Short Birdless Poems
Short Birdless Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Birdless by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Birdless by length and keyword.
My Religion Is Dying
plastic seas sick and
dissipating birdless skies
swaddle ash and dust
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Categories:
birdless, bereavement, bird, earth, environment, religion,
Form:
Haiku
Frosty Day In the City
FROSTY DAY IN THE CITY
Wetless day, birdless trees,
Witless denizens of metropolis
Long await the bus into
The delights of Manchester.
Townless bus waiters -
Their earphones are essential
For Deaf Man’s Buff -
Tuneless music....
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Categories:
birdless, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Moment By Myself
Under this asphalt sky
i sit pondering life
enjoying these quiet hours of the night
by myself
no unwanted guests
to throw me off my thoughts
I sit for hours
then miraculously
the dawn breaks through the night
like a knife
awakening every critter
the birdless sky
begins to fill with life and sound
I am embracing every moment...
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Categories:
birdless, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Free verse
A Cause and Effects
*Image of Ashes Volcanoes Eruptions by Pixabay.
A Cause and Effects
Richter scale gets dynamic
Seismic activity is registering
Voluminous debris goes errant
Birdless skies turn smoke-bound
Land beasts scurry about cornered
Afterward, man gasp-nature acts asap
2021 June 28
*HM*
Bite Size Poem no.9
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2021 July 02...
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Categories:
birdless, change, men, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Basra, 2004
Basra, 2004
He doesn’t cry about it
anymore. No tears
in years. On occasion, though,
those who know him
see his good arm fly,
fist up, just above his eye.
So far the sun each time
has backed away,
allowing him to walk,
his good arm ready,
through the village
one more time
where he and others
picked off Shia
on a birdless
summer day.
Donal Mahoney...
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Categories:
birdless, war
Form:
Free verse
Mission Accomplished
Mission Accomplished
Basra, 2005
He doesn’t cry about it
anymore. No tears
in years. On occasion, though,
those who know him
see his good arm fly,
fist up, just above his eye.
So far the sun each time
has backed away,
allowing him to walk,
his good arm ready,
through the village
one more time
where he and others
picked off Shia
on a birdless
summer day.
Donal Mahoney...
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Categories:
birdless, confusion
Form:
Free verse