Songbird Poems - Poems about Songbird

“The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.” — quote by Carly Simon ---------------------------------------------------- I see pair of red-whiskered bulbuls with wrong-end rouge, spikes, eloquent note gurgling - spinning love, singing the loop, billing, bowing, chattering. I swoon ...

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Songbird Rise ~ Dawn's chorus flickering fire of life burning endless embers song birds sing at the coming of light Perched peaceful in heights lovely gaze high above orange pastel flows from the distant range Spiritual chants spill in loving song birthing the new day as the subtle breeze tumbles on ...

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Lirena was a songbird born of yore Who dearly loved her husband everyday; She sings her songs of contentment no more. An adversary’s troops ransacked the shore, A ruthless marauding they did display; Lirena was a songbird born of yore. Her loving husband whom she did adore Abducted mercilessly from the fray; She sings her songs of victory no more. She trailed the captor’s...

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One sunny morning sweet small Sue sees sitting up, in a sapling a songbird is seated on silky flower cup. It’s a scarlet vested slim and shy swirling Robin, she sighs sad, “so long your show I haven’t seen”. “Skipping winter snow I soar, my swift wings I spin”, small Robin sings, “for you scenic spring sends me in”. At...

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Droplets fall at the existence of my anxiety Around every corner I’m drowning A new wave crashing over me I feel the warmth of a gentle hand “Its ok my little songbird” I feel the anger taking over me Flashing of rage that have control of me I hit the wall but it hits back Blood and tears trickle as I...

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I see you through the purple flowers. Heart churning in your chest. Sitting cross legged, pumped with powers. Crowning chastity through your crest. Wildflowers hear your song, for it is their song too. The bumblebee lies atop your head, buzzing with the tune. Cows grazing in the field below begin to sway and moo. Red and orange...

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Psalms 96:1 (KJV) “O sing unto the LORD a new song: sing unto the LORD, all the earth.” Seas of twittering, Tweets, gentle as noon, Melodious uprising from the nest. Colors like wildfire, glowing hues, Erasing the morning mist, Seas of twittering. Songbirds risking twilight, Before fireflies reveal the music, Tweets, gentle as noon. Listening, songs climb Into the morning skies, Melodious uprising from the nest. ...

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It is early morning, and it is quiet, too quiet. The rambunctious bird won't even utter a chirp. Once resoundingly loud, her voice like a siren, Now you're lucky to find her softly humming at all. Once seeking passion, the bird now searches for silence, In hopes, the trees and leaves will drown out her absence of sound. A false hummingbird,...

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My volatile mind wandered in the terrain of trance, drifted in the draft of reverie on its latticed wings, a lonely bird floated in the sunburst recess of sky, made the fascinating fresco of formless fantasy. Captive in the suffocating cage of sordid craving, I broke the bars in dormant dream to be free, flew beguiled in...

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smoky-gray... frightened songbird... on my windowpane... overhead... bombs roar......

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love she sings after our brief conversations now she lingers in shadows dreams...

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there is something about the simplistic shape of a conundrum an ancient voice in modern mouth in cartloads for the few to quell where ice finding comfort in flames many a throat bending breath singing like electric birds of paradise fully charged and chirping hum and twang and cooing purr songbirds, my blackened raven thaw from towers, steel beauty, caw across tropics, canopies and...

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I love the birds that make their home in Florida… The woodpeckers, doves and cardinals who live just beyond our front door… The pelicans, herons and spoonbills we see on our walks along the shore. And when we get to Florida…it does’t matter when…. I love how we are greeted every morning…by the Carolina wren. The Carolina wren is a...

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bird at evensong a note on a wire random as rhyme...

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In the crispy aromatic air of auburn autumn, with the fluttering wings spanning the sky, flies low in my meadow the little cheery Robin, the charming migratory songbird I like. The chirping bird of bright flushing daylight, tweeters the hued tune of the spectral sunburst, keeps the exuberance of avian delight vibrating within the scarlet silken breast. When all the thrushes are...

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