Wren Poems - Poems about Wren

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 ...Read the rest...

RAVEN AND WREN As the world wakes up To the sun’s gentle rays of light Frozen memories melt and flow Penetrate but do not satiate Moments of insipid sight A scenery of incessant delight As the raven chases the wren Back to...Read the rest...

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....Read the rest...

64, Many More for Wren We belatedly sing, Uncork a bottle of wine, For Jen “Teetotaling”, We imbibe Jen Joy sunshine! Annapolis is gaining as less “NYing”, Jen Wren for out loud “Whinin’”, Rick & you go out dining, Listen to music that’s...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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....Read the rest...

Like fireflies glimmering, glistening Tempting the night with their intimate kisses, Robins and wrens, breathless wings dancing Waltzing in the wind, swaying and twirling Erasing every doubt of falling through blue skies Cloudless as the morning dawning hope, Reminding hearts of...Read the rest...

in my garden amidst the flowers and hanging baskets I notice a wren bouncing around, busy, eating, exploring the bird does not stand out but blends in with brownish hues you usually have to look close to...Read the rest...

When I loved the Hen was then: A hen sings not like a wren; Hence, not in my Good Books Hen While, there, safe and sound Wren! The sounds hens make not for pen If poets did adore them: when? He...Read the rest...

Wren, wren, hungry wren, what do you see today? A lonely man with scraps of bread he could have thrown away. Wren, wren, little wren, what do you see in me? A smiling man who seeks out birds for his society? Wren, wren,...Read the rest...

Buttery affection rains from the skies Nurturing the tulips and daffodils Bursts of joy upon the earth, to arise With wonderous smiles, sunny thrills Robins and wrens wrestle with the wind Laughing and crooning, inspiring serenity Warring with the windchimes, chagrined By...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

She slips in beneath the well-protected opening of an unoccupied birdhouse, painted with yellow sunflowers and an unseen dark circled hole; the place just the right size where her mate staged twigs and leaves for a...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...