For The Birds Poems - Poems about For The Birds

My heart is made of birds Singing for me ………… It’s about time, For the raven to leave, Sunrise is made of birds, Singing in the dew shower, ...

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Song: Play in the Sunshine by Prince Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com...

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Feathers for bird museum, None see 'em, Home was sweet, Strangelove repeat.... (12 word poem)....

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If all goes well airlines will sell seats by the pound the less you weigh the less you pay to fly the world around and yet if a commercial Russian airliner jet unfortunately crashed into the sea would there be Aeroflotsam on the ocean fragmented and floating free? It's a riddle inside a mystery wrapped in an enema from 1939 Soviet Union history. ...

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bird in the birdbath chirping and splashing water now more birds join in ...

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Yes, her hair was looking great; she'd spent so long on getting ready for this longed for day - the seaside with her boyfriend. She stepped outside the beach hut, her love knelt, a ring held out - and a flock of seagulls pooped! written 18th July for Nette's 'After' contest...

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raptors, raptors, birds of prey hawk, eagle, owls, vultures dark and gray with your sharp talons and hooked beaks related to dinosaurs before the Greeks raptors, raptors, birds of prey hunting up close and far away with a fast dive you make me cringe and duck. Here they come. I must say f......

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mom fed baby birds pushed out of the nest by mom they must learn to fly ...

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We are accustomed to a variety birds who, after we fill our feeders, find a way to fly up, perch a while and have a snack or two every day. It’s usually the same birds each day with quiet smiles we greet but recently a Rose-breasted grosbeak happened by for a bite to eat. We realized when it...

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Outside the trees are called by the Autumn’s breeze. The door isn’t perfectly shut as the leaves seep through the uneven cracks. The whistling tune from Nature’s broken karaoke machine finds its way under the door. Slowly the shadows become dimmer as the morning sun sets in and the birds begin to chirp as the crickets causes a ruckus enough to wake the subconscious mind from sleeping internally. The...

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So what’s the plot if 6 turns 9 On this old rainy day What’s looming up behind the line What you don’t have to say Its way too obvious for words And silence fills the air Only disturbed by chatting birds There’s always life out there. ...

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Skinkle, skinkle who is there? Under the Moon you gleam like gem Above the tree you dream, not hem Strinkle, strinkle birds in pair!...

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'Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you will always long to return,' wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519). In school I did learn the plane truth, and for your information, it's a collection of spare parts flying in close formation. And was it not Icarus in his day who,...

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A tale of a town at night where birds fly, They die in the daylight, If they don’t assume a height, This position is their plight. ...

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