Inkblot animals
migrating across the sky
tirelessly roaming
Categories:
migrating, animal, sky,
Form: Haiku
autumn's palette
dawning morning
fight
ride golden sun rays'
flaxen horizon
heaven bound
migrating birds
V formation
tranquil redolence
fragrance
dance among tender
watercolor jewels
as their voices
echo
3-3-2024
Categories:
migrating, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Monarch Butterflies start off as a
cocoon, then they come out into
beautiful butterflies. The
Lovely monarchs started
migrating, then one
nice bright day, they
disappeared
Now they're
gone.
On
cold
Sunny day,
the beautiful
Monarch Butterflies
Came back from migrating,
oh, what a beautiful sight
To see clusters of monarch
butterflies hanging like silk from trees.
Categories:
migrating, butterfly,
Form: Nonet
MIGRATING
Juana and I sit on the fence,
swing our legs,
throw seeds for birds,
check nests for eggs.
Juana,
like the migrating bird
that traveled mile upon mile,
is here now too,
but I hope she stays longer
than the bird that flew.
Categories:
migrating, 8th grade, bird, feelings,
Form: Free verse
THERE ARE MANY THINGS
I'D SURE LIKE TO KNOW.
BECAUSE CURIOSITY
CONTINUALLY GROWS
DO MIGRATING BIRDS
HAVE GPS ?
OR IS THEIR SENSE
OF DIRECTION SIMPLY THE BEST.
INTUITION OR INSTINCT
HOW DO THEY KNOW.?
OF ALL THE DIRECTIONS
WHICH WAY TO GO?
MIGRATION TAKES PLACE
WE KNOW THERE'S A REASON.
BUT HOW CAN THEY TELL
IT'S TIME OR THAT SEASON.?
THEY ARRIVE EVERY YEAR.
ON THE VERY SAME DAY.
ISN'T IT ODD
IN SOME KIND OF WAY.?
ARE THEY COUNTING THE DAYS?
OR COUNTING THE NIGHTS.?
MAYBE THEY'RE COUNTING
THEIR HOURS IN FLIGHT.
AS IT TURNS OUT
OR AS SCIENTISTS SAY.
MAGNETIC FIELDS
PROVIDE THEM THE WAY
GEOMAGNETIC
FIELDS ARE A MAP.
THEY FOLLOW THE FIELDS
AND ALWAYS COME BACK
Michael E Harris
09171021
Categories:
migrating, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
In early spring’s afterglow
Egrets head north as winds row;
Dwelling on lattice of plains
And coo warble mild refrains--
How migrant journey stirs on
When April wakes with delight
Until lull of morn is done--
A homecoming … our birds' rite !
Eight Lines Contest of Joseph May
5/31/2018
7 syls per line via www.howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
migrating, bird, home, travel,
Form: Rhyme
nociception of pain
indigenous spirituality
theism ego structure
inevitable consequence
of the painful separation
sun is moving across the sky
thunder roars faint lightning
mediators of inflamed passion
universal need for consolation
neurotic repression
expectation
for non existing
worry is imagination
our interpretation
knowledge and wisdom are limited
intensifying rain drops are real
we are migrating to east
Categories:
migrating, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
Bonuses have shrunk.
Two ambitions now remain:
make Board or expat.
Sun-kissed and well-fed
migrating birds, time to time
reminisce of home.
Open foreign minds,
gated local dwellings,
home sick capital.
More money; less tax.
Lost abandoned ambition
repatriated.
Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
Categories:
migrating, home, money,
Form: Haiku
Bereft of warmth and succoring provender
But girded with the fortitude providence doth tender
Internal compass the charted course doth render
Steeled to navigate rough skies with built-in aerometer
Dislodged flocks flying south for winter
A winged armada pushing through shearing blender
Swirling masts soar into celestial splendor
In gallant ranks parade o'er corroding timber
In tight formations to withstand every passing rigor
Skirting every obstacle human craft can engender
Gliding through the availing winds, an astute orbiter
Categories:
migrating, animals
Form: Rhyme
The Migrating Mistress
it started in September
those words he'd heard before
oh! how much I love you
but I need something more
the sad song of the sparrow
searching for a distant shore
he watched as she was leaving
till she left his sight
fell face first in his hands
and cried clear though the night
but with time and consolation
the darkness turned to light
but the sparrow always comes back
instinct prerecords her flight
so in April when he saw her
he held on with all his might
but something inside told him
things would never be all right
Someone wise once said
alls fair in love and war
It's a blessing and a curse
you'll never know for sure
unless you stand beside her
till you knock on heaven's door
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Categories:
migrating, lovelove,
Form: Rhyme
I migrate towards the visions of my utopian dream.
Where everything is worry free and all things are
meant to be. Where I succeed and God supplies
all of my needs.
My wireless life is sheltered from the past and
now I am home at last. I fall to my knees just
feel the breeze that makes a humming sound
when it hits the trees.
My adrenalin rushes out of me and becomes
sugary candy, that tastes so sweet. Especially
when it melts down the street of existence.
I don’t live there anymore, all of my crafts
where left at the store. My mind stays on the
lord, and I believe like never before.
Categories:
migrating, inspirational
Form: Free verse
Birds fly by my house
Heading South, and returning
They stop to eat here
Categories:
migrating, animals, life, nature,
Form: Haiku
I can migrate
with the birds
lift my wings
and soar
to calmer plains
to reach
a different
climate of warmth
for seasons
with you change
spend a cold
winter alone
and starving
I will return
in the spring
hoping you
have frost bite
Categories:
migrating, angst,
Form: Free verse