Short Trilling Poems
Short Trilling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trilling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trilling by length and keyword.
cardinal
red feathered
trilling tittering tweeting
beak bird acorn oak
scampering, frolicking, chasing
brown, furry
squirrel
flakes dance on glassy shore as jays perch low… trilling heart-frozen cries
In one line (monoku #9) Contest, PD
3/15/2016
Contest: Songbird Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Written 8-17-2021
confident robin
trilling beauty through the air
my day is complete
outside my window
birds sing to the setting sun
the sunset's colours
and the trilling of the birds
is my soul's meditation
From my window, hidden I hear,
birds trilling mantras
enigmatic sounds that I don't even know...
Birds trilling, its 5am.'
Days end move, decided
Grit despises.) Fear inside.
Strength..' Calls for the testing
Many demands.. Unseen awaits..!
stride of kinetic mind
twiddle-dee-dee dum tulips
songbirds in sunshine
a litany of lit trees
dayspring trilling as I walk
emerald clover
luxurious and verdant
a field of dreams
meadow lark trilling
approval from morning sky
our country living
verdant living clover trilling sky dreams
blossoms and song birds
trilling for spring's ardent joy ~
life begins anew
2/24/2021
Spring - Traditional Haiku
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
A humble name,
Trilling far beyond river
For his music
Flows into the grandest ocean
Leaving land
Aquiver
-Snaperdoodlyay, Laura Breidenthal
-For Giorgio Veneto's Laconic Verse Contest
trilling of a Jay
trickles through forest's shelter
trees gently whisper~
tales of tough survival
time sleeps below leprous barks.
Birds
trilling,
butterflies
flitting, flora
arrayed in colors
of the rainbow,
delighting
buzzing
bees.
4/7/21
Entered in Caren Krutsinger's
Spring Ninette Contest
Hazed horizons
hanging low,
Lines of clouds
that start to go
Higher till their over head.
Trilling notes from hawks
on high
Riding winds
within the sky,
Call the sun to bed6-19-
Ozark Mountain trails my small bare feet once knew
where whippoorwills stitched dusk with trilling song.
The hills held dusk and my dreams in shades of pine blue
and taught my heart where quiet souls belong.
Confined within the rusty iron bars to hop and trip
Wishing to fly aloft into Heaven's seamless starry heights
A bird beats her wings in vain but trilling in sweet sad notes!
poetic trilling
faded pink cardinals swoop
red squirrel turns tail
deer knocks down feeder
mushy birdseed on the ground
bashed feeder lies limp
holiday singing
winter brings ice frost and snow
jay watches and waits
sky lark bringing joy
as you serenade with song
trilling notes soaring
for such a plain bird
you change into beauty
as you sing your tunes
you uplift spirits
when you appear foretelling spring
with your golden tones
it
is
so
quiet
here
no
noise..
then
a
voice
singing
trilling
so
thrilling
a
supremo
supreme
to
soliloquy
Inspired by Puccini angelica
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
verdant grassy knoll, cardinal flying warm summery sun
lullaby ready buzzing of jet plane, gorgeous memories
scent of sweet lilacs, drone of lawnmower and songbirds trilling
Written 5-23-2020
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Sijo
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Terror unending
Bliss unendured
Iron will unbending
Love unsecured
If God be willing
Truth will be found
In some bird's bright trilling
In some bell-like sound
And if walls should crumble
And towers should fall
My heart will be found
Buried under it all
sitting here
at the keyboard,
lettered blue notes
flow with rhythmic melodies
inking bars of varied clefts
of poetic pitch
rising from
B flat decrescendos
to C sharp crescendos—
peaking trilling lights of truth
from a major second:
gifted by the most high first
It was exciting and thrilling
To see the stadium filling
Though the day was a’chilling
People around were soon milling
Like pickles in jars sagely dilling
Notice that the Jacks were a’Jilling
Poets in attendance were quilling
Blue jays and cardinals were trilling
I long to ink the sunrise pink
in hues of Dawn's innocent blush.
On the brink of sunlight's first wink,
I long to ink the sunrise pink.
Songbirds are in melodic sync,
trilling as lovely as the thrush.
I long to ink the sunrise pink
in hues of Dawn's innocent blush.
This is romantic bird magic the cardinal said about the love birds blue
The excited youngsters were trilling and tweeting in April’s dew.
The smitten joyful couple was happy to take photos, curtesy and coo.
That’s the way it is, when love is true, said the cardinal, matchmaker Sue.