Nesting Poems | Examples

Nesting

There’s a faded blue tarp
On an old pile of wood 
For a fireplace no longer used. 
Though my hearing’s not sharp, 
I thought maybe I could 
Hear a strange sound that got me confused.

So I opened the door,
Seeing if I could find
If a creature was making that scritch 
And before I looked more,
There to pay me no mind,
Was a squirrel, his jaws all a’twitch.

He was ripping at holes 
In the tarp that he’d made
And from out of his mouth dangled blue.
Seemed that one of his goals,
If attention was paid,
Was a nest of that very same hue.

Now I’m searching the trees,
Gazing up through the leaves,
Trying hard to discover that nest.
So if anyone sees
Something that he perceives
As bizarre, he can let his mind rest.

Sky Nesting

Earthbound and chained to flesh is ok 
I've enjoyed the physical things and sensations of this world
although when evil hisses and persists, 
I wish to pack a hobo bag and leave it

When I look up at the bejeweled night sky
I know for certain that that is where I really belong
unburdened by the demands of the flesh and ego
Somewhere in that great expanse is my home-my nest
The cosmic being of everything, patiently waiting there
where the truth is revealed in its entire wonderful spectrum
There were never any secrets-only undiscovered light and truths

The half destiny of the universe is expansion
this soul belongs at the edge of the expansion
I won't feel anxious or claustrophobic any more
I'll be nearing home to finally taste the light of freedom.

After the expansion there will be a great contraction
this is the other half of the destiny of the universe
everything purified in one magnificent alpha realm
A moment of pure love-light and total understanding.
                     We are truly home

The condo Kookaburra's

Every thing was fine.
No one complained, and then
one fated day the Kooka burra's came..
People who never learned to keep in their own lane.
They never read our regs., which is very plain,
at first they claimed one half the parking in their own name..
Mr. Kook's crochety, petty, and a bully.
Mrs. Kook's gossipy and engages in tom foolery..
The kooka burra's are nesting here in our condo tree,
taking over as if they were the only owner family.
"Stop Kooka burra's"
"Stop Kooka burra's"
Start consulting the other three!!

House Wrens Outside My Window

In the garden's quiet corner,
Amidst the gentle rustle of leaves,
House wrens diligently weave their nests,
A labor of love in the springtime air.

Each twig and blade of grass carefully chosen,
Crafted with precision and purpose,
To create a sanctuary, a haven,
For new life to emerge and thrive.

With each flutter of wings,
A story unfolds,
Of resilience, of hope,
In the cycle of renewal.

In this quiet symphony of nature,
There is no need for rhyme or reason,
Just the simple beauty,
Of life finding its place,
In the tapestry of existence.

Nesting

I will never be extinct, but I do nest
with the dodos
We all come from the same existence,
the same timeless egg.

The dodos sing to me, their voices,
are unpleasant to the ear, but
their future is eternal,
as long as I keep listening.

Once I lived in a hole in a tree
with my parents,
the tree is dead now,
yet its spirit has its roots in me.
Baby squirrels still fall out of
my dreams.

Look!
There goes a crazy person,
he is ugly and he smells,
yet he has beautiful wings -
the wings do not fly,

so he rides a peddle bike,
and sings to all the dodos
yet to come.

The Daffodils’ Song to Nesting Robins

In spring's caress, daffodils hum low,  
Robins weave nests as rain begins to flow.  
Gentle drops fall, a lullaby so sweet,  
In rhythms soft, where earth and sky meet.

Daffodils' song, ever so brief in time,  
Fades beneath rain's melodious chime.  
Yet in this moment, life anew is blessed,  
As robins toil at crafting their soft nest.

Warm spring rain bathes each petal, leaf, wing,  
A cradle for life that blooms in spring.  
Robins and flowers in harmony dwell,  
Under rain's enchanting, soothing spell.

And with each drop, a symphony so fine,  
Nature's own lullaby, by design divine.  
In joyous dance, where fleeting moments nest,  
Spring weaves its magic, earth is dressed.

nesting

squirrels run rampant 
stealing stuffing from lawn chair 
building treehouse nest

Nesting

Few people there were,
the day was slipping gently
into rising pools of twilight.
Passing city lights
winked
behand stands of trees.

Here is a family of walkers,
how like birds they appear?
Their young, sleepily following,
tethered by feathers of light
in the silent dark.

Over there, a little apart,
birdlike,
a man and his spouse talk in low tones
their words peck unheard.
We are all here,
speaking between the light and its shadows.

Aware of each other we are,
like the sky is aware of the earth
when evening roosts
among all the nesting thoughts
collected that day.

The immaterial has been gathered in,
arranged,
we now settle as one,
only to fly away into another day.

Bald Eagle's Nesting Elegance

Craving for rats awhile 
grippingly standing, leaded by the stomach; 
Barks the hen over the Eagle’s tragedy 
lands the hit on the mountain beak 
sneaking the eye on shadows awhile; 
Heading for the shadowy stones, 
the Bald Eagle stuns the Hen awhile! 
 
Captain hen jumping over awhile; 
Here comes the talking break in a couple, 
heads the cries o’er a mountain hill 
breaking the abruptly weak 
of the dawning sea awhile; 
Shot the stone willingly the captain transiently 
the Stone stunned the bald with it styled. 
 
Sank the dreams of the henly Commander 
Hearing the sound, ”Stared Me Momentarily!” 
Comes home the com inhumanly alive 
stunningly acting on a while. 
Spiritual eagle hisses time and again, 
“Stared Me Momentarily.!” 
The Spiritual Soul stunned the Captain long a while! 
 
Actions repay all the time.

Nesting

two busy blackbirds
gather twigs, moss and dry leaves …
cat sits on the fence

Bird Haiku Poetry Contest

sponsored by Tania Kitchin

03/15/22

Nesting For Winter

diligent digging
squirrel’s nesting for Winter
determined breakthrough 
but the squatter’s unwanted
chased out…sealed up crasher’s digs


1/18/2022

*digs - accommodation for living

Nesting Swallows

After winged flight at dusk the swallows rest
I hear their chirping inside my tallest chimney
Where they have found their perfect nest.

The swallows of late do not think me friendly
For chilly air has prompted the fireplace lighted
Without intention to treat the nesting birds unkindly.

Held off as long I could to keep the swallows unindicted
Even while the family felt, oh, so very, very slighted.

Terminator Terminates Trump - No 2 Sides To Bigotry Nesting Doll

There is a video the Terminator - Schwarzenegger - made
Republican Racism met its match in Trump's America
U must grab hope by its peaceful TAIL; this video will give heart!
My own despair: Canada cops kill First Nations women almost daily now!
Please share this video by Arnold. He writes a two minute speech for Hitler2

Owly Nesting On Beached Sand Castles- -

lo, damp abandon
yon snowy dead pan owl hoots
on dry sand castles

4/21/20
Written words James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Nesting

November skies bare all
Perched precociously 
Up stark naked branches
The old abandoned nest

Hatchlings of yesteryear
Outgrow familial nest
Leaving warm comfort behind
To spread their wings

Freely roam expanse of sky
Set forth on their adventures
Explore and forge new nests
Procreating the cycle of life



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on April 15, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK A sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 3RD

and on November 9, 2019 for contest LAST YEAR’S NESTS sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH  -  10TH

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