Birds Poems
The Night Club
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.
Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As we remember a rich golden sun, for the colors of his dying flame!
Despite this major accomplishment, I yet found myself dissatisfied,
As the sun grew dissatisfied, when full moon would not be his bride.
Being ambitious I craved the big time, with all of its fine rewards,
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Away Over Yonder
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
sunset I'm leaving
the birds are headed my way
far past the dogwoods
beneath twinkly skies
out past the emerald lane
beyond Silver Lake
the gleeful hour waits
in peach sky rosy morning
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Color Echoes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
cream rose white daisy
blue jay on a cobalt sky
heart stopping sunset
frog on lily pad
diamonds on a starry night
gold butterfly sun
tree bark gingerbread
apricots and honey dawn
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Burgundy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
My brand new sleek automobile,
My dewy rose with scent appeal,
Sparkling rubies, beauty's ideal,
Cherries and cream after a meal.
Sunset skies of the lazy days,
Valentine heart, during love craze,
Wafting fall leaf, in sunny blaze,
A sequined gown sure to amaze!
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Deep Blue
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
hyacinth macaws
perched in their black cherry tree
periwinkle skies
the moon's fully blue
shining on hydrangeas
squawking in the air
beginning of dreams
the end of the golden road
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Lasting Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
butterfly bush blooms
such pink and purple colors
green days like late summer
lavender sunshine
in floral scents wandering
cream clouds pondering
striking hummingbird
in deep purple and rubies
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Cock Robin's Song
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a capable, urban professional, quite eagerly living the high life;
Like pink robin, of the saffron noon zenith, afore shadows bloom rife.
My daily work was very challenging, and it allowed me to be creative;
Like the generous stains of colors, which to changing skies, are native.
Since things were going well, with few issues, I believed I was happy,
Like sunbeam roses. Yet, often heard were the words, 'Make it snappy!'
Freshwater pearls free-fell from clouds, in a June of flavorful cherries;
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My sweet Canary
by Saleh Ben Saleh
My sweet canary just loves to sing,
with his yellow beak and golden wing.
His lovely songs will make you shake,
all other tunes will sound a fake.
But as I sit and think alone,
I feel my heart is made of stone.
My precious bird could be my sin,
I keep his soul well locked within.
For every soul is born so free,
I doubt your mind will disagree.
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The hummingbird made me wonder
by Saleh Ben Saleh
A bird was humming,
not far away.
In search of nectar,
in midst of May.
I looked from yonder,
at beating wings.
A sight of wonder,
in early spring.
A little bird,
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The Maze of Truth
by Lamar Yousif
Hello, I'm aiming to get better at writing poetry. So, I decided the best course of action was to write whatever came to mind to the best of my ability and then get personalized guidance rather than the generic and repetitive "helpful tips" I find on websites. Be as mean and brutal as you see fit, as long as it's honest and helpful. If you can, give me tips on what to name this thing, I think "The Maze of Truth" is a bit bland. Anyway, here it is:
The Maze of Truth
We all jump often, and leaves glide down, but birds are the ones with flight
Humans try so hard to dream away,
As from reality, we all try to flee.
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