Bird Personification Poems | Examples
These Bird Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Bird. These are the best examples of Personification Bird poems written by international poets.
The sun sleeps in well past dawn
as snow and ice fill the morn
The bright red cardinal
nowhere to be found
Darkness reigns well past eight
tempts the workday: Start late
Children shiver, lips a-quiver
Moms can't resist this bait ...
But the world chugs ahead
her engine ignites, wheels revolve
Locomotive roars, the sun snaps-to
~ inertia pitches forward, into the flue
the wizened old owl
primps in her room
facing autumn’s long night
loosens her neck, swivels around
cuts loose with a shrieking ‘Hoo’ sound
hops to the branch where she normally sits
‘What’s this?’ a young owl is perched there
‘Just keeping your seat warm, Ma’am,’ thus she
‘The chill of first frost’s in the air’
I am a Date Palm. Winds may threaten, bend and
and snap back my trunk; nests between my frondy
bonnet yet remain firm -- from me, the palm, feathered
survivors have learned, resilience; and the selfless nature
of lofty giving. Dates ripen, young chirping for their meal.
Mothers not having far to travel. One can say, I am bed
and breakfast service. No need to call and wait for market
delivery. Lookout of the desert, mast and sail of the sandy
dunes. When comes the wind I whistle a nurturing tune. Such
music both lullaby and grateful prayer. Proud member of Club Oasis.
He's still as can be ~
Pink coloured one-legged flamingo for hours
He pretends he's a rose
Worku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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 no chance against her
down she swooped like a bullet
her gaze locked on, talons ready
she hit knocking it out cold.
She landed to rip it apart,
then satisfied took the rest
to feed her chicks small pieces,
a couple more weeks till they fledged.
Then she would once more be free
to roam the skies and the land
for she was queen of all in sight
claiming all she saw as her realm.
“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 I perch upon a branch,
inhaling sweetly, my lungs collapse.
I, like the tree, free of leaves
am aged, worn, less feathery.
Yet, I hold wisdom you cannot see.
I hold wisdom instinctively.
I am a sparrow on a dying tree,
destined to simply be, be, be.
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 lord of the sea and land.
I can scourge the earth with a heavy hand,
or gently lift a bird on wing
and scatter seeds to bloom in Spring.
Come out to play and we will meet.
I'll swirl the leaves around your feet,
or send your kite way up high
to tickle the face of the sky.
Who am I?
March 24, 2024
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 pink petals stand tall
against dawn's breeze, as I gently sway,
dancing to nature's timeless rhythm.
I can hear the sweet call of the Chickadees,
as cheeky chipmunks raid brimming bird feeders.
Some claim I am controversial and invasive,
but I am a beacon of resilience -
a haven for bees and butterflies.
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 night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
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 tease
Thinking I did cower--
--the day-- I did not seize
the breeze went with cow herds
(forsook for milk and cheese!!)
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"You're A Flower In My Garden" Poetry Contest by Tania Kitchin
--meets--
"Wind and Window Flower" by Robert Frost
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 your rainbow garden
Patiently nurturing overbearing bees
Sucking on my nectar even as the bold
Butterflies compete with a certain cool ease;
Bringing glorious sunshine into your tedious life
And soaking in all the irresistible Sun power
Making you smile like a proud florist you've never been
In your garden of love, I’m your alluring Sunflower
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...the Lion
Roar
thump thump
thud
thump
'cross it's habitat
the
admirable
threat
likewise
the
Bird-of Paradise
it's miraculous
how'd
Jehovah God Almighty
do that
then
for the moment
imagine
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mine
eccentric
me
.)
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 the ocean view
That bares itself for me and sips on the morning dew
Afterwards, I revere my wings, brushing them clean
And making sure my feathers shine and gleam!
When my stomach rumbles
I leave my comfort and fly towards where
The winds push me, while I smile and sing along
With the clouds and the blue skies
At the bliss that makes my heart tremble and shake,
For, being a wild bird
Requires being alone and being alone allows me
To enjoy a peace of mind that is known only
To a select few whose souls are connected
To the blissful vibes being sent to us from our earth!
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 can turn 270 degrees
So my eyesight is extremely good
Under cover of dark I lurk in the shadows
So you may not see me in the wood
I have two enormous eyes to see my prey
My face is shaped like a heart
I have a beak instead of a nose
I swoop on a mouse like a dart
I am a master of clever disguise
My feathers can camouflage me
You may not even be aware I’m there
I can blend in with the bark of a tree
Soar high with us midst zestful freedom…
Let’s ascend above the clouds
Fulfilling our functional role so crucial
In keeping the gentle balance of the ecosystem in check.
Fly with us through our mighty wings
Optimizing our heavy legs and powerful claws
Propelled by courage as we symbolize our nation
For bravery and strength.
As the lords of the skies
We are the world’s largest eagles
And can only be found in our country
That has each of us as the “National Bird.”
We pray for our survival, thanking God
For our protection with concerned citizens’ support
As we are critically endangered due to
Deforestation and habitat destruction.