Short Thrush Poems
Short Thrush Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Thrush by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Thrush by length and keyword.
Hermit thrush
hops, hovers, flips, flicks
gawping shy
modest nest
cup of moss, weeds, twigs, rootlets
sings so Oh! holy
did he do it,did he do it
Judy did,Judy did
come out,come out-
The song thrush shouts
Brian Strand Entry for Twenty Twenty contest
oh lord
what bird is free
in
spirit
with thee
that
thrush its wings
through
the
singing sky
with
words
above
the
shining sea
Little speckled thrush
always in such a hurry
more Spring Songs to sing.
8th June 2017.
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Blackbird Haiku
Blackbird sings so sweet
Song Thrush adorns black clothing
Bring joy to the World
Written 25.7.18 for Tania's
Haiku Bird themed contest
Wildlife 7
An excitable speckly young thrush,
Flew down from a tree in a rush,
He felt sure that he'd heard
A like minded bird,
But he just made a poor robin blush!
The sweetest sound,
In all the world
Before we
Take our
Last breath,
We thrush
This thorn
Inside our breast
Thorn birds
Singing their
Sweet songs,
At night
Haiku competition for Raul Moreno (as per his photograph submitted)
Brambles cloaked with green
Spring sunlight gleams through the trees
Wood thrush in full song.
xanthic daffodils
sway on a cool morning breeze
song thrush breaks snail shell
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8/7/18
tall tree trivet tents
tempt thrush toucan and trogon ---
tantalizingly tempting
crude cute corals crawl
calm candescent capricious ---
caressing captivating
10 January 2023
Why is Venus called the god of love
If you knew Samantha, she makes guys gush
A technique so cunning
Downright stunning
Grabs us by the “blank” as we sing like a wood thrush
The fledging thrush appreciate
their Mothers rung
Fresh worms
Fleet less they aspire
to fly
Secure in nest
an eiderdown of feathers
they hang onto
every tweet
mindful their day will come
Thy Wishes, Succeed Thy Will,
Thee Precepass Of Thee, Undecided . . .
Twas Thee That entakes the Wound,
To impose onto Thee, Thrush,
Thy Wound is'en Extacey of Thy
Encombress . . .
Of Thy Soul
How do we describe the true meaning of love
It's the ultimate joy, no greater feeling above
Like the song of a thrush
Makes our heart blush
Especially if we're caught doing it in the underbrush
Outside the classroom
Sun and cloud dapple the vale
Thrush rehearses triple phrase
The while overhead
Lark ascends in descant stream
Studies the Elysian scene
2 May 2019
Contest: Bite sized poem No.4
How do we describe the true meaning of love
It's the ultimate joy, no greater feeling above
Like the song of a thrush
Makes your heart blush
Especially if you're caught doing it in the underbrush
How do we describe the true meaning of love
It's the ultimate joy, no greater feeling above
Like the song of a thrush
Makes your heart blush
Especially if you're caught doing it in the underbrush
when ambient spirits surrender
that fade into
the blessed night
heavenly stars remember
let us
breathe the good night
the
deep-red young thrush
Shall
bring us new the light
while
day chooses the night
Winter’s
end thankfully,
the fresh air of spring soon
beholding with Thrush and Blackbird,
and the Bumble Bee busily humming
along avenues of lilac,
while dry stone walls blend with
the morning mist
at peace!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Am i lucky or am i worthy
For u art thou beauty
U touch thine heart
With thee charm
Thou shall see the blood thrush
Through the veins of thy love
And manifest the breath
taken by the wind
Am i lucky or am i worthy
I AM BOTH
Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.
No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of trilling notes
Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.
Suzanne Delaney
a hush -
until I spot
a thrush
it brings
spring when sweetly
it sings
I fill
with joy, and dip
my quill!
written 11/29/14 by andrea dietrich
for the WHISPERS OF A MUSE - Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
The egret was poking along thorough the brush
A bull name of King began to get a giant crush
The last love interest he had was a tiny blue thrush
He offered the egret a bite of his oatmeal mush
She declined politely, as had that blue thrush
Crow magpie and dove
Blackbird thrush robin and wren
The pecking order .....
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Lunch ~time at our bird~table ; NOT as we wish , but the reality of how it IS !!..
On moss covered log I sit to rest; a yellow robin shows no fear,
there's continual rippling water, a ground thrush feeding near.
Maidenhair droops down the weathered bank; a currawong mournfully cries …
for this one afternoon I feel - I'm lost in paradise.