flowers unfurl, days stretch long and bright, the sizzle of barbecue, and your birthday light. Woman's Day, I carry blooms to Mom, her smile, a sunbeam warm. You also bring flowers to me, and my heart...

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Lost deep in an echo chamber~ where I talked and my eardrums beat ceaselessly, ricocheting voices of ghosts masked in agony, tiptoeing faintly, their feet blurred by the hallucinations roaming the night. The emptiness copied the echo of my voice and sent it far into the dark night~ where some owls were howling and some birds were bedding their young— but they all...

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