Robin Poems - Poems about Robin

Red Robin was busy building his nest From an old fluorescent hunter's vest It was a bright sight, and to his delight All the female Robins were so impressed!...

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The bright sunshine signalled a new dawn, Lazily, I stretched and yawned, Not truly ready to face the day, As I looked out of my window, my neighbour shouted, it’s beautiful today. On a thin and fragile branch, I noticed a Robin was resting his feet, A charmer he was , and to my eyes, he was a treat, His colourful...

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Magna Carta Charter that determined the King does Not have absolute power for he may not reign at his own self-centered whim, nae! much of his authority must be siphoned off Relinquished to Earls, Lords, Barons, Bishops Knights no longer must blindly obey The king and his subjects convened on the dewy emerald green meadows Of Runnymede King John was compelled to sign the Magna Carta With...

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bright blue Robin eggs in the nest outside my door my home is their home Heidi Sands 5/10/25 (C)opyright...

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Maternal builders Patiently gather debris Fragile wombs of blue...

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Fat Robin ...

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spring time morning sun feeding robin on plum tree~ silence of strollers ...

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Eternal love is considerate, in its presence ~ gliders grace with elegance—Poet All true and deep love is a sacrifice—Carl Jung ...

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The real Robin Hood took from the rich to give to the poor That tail is for sure Our Modern Day, Robin Hood straight from Washington, DC White House from the poor giving to the rich There no enchanted forest, but a person who thinks he is a king of the United States Robin Hood gave to the poor Robin...

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In hasty beats, rhythms so sweet Wrens soar and chase, crooning softly Such gentle pleasures, with a ready tweet Robins climb through the skies, rising Over the mountains, their wings greet Flying high, laughing proudly across the peaks ...

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The robin redbreast is hardly afraid, He is not afraid of cemeteries, Seeing me, he lands on the grave of the Bouvier family, Looks at me, then flies on that of Cécile Kerneis, Since he is Breton, the bird waits for me a little, And flies again to the tomb in black marble of a man named Brélivet, The robin redbreast...

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“The melody of birdsong resonates the tune of companionship in the silent ether of loneliness” – Quote by poet In one seraphic spring’s glowing dawn pearly, I saw a delicately weaved artwork of bird nest, nestled on the magnificent magnolia tree. Its baroque bough in full bloom at the crest over the backyard lawn, sparkling at its best....

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"Predators lurk in darkness. Sometimes however cautious we are, they jump upon us to play havoc. We build dreams, but never know when cruel fate comes to shatter them. Life is so unpredictable."--- ~ By Poet~ On a tree, the Robin built a nest of intricate design, A beautiful piece of art unmatched in décor! It was amid...

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Blithe breaks at the illumination of muted yellow leaves, so alive, nearly laughing like children; still life clinging. Autumnal blouse of painted bark and pretty sleeves. Silence of bluebirds and red robins - inward singing. The rake’s barely broken earth, a few clingers at task. Season’s copacetic with only a tinge or tingle of coolness. Time’s fallen back as I read...

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Hi dear friends, I’m back after a bad shingles attack and straight after that bronchitis verging on pneumonia. Little Robin red breast bobbing up and down, Would take away with glee, anybody’s frown And friendly buzzing Mr Bumble bee delights, Us one and all, he does not sting, it’s not his thing. He visits flowers , red, yellow purple ,...

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