Short Red Bird Poems
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Young red bird
Humble sky
Ides of March
Tears explode
Inside
Live forever
Refuse to die
Young red bird
You stretch
The Sky
A cardinal peeps
From behind a tree
If I had any berries
I’d feed them to thee
There is no finer
Poetry
Than a cardinal peeping
From behind a tree
August 1 poem #2 in the garden
Red bird, red bird rare that you are in my front yard.
Sun rays glistening softly on your back as you fly away.
My door opening startling your resting on a branch.
Come back soon just to say hello.
lackluster autumn
a little red bird coming
betrayed by the trees
tweeting and humming
this little red bird flying
from flowers to trees
9/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Flower of pain
Beauty so insane
Couldn't grasp the reflection
Overdosing the addiction
Hidden in blood and bones
Silence unknown
No ears for advice
No music, just ice
Metal it hurts
Run little red bird
the red bird
wingless broken n
condemned in the last
cruel war of the sexes la-
nds on my shoulder polite-
ly bleeding yellowish serum
dropping golden sun shine
singing bamboos at the
court yard of moon
Form:
My squirrel is
sneaking up the bark
of the mulberry tree,
trying to remain
hidden as he
steals giant
paw fulls of
bird seed out
of my red bird feeder.
I smile at his smartness.
And his sneakiness at
not being seen.
A cardinal’s perched on a limb
alert on a branch long fallen
from the poplar I’d planned to trim.
But I never planned to receive
a red bird bright in front of me—
a gift so stark and soon to leave.
July 6, 2016
for Tell Me Contest
Kingfisher
kingfisher red bird
owns kinetic art to dive
to catch floating fish.
07/26/18
'Son of a Senryu' Contest by Brahn Bailey
KINGFISHER
Kingfisher smart red bird.
Keen sharp eye sight to own.
Keeps an eye on river.
Knows to catch floating fish.
Kindness lacks for fry too.
Kinetic art to dive.
Kudos in swooping down.
I heard a bird, A sweet red bird,
So I stepped out back to see.
Mrs. Mockingbird, told all she heard.
What a gossip she turned out to be.
I knew it was wrong, but I let her go on,
Singing that redbird melody.
At the end of the song, she nodded so long,
Flew away to a mulberry tree.
In the stillness of a cool, spring morning,
A cardinal’s heart is heavy – he’s heartbroken.
Softly calling for the lover he is mourning.
Thumps noisily against the clear glass pane,
Reflecting the scarlet bird, lost in his grief,
Striking the window, again and again – is he insane?
trees of green
the trees so lush and green
such beauty all around
you can’t help but notice
the flowers blooming
all along the way
a lone red bird perched
high upon a limb
calls out can you
hear me can you hear me
as the sun goes down
another day has
come and gone
and you wait anticipating
the sunrise of tomorrow
KINGFISHER
kingfisher swoops down
red bird sharp strong eye-sighted -
keen kinetic dive
10/26/18
Haiku- Senryu Writing Challenge October 2018'
Third place
Contest by Dear Heart a.k.a. broken wings
a cardinal came
daily in winter's garden....
after daddy's death
May you come to find comfort in and remember:
Cardinals appear when angels are near.
So go now, sit outside and drink your tea.
Keep a look out for the little red bird —
It is there, your loved one will be. Copied from the internet
Fog rolling through the trees
Like a gray threadbare blanket
Sun rising from the marsh
Like a fire just coming to life
The birds begin an awkward song
That soon finds its harmony
As water drops give a back beat
Geese honk across the sky
My soul has found it salve
In this haven of blissfulness
Just along the golden shores
Of that beautiful Red Bird Creek
beautiful red bird singing and eating your seed oh how I love you
Date Written:1/18/2021
5 Place
A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku
Contest Judged:1/22/2021
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
red bird of winter
crimson feathered male waiting ~
bird feeder crowded
____________________
January 18, 2021
Poetry/haiku/cardinal
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1321-938-18
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest,
A Cardinal, Blue Jay or Chickadee Haiku
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 01/22/2021
Second Place
My mind can be like a red bird free
flying from thought to thought
suddenly a new subject enters
And ideas fly like splinters of old wood
carved by imagination into new shapes
new faces new subjects new loves new doves
never occurred to me to use this in poetry
but I try and well this is the end result
my A.D.D. is mind poetry
freeing of thought from rules and creating jewels
The white bird is a fish, diving and rising and diving again.
The grey bird is a lazy frog, sitting on the lamp post.
The blue bird is a boomerang, circling back to where she's started.
The red bird is a needle, heading her way into the thicket.
The green bird is a dart, zipping her way through the sky on a fine, narrow path.
2018
Her bare arms glazed with crystal clear ice
capped with the glimmer of fresh winter flakes
Frozen beauty as her branches reach to Heaven
amidst the landscape of pure white snow
Fragile but aflame roars the brilliance
of his deep ruby red feather coat
as a cardinal huddles in her mid limb
Shinning like the beacon of a distant lighthouse
adrift in the vastness of an alabaster wilderness
The mouth is a red bird,
of rested blood...
Pause notes,
stopped wait for precise moment
the right time to wake up
unleash the madness
on the other bird of mine...
Kiss and implement wishes,
incites insane flights,
increases sensations
true or false...
Causes shocks and revelations
creating earthquakes
and avalanches, but with
immeasurable pleasure
create solid bonds
of love... !
Yesterday, as if by chance
I saw a red bird sitting on a branch
He didn't move or make a sound
He just sat there looking down
I waited just to see him fly
And found myself about to cry
To see him look so sad and still
I wondered if he'd lost his will
As he began to take flight
I blew three kisses at the sight
I wished for happiness and to be free
I prayed to be healthy, Blessed be.
my pretty red bird - wears a white coat of snow.
My fun and very best friend Dan,
and I built a huge snowman.
on the snowman sits my bird,
singing with the jaybird.
the sun is out our snowman gets a tan.
Will he melt away,
I love my red bird - snowman
My two winter friends.
We have a new boss; the jungle association was told.
He is carefree and relaxed, and he looks raggedy and old.
I saw a new guy lying on his back, lollygagging in a tree.
I had no idea who this lazy interloper could be.
He’s the new boss said the tiger and a red bird.
That lazy dude? I thought this was insanely absurd.
Nothing made him angry, he was cool and calm as a tree.
After a while having a sloth for a boss seemed the best to me.