Chirp Poems | Examples

The Chirp with in the Chaos

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 an "ill omen" quick.
But the peace we find—doesn’t truly stay,
It feels more haunting than lighting our way.

A continuity of emotions, a stream of desire,
We wear them daily—our soul’s attire.
Colors fall and echo a subtle truth:
To win as a learner, not as a brute.

I’ve seen birds fly from morning to dusk,
To feed their young with love—not just as a task.
Struggles can bloom into moments of joy,
If love is the reason, not pressure to deploy.

The Dawn Visitor

The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.

Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy gray-black chick who... 
Lit the sun pointed to my nest house...
Captured my morning drowse.

A courageous little skylark,
With a notorious chirp crack,
She repeatedly taps my pane,
And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain. 

Pulled from beloved slumber, I scan who,
Through my drowsy eyes, I view...
The vivid rattle, truly, she’s a great dancer, 
My ears almost paralyzed by the clatter.

Through the solid unglazed pane its clear,
The morning breeze powers the air,
The lovely melody alarms my doze... 
Tirelessly, she airs her pose.

The shrill stole my focus, 
A lone owls’ hoot – a secret in the sunrise,
The arduous tweet feels counterfeit,
But the unfolding truth won’t lie or cheat.

Songbird

It is early morning, and it is quiet, too quiet.
The rambunctious bird won't even utter a chirp.
Once resoundingly loud, her voice like a siren,
Now you're lucky to find her softly humming at all.

Once seeking passion, the bird now searches for silence,
In hopes, the trees and leaves will drown out her absence of sound.
A false hummingbird, she masquerades in muted tones,
Her once vibrant voice reduced to vibrations.

Perhaps she flew too close to the sun, as this songbird lost her song,
Her nostalgic melodies traded for the flap of her wing,
as she was already gone.

Chirp

Chirp chirp 
the sparrow let out
Hiding in bushes 
so hard to see 
But if I
were a worm
Or bug 
of his choice
I am sure 
I would spy him
Beyond all the noise 
Quiet now 
he must see me
Human I am 
no fly or bee
Chirp chirp 
the sparrow let out
Flying away 
from curiosity 
Shame on me 
I got to close
Interrupting his hunt 
with my big nose

Seed a Chirp

human hunger be...just
'a pull' on a tree for...an
apple to eat

and birdseed hunger be...as
a pileate woodpecker and...the
'pile he ate' of the seed

just then it's mate sounded...and
'a peal' rang out in the trees...an
appeal for more seed to store

the pileate listened briefly and...it's
pulls on the suet-feed went faster...a
'pulse' had gone through its manner


stan sand

Ecstasy Rapture

hear a chirp a chant
a child and a bird i sight
ecstasy, rapture

Tricky Chirp

The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone at all.

The new mom seems surprised, 
she can not hide it from 
her eyes, 
but she continues on
like any mother would. 

The brand new baby is larger than the rest. 
Taking all the best, and putting the whole nest to the test.  
The sad secret of this new life,
this mock, "not my son" from afar... 
The more you give, the more they take.
It is a bad-tasting cake. 
The dark star is par for the course... and now the jar is empty.
There is no more left for those that belong, 
and that is all wrong.  

Eating the food, drinking the wine, 
and telling the time... 
to whom ever walks by
they said hi, 
and not high, 
or how high? 

The mother bird continues, 
wondering where father
has gone?

The Sparrow Spread Her Wings

The Sparrow spread her wings 
Before the chick could blink 
The Sparrow spread her wings 

Rain pours she's on the brink    
Flying through hazy clouds 
Before the chick could blink 

She spots us on the ground
Swinging in our four arms 
Before the chick could blink 

We set off the alarms 
Only the Sparrow saw 
Swinging in our four arms 

Under her tree we talked 
Words I shouldn't have said 
Only the Sparrow saw 

Chirping as you walked off 
The Sparrow spread her wings 
I saw her as she wafts 

The Sparrow spread her wings

No More Do Birds Chirp

No more do birds chirp
  No longer does grass grow
Leaves turn bright colors
  Then cover Earth's floor

Rains well up in puddles of mud and mire
  A dog's plaintive bark, a lone town crier
Windows close; shutters tightly shut
  Street surfaces soon will sprout ruts

November is here, its air so bracing, so clear
  Cushions the shock ~ Winter is near

Chirp

The word 
of bird.

Chirp Chirp Chirp

In the middle of the night
In the middle of a sleep
I was woken up
By a chirping beep.

Each assertive peep
Grated on my brain.
If it kept it up
I would go insane.

We knew what it was – 
Meant to stave off harm
‘Twas the battery
From the smoke alarm.

When the 9 volt dies
It announces such
With annoying chirps
No one likes too much.

So my spouse got up,
Made the beeping cease.
If a fire broke out,
Least we’d die in peace.

Sniff, Bang, Chirp, Court, Hug - a Rant

The dogs are banned from fields of green
lest anyone should “step in it”
yet 50 geese just landed there
and no one tells them where to “..it”

Masked bandits prowl the streets at night
trash can clamor in the alleyways
making their rounds on scheduled trips
coinciding with trash collection days.

Dawn’s silent rise cues “Places please”
dark curtain rising on a dissonant din
Daybreak’s un-tuned opening -  wings without wind
scratching open eyelids that can’t close again.

Beneath soft silent moon – a courting joust
that sad horrific sound – a lover’s spat
a noise to make an air raid siren cringe
the hissing contest - suitors of my cat.

Lo, the glistening distance of train track
reflecting the history that they bore
reminds me that the four thirteen Topeka
lies beside me in a locomotive snore.


©5/6/2018

submitted to – A Rant – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

The Birds Chirp

The birds chirp outside
I can hear them clearly,
beneath a sky so gray
they seem to be so happy.

They don't mind cloudy skies
rain falls upon their head,
they just take it all in stride
and gleeful to be well fed.

Hopping from tree to tree
singing their joyful tune,
chirping as they go merrily
I hope it doesn't end too soon.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.13/2015

I've waited all Winter, to finally hear the birds chirping outside. I've missed them.

Little Chirp

A little bird sits on a branch 
Singing 
He is happy 
Just like me 
Tweet tweet, chirp chirp 
I like the song 
It makes me smile 
The little bird flicks his tail 
Prepares his wings to fly 
He nods his head 
To say goodbye 
Fly little chirp fly 
I wish I was that little bird 
Free to fly 
Free 
The world beckons

The Birds Chirp

The birds chirp.

The sounds of a bird symphony.
In moments of quiet, their sound is that of angels for the animal world.
In moments of angst, it’s the sound of a noisy rhythmic annoyance.

The birds chirp.

It’s their discussion of goings on, past happenings, future plans.
Perhaps it’s their way of payback, balancing our noisy chatter for theirs.

The birds chirp.

If you listen closely, it seems you could almost understand them.
They may be telling us the future winning numbers.
They may just be laughing at us.

Either way, to me, their sound is like listening to a baby’s cry for its mother.  Or a dog calling for its owner.
It’s an expression of connection to the recipient.

Listen to….the birds chirp.

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