Chirrup Poems | Examples

Tweets and Texts

Creatures chirrup, chirp and tweet
Or warble in their way,
All so that in case they meet,
They’ll know just what to say.

It’s kind of like a human text 
Or email or a call,
Preparing what to talk of next
If they connect at all.

Or maybe all this reaching out
Is just to hear expressed
The sounds that show what we’re about
To set our minds at rest.

Dawn Pond

Brackish lichen forms a raft upon the pond,
a low haze floats like a moored airship.
Small frogs chirrup sotto-voce
as if they were
dreaming sparrows.

Water birds dabble in their sleep.
Soon the sun
will dash across a drop of dew
bursting dams of light.

A fisherman in his truck
drinks his coffee,
rubs his eyes and smacks his lips.
He grabs rod and tackle,
hopes fat fish are lazily
rising.

Feathers shake off waterlogged shadows,
wings slap the groggy face of the pond,
ripples splash up
to rinse the air.

Coots and Plover call
until the water
awakes.

An Edenic Rise

Bluebells are a symbol of humility, gratitude and constancy

A perfect day is not lackluster, nor lusting for more, but
rather knowing the plenitude in each sentient moment.
—Quote by Poet

An Edenic Rise

it’s perfect degrees
of sixty-one stimulates
a chirrup ‘cross screen
in pjs; my feet are bare
pedicured cerulian

better than Summer
and Winter’s too cold to bear
love perfect degrees
in slight chill of fahrenheit
add cup of Highlander Grogg

an Edenic rise
joyful sighs sans monotone
with cream in the cup
retiree with work to do
bluebells boon in afternoon

Twinkle Twinkle Little Tweets

 Twinkle, twinkle little tweets
In the trees, not treading streets
Just one chirp, from each true bird
Each dawning day, thus feathers stirred
Twinkle, twinkle little tweets
Faithfully, the morning greets

Twinkle, twinkle, under sky
From loft branch, trills flutter-fly
Bright heralds do bring choice cheer
Expectation to my ear
Twinkle, twinkle, under sky
As sun dips, birds chirrup bye

Grandeur of Fall

 

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me
fluttering from the autumn tree."

                                Quote by _Emily Bronte


I love how each majestic tree will grow,
how each season is a moment in time;
and how each grand tree-  her hued colors show,
oh, sparrow's chirrup and on a branch chime.

The dappled leaves a painted veil above,
brimming with song birds singing so happy;
a solitary soul with trees I love,
gathering the gold-  squirrels are snappy.

There is no gloom in the grandeur of Fall,
oh, how the honey breath just reaches out;
but there is decaying of big and small,
on the ground red, gold jewels lay about.

Trees go to sleep to wake eternally;
but they still stand on guard externally.

The View From Here

Where have the matchstick men and women gone,
they used to walk home from the smoky factories
just to light up?
Where has the Pork Pie hat flown to?
Even the birds chirrup less sweetly,
Is it because my shoes are old
that I walk this way?
The world has shaved off its hairiness
and lovers are both bold and bald.
Where was the 'candlewick' spread
transported?
Blackpool used to be goofy,
a ton of chilly fun,
now the donkeys are unionized
and all smirched up.
I wish I were silly again, not this
cranky, potted egghead.
Where and when did I scramble myself?

Zippo stole away the matchstick men
that's who,
and they never came back again.

Sad but true now and then.

A Midas Touch

Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!

The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!

The Stained Glass Forest

 
Oh, the forest whispers to me,
as stained leaves on the ground crinkle;
and birds chirp and trill in a tree,
but too soon those leaves will wrinkle.

As I walk the wind groans and moans,
oh, the forest whispers to me;
soon the branches will be bare bones,
the crows cawing is like a plea.

Squirrels chirrup running with glee,
through the leaves that swirl, twirl and dance;
oh, the forest whispers to me,
the beauty puts me in a trance.

A stream that gurgles and thunders,
and ducks still quack and float carefree;
so many sweet scenes and wonders,
oh, the forest whispers to me.

