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.


Premium MemberThe Sun Sleeps In

     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


Premium Member'Whew'

     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’

Premium MemberI AM A Date Palm

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.

Premium MemberHe's got all the time in the world

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

Premium MemberShe

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.


Premium MemberThe Sparrow

“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.

Premium MemberWho Am I?

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
© Jan Terry  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberLupine

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.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberMirabilis jalapa

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!

Premium MemberBased on a Robert Frost poem

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!!)



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're A Flower In My Garden" Poetry Contest by Tania Kitchin --meets-- "Wind and Window Flower" by Robert Frost

Premium MemberSunflower

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
© MB Farookh  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Memberif your's can imagine

.

              ...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
                      i
                   mine
                eccentric
                    me
                     .)

Premium MemberWild Birds

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!

Premium MemberWild Birds Poetry Contest


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

Premium MemberWILD BIRDS

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.

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