Short Naturebird Poems

Short Naturebird Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Naturebird by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Naturebird by length and keyword.


Little Bird First Flight

Little bird in the nest,
had to fly, had to test.

Feathers all grown,
has to make it all alone.

Wings spread out,
he knows what it's about.

Sours through the sky,
so very high.

Little bird first flight,
and now he's out of sight.

wrote 9-1-08
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Fly Like An Eagle

Fly like an Eagle
Soaring so high
On thermal winds
On the open sky
 
Pride in their glide
Awesome in pose
Downward wings
Upward flows
 
The elegant Eagle
Feathered in brown
Spanned for flight
A bird so right
 
To stand below
And look above
This bird of birds
I've grown to love.
Form: Rhyme

Fox On the Pond

Piece of wood on
    the pond, just
sitting there so still,
   not long ago,

a strange bird was,
keeping you company,
funny I didn't ,
   see it before,

but at certain,
  places I stand,
by the pond,
  you look just,

   like a fox,
or maybe you,
are what drove,
   that old strange
   bird away.

wrote 7-31-07  at Lowell Ponds

Premium Member The Mocking Bird Sat

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                                          The Mocking Bird Sat
                                          Quizzically looking in...
                                        Broken drained bird bath






(My bird bath is 
broken..The 
Mocking Bird
sat on the rim
looking at me
in the kitchen
like he was 
asking me 
what is wrong here.)
Form: Haiku

Premium Member The Lake of the Regal

On a gentle flowing lake
Beneath the skies of spring
The waters of the lake are graced
By a bird so awe inspiring

Feathers of virgin white
Their plumage in regal show
So majestic in their stance
Upon the waters glow

This bird so proud and beautiful
So elegant in their display
Treasured royalty of nature
The swans on the lake that day




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
Form: Quatrain


Made

A bird can soar by nature
if wings were clipped 
he would still be a bird
or would he.

limited to "opposite his instincts"
he would become ashamed
if he knew what was expected
Grounded.

When our wings are clipped we
are labled and segregated
not human by category
something else, something pitiful.

Looked upon as less of a whole by appearance
No empathy, no sympathy, just disgust
and the Poster-human of what never to become,
a bird that can't fly.

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