Bird Personification Poems

As She flew up into the sky
she got a birds view of the horizon
all around her was openness
her prey far below tried to flee.

It stood...

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walking down the street
I heard hundreds of tweets
So harmonious coming from that tree
As if birds were singing just for me

Now I talk to them everyday
Telling...

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“The Sparrow”

In this moment I am a sparrow,
intent on guiding my landing below.

I am a raptor plucking green seeds,
awaiting the rapture to truly be free.

Gently...

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I drive the clouds that cover the sun
and rain down on everyone.
My power grows with my intensity 
while all of nature bows before me.

I am...

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I greet the mild sun,
as it ascends among peach and lilac hues.
Its golden rays caress pearly dewdrops,
resting upon my verdant leaves. 
My conical purple and...

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All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal...

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I, a window-flower,

and he, a winter breeze,
carrying along the birds,
the butterflies, and bees

Quiet strength's my power

putting chipmunks at ease--
munching seeds, without words
looking at me, to...

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Bright and glowing, attired in gold
Birds sing to me, while bees kiss me,
The butterflies love mien, golden
Chipmunks relish my seeds with glee;

I serenade you in...

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              ...the Lion
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Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~

Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be...

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A scarlet-throated hummingbird, betrayed,
commences the annual rite of packing his nest,
in response to whimsical winds' pirouette
and the capricious moods of weather's ballet.

Distant friends once conspired...

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  A red-throated hummingbird, betrayed,
begins the annual rite of packing up his nest, 
in response to the mercurial spinning of winds, 
and the twisted...

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The dawn greets me with a chirpy grin
Alone, in the solitude that blesses me with freedom
I get out of my nest, rests my eyes on...

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He soars above the heat,
High above, sun’s right hand man,
Watching the mewling amateurs underneath.

His sight instills fear,
Though too high to steal a glance,
Where he navigates,...

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I mainly venture out at night
For I really am quite shy
Many people don’t even see me
For I don’t make a noise when I fly

My head...

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