Birds Poems - Poems about Birds

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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Chirping in the trees Notes weave through orange sunset Evening’s song takes flight ...

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I saw birds flying in an arrow shape, perfect alignment except for one, making an escape . . . imagined him chirping forget it- I am done, as he flew away without looking back, into the blue sky just a speck black....

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Have you heard what I have heard - that when your quill is inspired or spurred, the act of writing, it might be inferred, as, with watching feathered beasts (not furred), must never cause you to to be deterred; and, as the distinction is somewhat blurred, the methodology most preferred is "bird by bird, word by...

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----------------------------------------- The drone of birds in war offensive hear the drone of war pity the birds, amassing way out there someplace, they'll be back in droves to drone the piteous drum of war...

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Today I’m grateful for the poet Rumi’s understanding of singing birds from the largest raven…to the smallest bobolink… I want to sing like the birds sing…he said Never worrying about who is hearing me or worrying about what they think. ...

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May we be blessed to understand… what birds have known all along…. How even the tiniest among us can sing the biggest…sweetest song. ...

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Splish splash splash; It is a colorful blash; A brown leaf floats in a bathtub, Does a leaf make noise, I doubt!!! Yup!!! A little colorful leaf, plunges into the bath; Makes a sigh as a sign of relief; Soon, other leaves join the path Spattering the drops, They do hop; Here, over there, And everywhere. The leaves play, they giggle; They spray , they wiggle; They make...

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