Short Wren Poems

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


Haiku Untitled Was Too Cold

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too cold fingers
maneuvering pen 
poor wren has only one wing

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(c)sally Young eslinger 1/14;2021hu
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Wren goes in cat door in garage

cat flap in garage is frequented by a wren
as if she owns the place, she hops right in
this is day two, that I have seen this sight.
If a cat is inside there, she is not so bright.
Form: Rhyme

Wren

A Carolina Wren
bobs and weaves
inside a ring of sunlight.

It is shadow boxing,
but there are no shadows

yet it still jabs and moves.

A boxer
fights the shadow of himself.

The Wren

Lonely lies to myself 
A string of hope 
Clung to, hung to 
Like the rope I'll use 
When the time it comes 
A soaring, sweet release 
But for now, 
My only release 
Is this pen. 
Until it comes, 
The wren.

Premium Member Wren

fluttering on the wings of the wind
light and lithe without words
melody of forest surrounds her with love
she has no worries as she glides the wave of freedom
landing with a hop, giving a cheery tweet 
showing others the way to hope and happiness


Premium Member On A Spring Flight

In hasty beats, rhythms so sweet Wrens soar and chase, crooning softly Such gentle pleasures, with a ready tweet Robins climb through the skies, rising Over the mountains, their wings greet Flying high, laughing proudly across the peaks
Form: Rhyme

Little Wren

Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy tunes in day time 
Twittering morning for us
A melodic charm of dawns chorus
Quickly darting here and there
Doesn't seem to have a care
Collecting bedding for her nests
Bits of moss and old string vest
Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy tunes in day time

Communing With Wrens

The green tree, home to Jenny Wren,
Sits on a lush oasis at the back of my yard.
As sunlight penetrates
Find me sitting on a shady bench
Eye to eye with these tiny creatures,
Relaxing to the flutter of their wings
As they continue
Going about their lives
Unafraid of my presence,
Communing with my spirit.
© Pam Murray  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Faerie With Soul of a Baby Wren

Faerie with soul of a baby wren
Celebrating sweet spirit of her dead twin
Spiritual warmth flowing once again
Parading throughout the gentle glen.

Faerie with soul of a baby wren
Dreaming of reuniting with her lovely twin
Spiritual awakened in a dream state when….
She embraces her dream, where they both win.

Little Wren

I looked out to a morning drear

Nothing there to cause me cheer,

But when I looked outside again

Upon my gate there sat a wren.

God bless this tiny little thing

The wren, he now began to sing.

He sang such a happy tune

His sweet refrain dispelled my gloom.

It was such a joyful song,

My unwelcome dreary morning, gone.
© Gary Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Spring Hiku 8

          Spring Hiku 8


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                                 s    to    r   e   s   t

                                     a i n  their nest
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church    bells    chime    from    west.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Meeting the Wren Faerie

She rode into town on an eagle’s wing
We did not know what to do when she started to sing
We had never seen a delicate faerie with such zing.
We had no idea what the rest of the day might bring.

I am the wren faerie, she told us all.
I can show you how to walk upright and tall.
We already knew this, but we decided to stall.
For her singing voice was attracting shoppers to the mall.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Welcome, Tiny Wren

We wish you every success in building your nest
In the small mailbox next to our front door
Some might consider you a disruptive pest
We wish you every success in building your nest
Never has a tiny house wren become our guest,
Or, chosen to lodge so close to us before
We wish you every success in building your nest
In the small mailbox next to our front door.

written June 12, 2021
Form: Triolet

A Little Wren Sang Out

Perched upon a leafless branch a little Wren sang out

Strange I thought to wish to sing in such a barren tree,

Yet his song was full of happiness, of that I had no doubt

For in his sweet sweet warblings I heard felicity,

Oh such a heartfelt song echoed through the air

Envious was I of him in his carefree reverie

What reason he for such joy, to sing without a care

I wished he could wrap some up, and send it down to me.
© Gary Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hunting the Wren On St Stephen's Day

folk dance in the streets trying to find a ‘fake’ wren - old Manx tradition I’ve lived here for many years but have never witnessed this tradition but it is very popular and held in various locations across our little island. It is also celebrated in Ireland http://www.bbc.co.uk/isleofman/content/articles/2005/12/07/hunting_the_wren_feature.shtml https://www.visitisleofman.com/whats-on/hunt-the-wren-p1310001 26/12/17
Form: Senryu

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