Short Fledgling Poems
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The poet’s
Picture lyrics
Slip from the tongue
To pen,
Greening the soul
And feeding the
Fledgling efforts
Of the muse.
aged oak branches out —
fledgling opens palm to clutch
the mentor’s handshake
Kim Rodrigues © 1/18/2022
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Fledgling child unclasps
Turns and flees,
Away unhitched.
Blatant rebel, free
Rejects parents as uncool,
But as an adult, reunites.
Cupped white, dusky pink.
Satin gills softly breathing,
Catalyst of spring.
Pert, prayerful votive lights
Opening like fledgling beaks
Tragedy of human affairs
fledgling...a comedy of errors
incidental....accidental
awkward,as we clumsily stumble
Youth
fledgling, callow
generation rising, aging, accepting
cars, jobs, regrets, pains
secluding, denying, resenting
tolerating, unaccepting
adulthood
Radiant sunset covers
Shafts of dimming colors
Awe of daylight jewels
Light beclouding visuals
A sight stunner of purity
In belly of fledgling piety
Delight...
First flight
From nest
Tries best
Hits tree
Dear me!
Bent beak
Loud squeak
Throbbin
Robin
11-29-17
A mother's love for fledgling
pride and honour to her depth's core
~ larger-than-life future about to unfold
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
dead in the ocean with a broken neck ~ a fledgling chick hits the deck
dragged down below the waves ~ can angelfish fathom a watery grave
By
David Kavanagh
The little former
fledgling
led me on a
cat and mouse
through the trees
and to his house
there
by the moonlight
gave me a nightcap
for Christmas
and bade me
goodnight.
Fledgling birds cry out
From their refuge on the ground --
Feline hunter stalks
July 5, 2017
For The Premium Haiku contest II
Sponsored by Chris D. Aechtner
In most things a fledgling
to some degree
A novice at love
and what’s not to be
Indentured forever
beyond my leave
And only an expert
—at being me
(The New Room: June, 2021)
I remember snowdrops
in the fledgling spring,
in the veins of sleet
where the mill torrent raged.
How bejewelled cobwebs
to the reeds would cling,
and how all but that memory
has aged...
Bright
shines spring's
fledgling sun.
New blooms praise her,
inspiring élan.
Now effusive,
she conquers
winter's
dun.
4/7/2021
Written for Caren Krutsinger's "Spring Ninette" poetry contest.
A mouthful
of hate
A bullhorn
of lies
Dissected
infected
With terminal
pride
Conscripting
the fledgling
Embedded
in brine
Indicted
convicted
True felons
— of time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
oils
brushes
on canvas
watercolors
palette and easel
painting with acrylics
lady walking on the beach
signed and framed without illusions
fledgling artist, learning new techniques
Of mind
heart and soul
poetic thoughts
express fledgling feelings...
in verse.
(Cinqku)
05/05/2020
Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Line used "Of Mind"
weed covers the pond-
a crested grebe
dives for treasure
a puffed up firecrest
alights upon
our smoke tree
a dawn delicacy-
the mistlethrush's
everyday grub
out of the nest-
the fledgling hopes
mother finds a worm
taking the long way
Grandma with her stick and me
ankle deep cold creek
homing pigeons rise
circling evening skies
fledgling blue-bars in training
blackberry stained lips
sipping hot sassafras tea
fireflies welcome home
Drowning
A fledgling flew,
alas, wings to small and weak
it landed in a puddle
and quickly drowned.
Tiny tot too dies easily
in ponds
lakes
rivers
bath tubs
and in the Mediterranean Sea
only few of them
die by accident.
A very novice poet am I,
a fledgling, just learning how to fly.
My thoughts may climb as I flap my wings
but my anchored feet to this earth still clings.
I hope in time these wings won't teeter
and I can soar in a different meter.
I thought that I could judge
Another fledgling poet's worth
Like if, it's up to me
Who is worth their place on earth
But the truth be known, I feel
As I read each written word
That's you're all a number One
Of the poems that I've heard
The golden eagle flies through the clouds so swift and easy,
And a tree with nest is her stay for years of three;
One or two fledgling young espouse colour as marking,
Hear her calling them, just them, when elegantly swooping.
22/10/2015
In the budding year
when skies are drear
I hope to hone
with mind and bone
gilded words of fire
designed in love’s attire.
As merry bees rouse
and swarm ripe boughs
may glad verse run
before the first sun
like streams of honey
to gift me money.