Birdsong Poems - Poems about Birdsong

Tweet tweet tweet I hear the birds speak I wonder what they say Perhaps it’s a song Or a prayer strong To welcome golden day The sunshine glows And wouldn’t you know By their cheerful chirps Perhaps they’ve learned To get the early worm And whistle while you work I lay here nude Enjoying their tune Of rainbow inflections Tan ceiling fan on Creating my own song Sunny disposition suggestion...

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Come her! Go there! Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! Do this! Do that! Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! Eat seed! Find nut! Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! Have chicks! Make fat! Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! Through twig! Through leaf! Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! My song! I sing! Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! On wing! On foot! Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! It...

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BIRDSONG pleasing perfect pitch...

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A song fades into the dark night Song of wonder in mourning light Breath of grace weeping silent tears God’s love can still the flow of fears Melodies, rich with softest notes Gentle wings who the wind promotes Birds praising until the storm clears God’s love can still the flow of fears Rhythms of desire, humble rising Music flows through each baptizing Harmony that the...

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at the crack of dawn oh what joy rest inside the heart while my heart revolves around the wild scent of the blue moon nest the black-tailed cockatoo white and yellow crown displayed black and orange feather arrangement upon the breast and wings leaping from the canopies of tropical trees ascending towards the Serengeti-blue sky thus a beautiful sound resonating through the atmosphere making...

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Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew Jog memories of a loved one, missed so Spectacular sky of heavenly blue Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew Days lovely as this remind me of you All things splendorous out on worldwide show Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew Babbling brooks and whispering winds that blow. Birdsong in the morning, droplets...

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At dawn and dusk the birdsongs busk; The highlights of my day. I'd gladly waste out every hour, as they sing out our their hearts for no pay I'd go without food or water Until my eyes dried out My ears bled from the tones And I'd happily pass away ...

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“birds care not for whom they sing” Quote by: Silent One The Gemini garden is in full bloom Looking glorious in the month of June The sound of silence, apart from birdsong Is magic to whom the garden belongs. Birds sing intermittently all day long It’s their language spoken in tweet-along Their tunes are music to us humans too Do they know...

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On swift wings, blessed by the light, who pours out the melody, scriptures come to life – in the song, joyful noises, crafted by hope, soothing away the dark, coloring the life in gentle truth, praises poured out, all through the music, songs drifting, on the edge of a heart – rhythmic, beyond the winds, who remember only the showers, the storm who...

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Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew White fluffy clouds, glorious sunshine too Moonlight and starlight remind me of you A vision in all that comes into view. In babbling brooks and soft breezes that blow I glimpse the angel I lost and love so All things are heightened in memories flow Memoirs to cherish from long, long ago. I visualise you...

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Birdsong I want to hear you sing again Your song I miss That smooth refrain Too out of reach You're way up high As distant as the Summer sky In moments of my solitude You fly away If e'r pursued So here I sit To close my eyes Let the present moment rise And meet you there In cloudless skies The song that no true heart denies. Jinjagoliath 6th...

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I heard a black bird’s song today He balanced high on a wire His dark coat purple in reflection His voice high and sweet above the ocean’s roar and the hum of traffic on the beachside highway So pleasant, melodic, not unlike a tune to be stolen by the Mockingbird He called out so clear and soft Was it a springtime love...

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Hi there little bluebird How've you been these days? I saw you there on Sunday Up upon the stage You looked just like a princess An angel from above And all that you accomplished Proved of your great love For doing what you do And what you do so well There's no one else who sings like you In your voice...

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Lent is teaching me to re-order my loves. In the stillness of morning, with the early birdsong, I realise that in the absence of that which I gravitate to, the absence of the thing that brings physical comfort, there is a deeper desire, a deeper love that wants to surface in my attentions. Beyond the...

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robin zugunruhe migratory restlessness— singing their way north Robin Image credit: Michael Lamarche Graphic image by Mark Toney using Canva Pro “Robins are feeling restless. Ornithologists call this pre-migratory restlessness, zugunruhe. This German word comes from zug (move, migration) and unruhe (anxiety, restlessness).” — Journey North (American Robin) - journeynorth.org/robin/spring2017/robin-migration022217.html...

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