Bird Poems
A Bird Came Down
by Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
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Here for the Moment
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.
They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen;
And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen.
Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon.
Life was young, but blue world was old. Burgundy butterflies left cocoons!
Mauve fog was doing its fadeaway, as never failing, friends came calling;
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Dialogue: The Bird and the Parrot
by Aditi Hayaran
The Parrot in the Cage:
"Oh, bird," the parrot in its cage did say,
"Unlatch this door, and set me free today.
I'm trapped within these bars,
confined, you see,
Release me to the skies, so I can be."
The Bird’s Reply:
From off her perch, the bird did sweetly sing,
"What kind of life do you so richly bring?
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A Birds Cry for Freedom
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I have been encaged all my life for mans pleasure and fun,
my precious life had sadly ended before it even begun.
In human terms I have been enslaved so man could hear my song.
Behind the bars I am to stay in a place I don’t belong.
On saddened tunes I hop and play as I sing a moaners song,
I am just a pet and so they say in a world of greedy strong.
I seem amused to some surprised but deep I hide my cries.
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Saturday Surprise
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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Saturday Surprise
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
......
Here for the Moment
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.
They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen;
And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen.
Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon.
Life was young, but blue world was old. Burgundy butterflies left cocoons!
Mauve fog was doing its fadeaway, as never failing, friends came calling;
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Sunshine Invasion
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
red heart of morning
guilty shadows fled like dreams
scattering moonbeams
Blue jay on green rose
caressed by gold creeping heat
petals and concrete
saffron veiled dancers
of every scent and color
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Dialogue: The Bird and the Parrot
by Aditi Hayaran
The Parrot in the Cage:
"Oh, bird," the parrot in its cage did say,
"Unlatch this door, and set me free today.
I'm trapped within these bars,
confined, you see,
Release me to the skies, so I can be."
The Bird’s Reply:
From off her perch, the bird did sweetly sing,
"What kind of life do you so richly bring?
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Rive Vekk Musklene
by Teo Luchin
On the warm wool, among Nordic symbols, giggles and mandarins, two hollow sanctuaries pull me in. Bony surface, smooth, recklessly thin.
I trace the patterns of lost vigor.
His beak, open, softly arced.
As if his last breaths were the questions I’ve lost the answers to.
So out of place, placed here so stubbornly.
Into my grasp, as if meant to be.
With each passing blink, I move closer to your essence, closer than you yourself could ever be.
Reaching beneath where your skin once lived.
Past the things you thought you were.
It makes me wonder,
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