Thrush Poems - Poems about Thrush

... King of Sky Regal Eagle Robin in Mourning Sobbin’ Robin Bird Snatcher Robbin’ Robin The Oldster Blue Jay grew gray The Slowpoke Wood Thrush should rush! Out of No......Read the rest...

...Let us compose a sonata that captures the essence of spring's repose. With each note and chord, let nature's beauty unfold, As we embark on a musical journey, untold. In the graceful dance of a......Read the rest...

... After the misty snow, with the sun’s Aurelian caress, Men get out of their homes to feel the kiss of the early beams The air is now resonant with avian chatter. Jungles echo the joys of untr......Read the rest...

...Even as a child, how I used to enjoy A simple stroll through the woods When innocent instincts ruled my heart And ran after every call from the wild or bush, Mesmerized by the warbli......Read the rest...

...He defied tragedy as he rowed His sturdy boat towards the middle Of the cursed lake where once His wife fell into the icy water And drowned. He could not swim. Time passed and he learned to b......Read the rest...

...The first chirp of the robin near my shut window pleaded The blackbird, song thrush, chiffchaff, and pheasant pleaded as well. The sunflowers, cornflowers, and marigolds that needed Prayed for his......Read the rest...

...I never thought a stream could be so cool to touch as it drifts past me, thrush the flows its distance none to measure the length for it roams so free, scopes the heaven yond heights ......Read the rest...

...Mid October's leaves have wrinkled, tattered and torn, they are crinkled. Seasons must change, I understand. Dear God, please keep hold of my hand With russet hues of a wood thrush, and rouge ......Read the rest...

...The Walker Sometimes, there is a sense that the road doesn't roll out further, there is no vista of a highland or a slow-running river of sweet water to lazily swim while remembering Marilyn i......Read the rest...

...Gravely digging the grave digger digs holes for souls; waste pits plotted earth soils clogging Collections of bones for storage and mind Disposal in disguise Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are le......Read the rest...

...As witness consciousness, we hush heart’s blush Thoughts rested, attention animated In time stretched calm, placid, peaceful and plush From mundane existence, insulated With cravings of lower min......Read the rest...

... Persuading October from her quiet lair Shedding the pleasures of life’s fictional realms Mouthwatering plunder, gathering to share Swirling through the silence, round oaks, pin......Read the rest...

...Autumn uses a painter's brush To color rustic landscape scenes. Leaves turn crimson, as if they blush Golden harvests, the farmer gleans. An artist who makes my eyes weep, Autumn u......Read the rest...

...The desolate perfection of solitude. The shiver of recognition that there is only one being on the mountain, and that’s you. The pine trees watch, the boulders brood, but there is no one there. The s......Read the rest...

...Where are you Mr Thrush? Where can you be? Your a handsome little fellow Sadly I no longer see. No longer do I hear your call Or see you perched on my wall Where are you Mr Thrush? Please c......Read the rest...