Bird Poems
The Mother Bird
by Walter de la Mare
Through the green twilight of a hedge
I peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,
And spied a bird upon a nest:
Two eyes she had beseeching me
Meekly and brave, and her brown breast
Throbb'd hot and quick above her heart;
And then she oped her dagger bill, -
'Twas not a chirp, as sparrows pipe
At break of day; 'twas not a trill,
As falters through the quiet even;
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Scarlet Noon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Deepest darkest reds
crimson guest in the roses
of the same rich hue.
Flowers and plumed cardinal
interact through scents and song.
Vivid green summer
showers gold on scarlet lane-
forever moments!
Bush concert at my window
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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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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?
A kingly life, you live quite comfortably. You feast on nuts and fruits, so carelessly. You sleep in golden cages, soft and deep. With all you have, why do you weep and weep?
The Parrot's Plea:
The parrot answered,
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A Wonderful Bird Is The Pelican
by Dixon Lanier Merritt
A wonderful bird is the pelican
His bill can hold more than his belican
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week
But I'm damned if I see how the helican
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?
A kingly life, you live quite comfortably. You feast on nuts and fruits, so carelessly. You sleep in golden cages, soft and deep. With all you have, why do you weep and weep?
The Parrot's Plea:
The parrot answered,
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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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Playing House
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Orange sun is out, and we're playing house
My pets are my kids-until puss sees mouse!
Mommy loves to water her gorgeous blooms
While dog and kitty rest, inside porch rooms.
This Saturday, childhood seems left behind
When we make-believe, as the time unwinds.
Soon Mommy serves lunch-of milk and a bone;
And sandwich for herself. Jay sings alone.
Lush
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Rhododendron poof
and purple fumes fill my world
Lavish, rich nature.
Maroon like the dawn of days
greeting the sun's honey glaze.
Saffron finch descends
to join the elegant crowd
vast and varying
in colors of the rainbow
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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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