Mockingbird Poems - Poems about Mockingbird

... when the weather warms up my backyard garden comes alive with song birds oh, so many singing ... like robins, chickadees, sparrows, warblers, finches, wrens, starlings, cardina......Read More

...Within the oak tree, I have settled here Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves. My chirping song is heard roosting from top; Can you see me; beguiling is the day. Inherent nature's rhyme, a......Read More

... One Blackberry winter in the cliffs of Ireland An early woodpecker passed by And a red robin flying so high Colored like chrysalis in an orange land A white clown I am, peace and wind I se......Read More

...During times of ancient civilization, Khonshu was a god of Celestial Heliopolis, worshipped by Egyptians. He once posed as a human pharaoh then ascended into the role of god of the moon. Khonshu, ......Read More

...By the shore, with effortless strokes, he paddled. On the bank, a pasture with holstein cattle - Sitting there, up high on the wooden seat, he lazily dabbled. Softly crept the coyote, p......Read More

... Sat in my backyard chair To say good morn to my tree He wore a crown of light His pure essence I could see A mockingbird alit In the tree next to him Making up a song Joyous notes of a hym......Read More

...To land a mockingbird, sent out an innocent cat; one that wouldn’t eat a bird if it was starving. A mockingbird’s greatest fear, hatchlings being eaten by a feline foe. I had a ta......Read More

...Ye cursed with too much knowledge, all fate’s within your grasp The destiny of all beguiled entrenched behind your mask To Thee of grace outstanding, the rose and bud the same Beginnings end ......Read More

...Young James Pruitt was an ordinary boy; he grew up in an ordinary town. But set a spell, and I’ll tell a tale of how some not-so-ordinary things went down. See, James was a good boy; he did his......Read More

...Where does insight come from, where do answers lie A mockingbird to mimic truth in streaks across the sky The echoes of tomorrow retreat into the past As crumbs from where it all began form a ......Read More

...Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix. My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly, might be ......Read More

...Perhaps it was the leaves turning green. Or, was it heather-blue skies above? May have been sunset choosing between ruffling red or apricot clouds with love. It could have been the lovely birds......Read More

...Mockingbird I watched a mockingbird build its nest this beautiful spring morning in June. A soft flowing breeze drifts with scents of orange blossoms and honeysuckle. Twig by twig – winding, twi......Read More

...I was a diligent safety engineer, modifying the hazardous work practices, Like the thrilling festive celebrations, when you open up pretty packages! I took my work very seriously, and my motto ha......Read More

... male mockingbird grasps last year's bean vines in May's brisk breeze plumage flies westward down to line newly made nests harm-free, warm place to rear young ...Read More