Short Warble Poems
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a witch and a pet aardvark
broom to an amusement park
with a mic in hand
and dave brubecks band
warble a strange meadowlark.
breeze rustling softly
sunrays filter through the clouds ~
finches warble cheer
5th April 2023
For Tania Kitchin's "A new Nature themed haiku" contest
Good morning dear friends, it's a brand new day
Put a smile on your kisser and warble away
You only go round once
So don't count the months
Just giggle and chuckle and enjoy it, I say
Those eyes
Of the old owl
Open when stars awake
Tarry in peace in taproot trees
Around the absence of colorless nights
A warble of the question whooo...
Solemn and wise thinking
Nocturnal thoughts
Watching
Good morning dear friends, it's a brand new day
Put a smile on your kisser and warble away
You only go round once
So don't count the months
Just giggle and chuckle and enjoy it, I say
© Jack Ellison 2015
Carriage of soul
Wanders alone
In thought. The bone
From rails creaking.
Nightingale dips
To warble, sing.
Hymns on upswing
Drive soul afire.
Ride On A Pathya Vat
nette onclaud contest ( carriage)
posted by Rora Onna, 3 August 2014
Bubbling
As I peeked inside a drum
Of beer brewed by mum
I espied exploding bubble
Like lips exuding warble!
There's something in yeast
(That inflate us to a Beast)
Fomenting guts to replete
Then at last dignity delete!
22nd Aug 2013
Her sparkling words seemed strung as gems
Upon a lyric golden chain
Her songs settled soft as fresh falling snow.
Now haunting hearts in huts heard on the heath,
Mourning on moonless nights, warble music
Such as soundless Sharon once sweetly sung.
Ample is the rising sun
That alights the furthest mountain –
A carmine drape upon every hill –
Exciting the birds to warble.
Ample, too, is the evening sun
That paints a nebulous curtain –
Quickly changing the palette until
Bringing the good day to shutter.
Once
dormant
seeds bloom in
white, red and pink
tulips with perfumed
primrose on a green quilt.
Basking in warmer weather,
warblers warble a sweet chorus,
perched on branches with fresh verdant leaves,
as nature revives its breath taking charm.
Nightingale, the full moon rises
sing me from the Sassafras:
mock the sounds of motors passing,
trill sweet of the small brook's flow,
warble out a troubadour's tale,
call my trembling dear to me.
Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Night Creatures
Nightingale #5
Date: 1/13/15
What is is we call life?
A mash of parapsychological events,
Some that vessel sweetness and soul,
Some that conjure misery and toll
For our most unmoonlit moments
Can be most silvery and resplendent to another
Life and Time as it seems
Are but humming moments
Who warble the song of a whizzing dream
Form:
Each morning I hear the warbling
As she sits in my tree
She greets the day in happiness
And when I go to water my plants
She follows me closely
I fill her bowl with cool water
Next I see her taking a drink
And she will take my offered bread
Then she sits in the tree
To warble the day in.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Say it again, or say nothing
But maybe just little something
Something that must be said
To be replied or fall dead
Birdies repeat their songs
They warble and sing all day long
Other creatures do the same
No matter of their name
Every life tells its tale
It may sound bright, or pale
Same as the light of dawn
Shone before we were born.
Spring Hiku 12
wrens warble on trees
river r a
m b le
s
to the sea
of i n f i n I t y.
What do I know!
What do you know!
And the sound’s,
Warble from church tower
And minaret
And the spring, river
And the wind
While continuing their flow
In the ground
What do they know?
And the spirits busy
Without even knowing they are!
And I who do not saw things
As you see it
How could I know things that have never been seen?
SOMEWHERE ON TOP
Breathing free, I behold--
sash-like fluffy blue clouds
hugging mountain-waists.
Nearby, terrace of trees greets
and falls that warble deep.
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©O.E. Guillermo
05:20 PM, January 10, 2015
30 syllables
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Creatures chirrup, chirp and tweet
Or warble in their way,
All so that in case they meet,
They’ll know just what to say.
It’s kind of like a human text
Or email or a call,
Preparing what to talk of next
If they connect at all.
Or maybe all this reaching out
Is just to hear expressed
The sounds that show what we’re about
To set our minds at rest.
When sunset red unfurls and glows
each beam an opal groove and veil,
till August floats in warm repose
when sunset red unfurls and glows.
The nightingales warble in rows
Bewitching hours as I exhale;
When sunset red unfurls and glows
each beam an opal groove and veil.
Andrea Dietrich's One Lovely Summer Triolet
5/29/2015.
Cuddles are warble of affection
that without or with words apply,
magicians of light burst alone
that no exhortations we need...
Gestures that allow us to levitate
hands in energetic passes
ways that allow us to hover,
sane, saved believers not skeptical...
In sweet caresses become light,
in sweet caresses, pains are brief...!
Crystal doorstep, crystal swing!
Carry me to our angels nest, made into our holy, twigged love-ring.
Where the softest of all gentlest raindrops,
May bless us under a silent, verdant, velvet, luxurious top.
Warble songs of sweetness to my most humble bowed head.
Do read me poetry, till God's silvered-moon ascends!
11-7-2020
By which p a t h
Spring's delicate
mouth ?
shall i step
u p o n
f a l
ling hope?
For forgiveness
that eats upon
a grand table of
exquisite food?
By warble of mid-
day's waking noon?
As always, always
i see my mad companion
that follows me
within the meadow
upon quiet (so
quiet) nights --
my Moon!
:: 03-28-2016 ::
In early spring’s afterglow
Egrets head north as winds row;
Dwelling on lattice of plains
And coo warble mild refrains--
How migrant journey stirs on
When April wakes with delight
Until lull of morn is done--
A homecoming … our birds' rite !
Eight Lines Contest of Joseph May
5/31/2018
7 syls per line via www.howmanysyllables.com
On my way to river
With low- eyes, I turned around,
When you looked into my eyes-
Any lustre in my eyes shone!
Any smile!
Behold, the birds warble,
Behold wheat spikes
in the breeze, trembling,
Behold, like the dew,
on the grass, my heart,
Intone and shine.
On my way to river
When you looked into my eyes,
Hovering! my soul's bee around:
Do not shift your eyes, said!
Look at me again look.
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Early in the Morning
Early in the morning..
When you return
Refreshed from golden spikes.
Come close where Nightingales warble
Holds my faint voice to thee
Come close when it returns with
your faint voice - to me
Early in the morning
when you return
Joyous like an old man
Let thy hands --
Touch me
Let the palm of thy hands
Touched my hands
When the dew of spikes -
drapes my grave
But be careful from the regret thorn.