Whippoorwill Poems - Poems about Whippoorwill

POTD 24TH April 2025 In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit the video. “The Lonesome Whippoorwill” is a heart-stirring ballad of...

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In the darkness of the night, with the beautiful stars above. There's a lonesome Whippoorwill. Calling out for his Dear love. Crooning songs he sadly sings. Wishing she comes back to him. Memories of her by his side. Pained his heart way deep inside. Each night he wonders why? She doesn't answer or replies! Minutes turned into hours, there's no response! "Oh please...

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Whippoorwill Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night, Luring me deeper into the dense wood; Upon hearing me, its body takes flight. I continue forward, tinged with fright If I could catch up I surely would. Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night. Ahead I glimpse the bird, and though it is slight, I forge ahead in my cloak and my hood. Upon hearing...

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The whippoorwill sings softly to me From darkness of night, the bird I can’t see Singing goodnight daily, from trees to sky It has clearly made its home nearby Peacefully it calls to me and rests my heart I close my eyes to its song, until we part The restful melody concludes my day So, perfectly as I listen, I’ve nothing more...

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In the dappled hour between day and twilight, surged the call of a Nightjar in flight, ...

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The song of the Wippoorwill cries to the sky above. Lonely was he, looking for his long lost love. Lovely sounds that resonate. Wishing for his long lost mate. Each night he wonders why? His calls, unanswered with no reply. Oh where my love are you tonight? I'm calling, calling till morning light. His little heart cant take much more. It is she, that he adores. Evenings...

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There is no greater mystery to me than the whippoorwill He stops at my home each April and September - never late - On his way to North or South to who - knows - where and who - knows - why But as regular as clockwork in his search to find a mate I know he's there because...

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Whippoorwill jumping jack Putting daisies pretty A lonesome road A one-eyed toad Painting butterfly city. Monkey magic is tack. Bright moonbeam sorely gone. Upside down me. Where is your fee? Whippoorwill jumping fawn....

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Whippoorwill sings out Its enchanting siren song In the dead of night Bird themed haiku Poetry Contest/Winner(8th Place) Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Date written and posted: 07/25/2018...

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grass on the graves the whippoorwill far away published The Heron’s Nest # 9: Sept 2003...

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Sound of a Whippoorwill Dust dusk and dark always seems so still Except for single sound from a whippoorwill And bull frog beginning his croaking sound Maybe you might even hear a hound dog. Lightening bug's bright light began to flicker Faster and faster and quicker and quicker My eyes started settling in back of my head So pretty soon surely will go...

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In the dark of night the whippoorwill cries As it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky Master of camouflage. Heard, seldom seen Is searching for woodland insects to glean Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! The nightjar trills As it glowers and swoops down for the kill Insects traversing the forest take heed For the mottled bird has tremendous speed It nests...

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As he lay waiting, Madeline sat to take his hand in hers contrition caught hold, their eyes , a brief moment to once strong hands gone feeble and disfigured " I do not know when or where it is, we'll catch up again, Madeline " his listless voice hissed out of him like air from a balloon. " Oh...

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A Mockingbird Outside My Window Sill Said "Come Play With Me if You Will The Day Is Free The Day Is Fair So Come Play With Me if You Dare" ... Its Tune Was Catchy Its Song Was Sweet It Wasn't The Usual Tweet - d - Tweet So I Ventured Out To The Mockingbird But It Was Wayward To Its Words Now It Sat Drinking On The Curb With A...

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The mist seems to be covering the cool water this morning Just like my grandmother's quilt lying across her feather bed The sun is breaking dawn, on the horizon brightly shining As I hear the last cry of a whippoorwill and wonder what it said The nighttime creatures have found their place for sleeping In their burrows and on highest...

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