Bluebird Poems - Poems about Bluebird

bluebird stopping by a song launched upon a breeze ~ my heart smiling AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

Continue reading...

Thought I heard a bluebird sing somewhere over the rainbow I was wrong 'twas but a song playing away there on the radio bought a garland and some gum for Frances the girl next door sadly due to a bad accident in London the unfortunate lady is here no more studio moguls and public pressures to their shame were to blame no doubt but the...

Continue reading...

bluebird on a branch sets cherry blossoms awhirl spring perfume AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 26, 2025...

Continue reading...

Blue bird cloudless sky. Dry faintly waving breezes. Trout rise for a fly....

Continue reading...

Little bluebird is that you I see there through my window pane? Let me open up the door Come inside, it looks like rain Did you wear the dress for me? So beautiful you looked in it Pretending that is why you did I saw on you a perfect fit...

Continue reading...

"Mama," cried the Bluebird "now why must you leave? I miss the way your wings flapped in the gentle breeze" "Mama," cried the Bluebird "now why did you go? The joy that once surrounded me has turned but into woe" Little Bluebird cried he wept, he sobbed, he wailed "Mama, I need you now" his words were of no avail One day turned into two and then into...

Continue reading...

There is a bluebird in my soul, hidden away, In a corner of my heart, where the light barely penetrates, It knocks at the door of my heart, it wants to fly free, But fear holds me back, and I keep it locked up, in my inner world. Every day, when the world pressures me, When the noises of life...

Continue reading...

All the music we would make Your presence near to me inspires And for you I am here to take You're the one my heart desires On a fine red carpet, down In satin slippers you will walk Bluebird queen wearing your crown With me it's not just simply talk My love for you makes me create From nothing come heart songs in gold Of...

Continue reading...

My soul sings a symphony of perpetual omniscient narrative lyrics. Tones reminiscent of dew-kissed bluebird lullabies, enchanting like stars in indigo skies and blossoming like fragile fragrant jasmine. ...

Continue reading...

I want to shower you with presents Give you pretty things Multicolored gemstones Gold and diamond rings There's something that I found for you It's really very nice I just put it on order I didn't think it twice A pretty baby bluebird A necklace just for you A tiny little bookmark But very special too The bluebird is our symbol A quiet thing we share Her nest...

Continue reading...

The bluebird was shy Unassuming She did not want to make waves Or hurt anyone’s feelings The lady in the window watched eagerly Hoping the blue bird would understand The house was made especially for her Bluebirds are rare and humble They think of others first They wait, even past their turns The lady was holding her breath She knew if a wren or sparrow swooped...

Continue reading...

two sisters' journeys sculpted by the choices they made July 18, 2023....

Continue reading...

after Charles Bukowski No bird lives in my heart. An inhospitable place, flooding every morning with curious blue blood. The bird I know lives in the park or, the zoo, or maybe the splintered telephone poles on Cherokee. He does worry after me, though. I can hear him, his corvid questions, “when are you quitting cigarettes? when are you making that cranberry and arugula salad? did you have that dream again?” I used to worry...

Continue reading...

But where is the bluebird of happiness? Faerie Fauna asked the moon. Her sisters did not worry but figured that he would be along soon. We need to get cracking, should have all the meadows painted by noon. They stopped to observe a handsome male swan give a tiny swoon. Bluebird, their spirit animal, appeared at a...

Continue reading...

A day like today, what a marvelous thing To be given a taste of the soon coming Spring When all will return from their long winter's treks And all will wake up from their long winter's naps With love in the air and the freshness it brings May someday come soon, ushered in on the wings Of a bluebird,...

Continue reading...