Short Goldfinches Poems
Short Goldfinches Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Goldfinches by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Goldfinches by length and keyword.
Why aren't any graceful gracious go flinches going to the glorious grassy groves~
8/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
goldfinches feeding
many yellow and black stripes
bunches of finches
forming a single creature
a yellow jacketed wasp
see the wasp devouring
Why aren't any grey, green goldfinches going to the grubby, greedy goodies
gatherings?
1/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
blooming and bobbing
flower power head turner~
feasting goldfinches
I passed a dancing sunflower on my walk today,
out sprang a goldfinch.
8/3/2020
snow still on the ground
blue birds, goldfinches, doves feed.....
woodpecker taps, taps
poplar tree is shedding blooms
last year's beauty falls for food
sat in the sun
while the goldfinches
chattered,
acknowledged
in their lesser shades
of glory
I sat in the shadow
of a red oak tree
and drew their feathered,
frantic souls
next to stiller,
yellower
houses
next to a stiller,
yellower sun
one red cardinal
sings to two goldfinches, as
three spring robins prance
One bright red cardinal sings his two spring mating songs
as goldfinches watch three robins prance, signs winter is gone
2/26/19
CharlieKucoup Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Silver haired, the year
rests in the field.
Crows gather
on the sycamore bones.
The day is like glass.
Winter lurks
in the shadows.
In brittle glades,
papery pods protect
the last seeds.
Spiky coneflowers stand tall;
the goldfinches had their harvest.
Everywhere signs
of a cycle
fulfilled.
December 24, 2017
Red robin searches for worms
Goldfinches out in the storm
Hummingbirds flutter about
A red squirrel chirps and spouts
Worms near wet feathers of red
Storm drops on hummingbird's head
About, a finch lands on seed
Spouts from red squirrels with greed
3/11/19
Jueju-Qijue With A Twist Contest
Sponsor:Charles Messina
Springtime
Dreaming of warmth
Flower stems peeking out
Vibrant, rainbow colored petals
Warm morning breeze wafting of lilac blooms
Hummingbirds sipping at feeders
Chartreuse goldfinches sing
Perching in trees
Springtime
1/15/23
Contest: Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of Spring's Return
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
( used howmanysyllables to check poem)
They were a pair
a match set.
He, brilliant yellow with black lined wings,
she, a mottled green tinged brown.
As she ate seedlings from the echinacea
he waited and watched.
they each sing out their separate songs
a tweeting when to move on get along.
A whistling stirred by the wind
recalling where to
where they've been
Goldfinches on breeze.
for tea, or appreciating sunsets,
or finding garnets in the river
before I turn forty.
There isn’t time
for another funny poem
about marriage and parenting
a preteen,
analyzing
my aging eyes,
or my aging knees
before I turn
forty.
There isn’t time
for cinnamon incense
or spying goldfinches
on tall evergreen
branches
on the last days of March
alone
before
I
turn
forty.
One goldfinch rest upon a weed
Eats a few seeds from the spirea
Lands on birdbath's rim, drinks his fill
Across my vision, black butterfly unreal
two unusual
sightings in a few minutes....
Georgia summer morn
We don't usually see Goldfinches here unless it is in their spring migration or their fall migration, so I was shocked. We don't see many of those black butterflies either.
On cleared and cultivated land,
exotic weeds and thistle stand,
whose seed is sought in great demand,
so farmers gain a helping hand.
This alien now does belong;
common is this bird’s distinctive song.
Spring courtship and a breeding throng;
autumn flocks keep bonding strong.
A buffy wash midst shades of brown,
and red-faced with a blackened crown,
gold bars on wings; prefer a town,
Goldfinches never let us down.
Trees and shrubs are slowly waking, showing new growth and buds
Crocuses and daffodils are pushing up through the snow and ice
Snow is melting and the grounds are thawing into fresh mud
Eagles and hawks are out soaring in the sky looking for mice
Goldfinches feeding on seed are appearing more yellow and bright
Spring is a great time to enjoy all of nature's new delights
3/30/19
Writing Challenge 6, 6 Lines Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars,
Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars,
Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars,
Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours.
Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs,
Adding to the happy heart's memory, with lasting powers,
A summer night of music, and frog and cricket repertoires,
Such days will be remembered, in hued autumn's memoirs.
Where are the birds that I use to see?
Have they been captured and cannot flee?
Did they migrate to a warmer bog?
Or did they get lost in the fog.
A few perhaps gather here to feed
Splash in the bird bath and do what they need
Perched amongst the lilac branches
Goldfinches adding color which enhances.
The calling sounds and the fluttering wings
Such a delightful joy that it brings,
It’s not the weather I can’t blame that
Maybe a delayed start on the trip back.