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October 16, 2021


Poetry/Quatern/	The Stained Glass Forest
Copyright Protected, ID-10-1397-695-16
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Premier contest, Onomatopoeia
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 11/13/2021

Fourth Place

Poem of the Day October 18, 2021

Night Time

When the sun sets and darkness arises,
With million stars shining and the moon in different sizes.
People complete their chores so that they sleep,
And there is me admiring the scene not in a leap.

Looking up the sky my neck aches,
But the scene is worth it like chocolate cakes.
Making the star patterns and remembering the loved ones,
Want to go up the sky and run and have fun.

Looking at the moon changing its place,
For once it seems like a world with no pace.
The moon is no where to be seen, And oh I guess the night time is over.
When I saw the sun rising beautifully, And the birds start their chirrup song cover.
The death-like world came to life again,
Just as the start of the engine of a train.

Thankyou!

Caged By Love

Come, my love, let's unfetter and glide high, 
Your hues leave me breathless, to feel your breath I long;
My dreamy dotted wings, with you, yearns to fly, 
And to chirrup in tune with your lilting love song. 

Your hues leave me breathless, to feel your breath I long, 
As I creep up on you and kiss you sweetheart;
And to chirrup in tune with your lilting love song, 
I crave to be caged forever in your heart. 

As I creep up on you and kiss you sweetheart, 
My dreamy dotted wings, with you, yearns to fly; 
I crave to be caged forever in your heart, 
Come, my love, let's unfetter and glide high.


Date: 06/07/2021
Pantoum Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Number of the photo: 2

Spring Birds Chirping

Spring Birds Chirping

          Spring is striking string of harp
          resonating cheerful chirrup.

           Indian Bulbul whistling singing
            Migratory rosy Starling!

          Pretty Parrots and Parakeets
           form flock in social circuits.

         Golden back Woodpecker restless.
        Little Robin red breast careless.

         Blue birds showing season of Spring
          Migratory birds most surprising
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      02/27/21

 ' Spring Birds ' Contest by Constance La France

At Break of Day

we wake up at the crack of dawn
to view the gold sun rise
it’s a glorious sunny morn

let’s wander over verdant hills
crossing the patchwork fields
of vibrant xanthic daffodils

and watch them dance on zephyr breeze 
their golden trumpets sound
as blackbirds chirrup in the trees

after a hike we’ll stop and rest
and gaze at the blue sea
our nature rambles are the best!

Writing Challenge - Tercets - Poetry Contest


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10/16/20

Morning Splendour

Nature beckons me with its charm ~ 

trees waving in the wind

wish me good morning from their farm;

birds chirrup, their music plays on,

young ones squeak in response,

I love hearing these sounds at dawn;

honeybees, butterflies float by,

busy waking flowers,

I watch them with a content sigh,

buds open up their little heads,

sun rays smile at dewdrops,

charming me as morn's splendour spreads.



10.16.2020



For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - Tercets" contest

Old Souls

Old souls once loved and grieved
long forgotten all they achieved.
Laid to rest in an old churchyard
With a solitary tree standing guard.
Eternally sleeping peaceful and shaded
names they once had, long since faded
Memories entombed behind a dry stone wall,
with the soothing chirrup of a sparrows call.
Overgrown grass, dead flowers rot
as these old souls are long forgot.
Now distant echoes of another time 
Slowly disappearing as weeds entwine

Separated

Oh! Now you and me are separated,
And I really anxiously waited

For a momentous news from your side
Innocent ones, are you happy and alright?

For a month, your chirrup I haven't heard,
Oh my friends, my sparrows, my birds!

For now so addicted are my ears, 
To your melodious voice my dears

That I enjoyed when we were together;
And when I enjoyed the beauty of your fluffy feathers

And now my ears aren't getting solace;
And my eyes again want to see your cute face

Now, I realize with a sigh,
Those are just memories, my

Dears. Friends, you know food grains can't remain for long;
Come quickly and take the pigeons along

Stay you lovely faces in my little heart,
Oh have pity on my soul, my true part

Life gives separation, one day or the other,
Will I be bold enough to face another?

Silence has two sides and around me negative is there;
How I wish for the other side which is pure and fair!

Now I act like one who's gone mad,
Now my happy colours are getting fade

For now separated are me and you
I hope it'll be fulfilled, my dream so new

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