Warbles Poems | Examples

One fine summer in Westfield

Birdsong 
And the leaves of grass
Make their own music
As the bubbling rill
Warbles it's way
Lawns hum their busy state 
And butterflies add their flutter

~kcm

Echoes of Eclipse Flame

Written: July 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: X F Lacasse

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From the anvil of solar eclipse flame ~
Sunsmith struck with a mallet lit by light
Blows hump the sky ablaze by molten might—
a yellow nepenthe for summer's shame!

Sapphire sea warbles hymns amid her name
cy(press) woods rostrum by a hedge of white—
shades turned long as time that denied the night ~
Below straw frame—time seems to be the same. 

She wafts the fruit till flesh begins to burst!
unbuttoning the orchards one by one —
her breath is spice, her (kiss) an early thirst ~
a blaze baptized in laughter, sweat, and sun 

Yet 'neath her crown, a melancholy hides—
a knowing nod to how the sear subsides?

red robins mothers song

red robins eggs are in her nest
as she warbles her mothers song
melody flows from east to west
red robins eggs are in her nest
song birds agree her songs the best
her neighbors gather in a throng
red robins eggs are in her nest
as she warbles her mothers song

Lost in Marbles

I heard a song about a pretty bird.
As he flies, he clearly warbles,
the prettiest sound you ever heard.
Below, a boy has lost in marbles,

but he never said a word.
As he sits, the words he garbles,
Stranger things, you've never heard,
ever since he lost his marbles.

Beatrixy Maccabee

my peaks hard as tiny bells,
ringing out a seductive melody,
i swirl, a dervish of debauchery,
legs spread wide — calling,
a gilded gates of paradise,
beckoning ye to surrender
to the abyss of my desire.
my voice, a sonic tonic call,
warbles, a throaty come-hither all,
weaving a spell of meander,
as the crowd's frenzy reaches a fever pitch,
their sweat-slick fingers clawing at the air,
yearning to touch, to claim,
to possess the forbidden.
i am the mistress of the mating dance,
the high priestess of hedonism,
the seductress of the damned,
and they are my willing flock,
led to the slaughter of their inhibitions,
of their sanity, o their very psuche.
grin slashed across my countenance,
plush velvets of garnet blows a kiss,
place erupts in a fit of madness.

The Next Line

With gutteral blows
He leads the pack
Warbles like a tuba
And lacks no gumption 
To deliver the next line
Like a setting sun
Only to trumpet again
More profound words

Splendor Of Nature

The brook murmurs as it flows on the plateau, 
across the draping emerald forest spread out opulent,
splashes on the curved contours of the lowland  
as flicking cascade of the soaring swan flock in flight.

It meanders on the jagged swathe clad with ferns, 
sprinkles with exuberance the splatter of pearls. 
It glides with sigh through the drizzle of rain, 
warbles in musical whisper with the ripple of air. 

Flying over the crystal water that wheezes as it flows,  
the returning robins chirp the springtime song.
As in the boughs of trees the new leaves rustle,
beguiled butterflies flitter around the flowers.

The shimmering night sky above the silhouetted canopy,
wears bejwelled crown shining with the twinkle of stars,
silver tinsels trickle through the moonbeam film, 
in a trance I’m charmed by the splendor of nature.

The Rose and the Nightingale

The most famous flower, the rose,
Sits on a stem, in a regal pose.
With scent and mien, God did endow 'er,
The rose, the most famous flower.

The nightingale, with the sweetest voice,
With ardor, serenades his choice.
He warbles an excitin' tale,
With the sweetest voice, the nightingale.
  
Their love story, never outshined -
Is the tale of these two, combined,
For you and me, an allegory?
Never outshined, their love story.

yellow canary

yellow canary
	warbles to the lure of love ~
		youthful dreams return

Garden Sparrows

 

Since a child, I loved the sparrows in mother's garden,
those gregarious brown birds . . . singing together; 
in chirps, warbles and thrills morn', day, evening ! 
I would laugh at their dust and water baths, and how,
they gather in clumps on branches and flock to eat seeds-
I asked father, can we make nesting boxes please ?

The Calling Train

The warbles of Rapture reverberate at the edges of me and of you
Mixing, melding, and compounding the essential with the abused
While truly losing what differs and brightens the things that make move

Blackened, bloated corpses stood on foot like clustered trees in copses
Arms that dangle, 
Holding rotten fruit
With visions of ravens and vultures
Pecking
Pecking
Pecking
Pecking to allow the sweet release
That sweet and welcomed black

Summer Night Hs

under southern skies
chitlins fry corn pones cooking
then molasses pie

trees still drip from rain
summer breeze wanders on by
man in moon smiling

guitar and a uke
play songs we all try to sing
warbles in the night

watching the stars fly
little ones sleep on blankets
too happy to cry

pleasant can't get much better
night whispers its surrender

May 10, 2023
for "Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest"
by Joanna Daniel

Pandemonium In Paradise

Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows
now numbering in the thousands
no longer Mexico's bucolic birds
new urbanized citizens migrated 
to the suburbs. 

If you travel to Los Angeles and county
where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine
hoping to matriculate to paradise..
Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms
festooned in bright feathers and pheromones.

Should you wish to elicit a response
from a Red-crowned Amazon.. 
just ask any witch cat which hungers 
with an acute accessory olfactory
rife in feline grin and purpose
eye'n the skies cheerfully.

And somewhere Marianne Faithfull warbles
'this little bird who lives on the wind,
this little bird that somebody sends.'
they're listening too, with a coo and squawk
o'er the skies of Silverlake
and Eagle Rock. 

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    This Little Bird sung by Marianne Faithfull - Lyrics by J.D. Loudermilk 1965

Pair Of Flight

Birds revel on shimmy petals
Fervid wings stretching over sepals
Thistles on the other side, live in deep purples
Whistles of portals imbued by warbles

Universe of Quantum Foaming

The rain halted, but the breeze didn't cool.
Fiery sunny colors dwindle in the heat.
Cubes of sugar didn't dissolve.
Unappetizing or overgrown tea
It lacks both charm and stillness.
In that, you stated you'd stand back

Breath is a wave-spelling foam.
An array of fresh guides at a helm
Steamy urges lacking restraint
Colleen warbles a soothing tune.
Watery waves in the hair
Slanting eyes like the lustrous sun
A hug will place a froth in the veins.
A blessing from above.

If you omitted my thoughts on you.
Chimes of snow rang out in unison.
Please recognize my yesteryear.
Blazed a flame of regal blue.
When tomorrows are made of foam. 

Staring up into the darkness of the sky.
Loose in waves of the cosmic ocean.
Fizzing, with the onset of quantum foams.
Sending dark energy to faraway galaxies.
Where does zero matter but odyssey?
And are in awe about never grace.
To shrink the size of the cosmos.
to within the reach of my palms.

October 29, 2022

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