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Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: absence, bird, blue, lost,

Whispers In The Morning

Whispers in the morning
trying to find your way
listen to the bluebird
and what she has to say

The notes are soft and gentle
every one is played for you
the sounds of sweet ambrosia
her feelings ringing true

On painted limbs of sage brush
there's a stillness in the air
love beads are melting
and the bluebird disappear

Whispers in the morning
what once was there is gone
empty is the meadow
off has flown her song


Poem Details | by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: appreciation, bird, psychological,

Chimney Swift

Chimney Swift

My precious chimney swift
Envy alone
Has named you so mundane
Tethered to the slightest pause
Amid your life upon the wing
Describing you as drab
Cigar shaped
And flying like a bat
While within me 
Your beauty burns
And I thank you so for that
For from my human complications
The conditions of my sin
You do so delightfully
Delightfully distract.




Circa 2005

This is my first poem posted to Poetry Soup. It remains one of my favourite own works. It is a love poem, with my whole soul within.

Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: bird, family, love,

Beak to beak

A tiny yellow bird, tiny beak,
Sits on a tiny branch
Of a big green tree,
Taps its feet, chirps, hops,
joyful, playful, circles around,
Lands on the deck post,
Agitated, loud and louder,
Aiming to snap the piece of bread
I tossed on the deck.
A big yellow bird 
On the big green tree roars:
beware of humans;
Zooming in,
Grabbing the piece of bread.
I get angry at the big bird
Until I see them together
On the big green tree
Sharing their love
Beak to beak.

August  2017

Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: kiss, love,

This Kiss This Kiss

with your delicate little hand with your long slender fingers you touched my lips my heart was beating like a baby bird flying for the first time the two of us were sharing less than one person's space as our lips met the planet went silent the hurricane of day to day life calmed down to a soothing breeze the whole world froze accommodating this our private moment now I know they weren't banished Adam and Eve the garden with its explosive sense of peace blooms on the other side of this kiss Mar. 1 2016 armand


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: love, music,

Black and White

United Colours: Black and White Sponsor: Silent One Your tune sweeps me so high and free but then I hear B sharp with tears and in sweet trance I swoon in dance with your souls notes while your voice floats on the soft strings as a bird sings you still move me with black and white grand keys ***I used picture number one for this poem*** ~Date Written: March 6, 2016~

Poem Details | by Raven Drake |
Categories: parody, philosophy, symbolism,

Nihilist

Farcical, extravagant 
My birthmark is a scar 
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox 
An icon from afar 

I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore 
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird 
Setting fire to the air 

As dauntless as a hellhag 
Unmoved by love or care 
I can hold up in a cyclone 
Feasting on your fear 

I'm your last hope 
As a laughingstock 
I'm your courage in a dare 
As audacious as a terrorist 
With death-defying hair 

When it's time to play the tragic fool 
I'm as flagrant as a glare 
Seething with a vengeance
In a tantrum of despair

Written by © Raven Drake





Poem Details | by orphani ..........o |
Categories:

winter (do not forget among the loss of flowers) me

winter
do not forget among the loss of flowers
me
beneath your death of snow

do not forget that bird of sun
the trees gave down there bending branches
to light the grass where love made little flowers

do not forget my love
the lights most fragile gift the sky
bowed low to give a blushing praise
to the joyful dance of star and moon

do not forget the nesting hope of spring
the freed sparrow of your fingers
the silence more deep then words

remember me in the summerless field
the slender moment bereft of rain
before life and you became

Poem Details | by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: bird, humor, insect, love, men, poetry, wine,

Can poetry matter

In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter

Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei

An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter

I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.






Poem Details | by Gary Smith |
Categories: bird, humorous, language, pets,

Captain 'effing' Flint




My parrots name was Captain Flint,
Boy that bird could swear.
I never invited visitors,
So blue was the air.

He'd squawk "pretty effing polly"
Or "give us a cracker you t##t"
I'd never heard such swearing,
I never taught him that.

I bought him off a sailor
Who was heading back to sea,
He said to me, "you'll love him
He's such good company."

And what he said was right
He entertained, it's true.
I said "who's a pretty boy then"
He squawked, " well not effing you !"

The profanities just got too much,
I sold him, with regret.
But the house seems so quiet now, 
Without my 'effing' pet !

Poem Details | by Robin L. Gass |
Categories: happiness, imagination, natureheart, song, bird, bird, heart, me, song,

Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.

Poem Details | by Michael Wise |
Categories: allusion, birth, cheer up, peace, philosophy,

Born Once Again

The gift of a new day
holds the promise of a new way

A new way of seeing
A renewed way of being

The shedding of old skin
A fresh place to begin

Resurrected once more
for the treasures in store

A farewell to the old
A chance for the gold

The sunshine above
Another day to love

With strength in your flesh
and a mind that is fresh

New ideas to conceive
with more grace to receive

To dance in the dawn
and forget what is gone

To sing like a bird
and speak a new word

To celebrate when
you are born once again

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: bird, how i feel, moon, nature,

Nature's couplets

The birdsong in the morning is so clear
It is a song I love to hear

As the moonbeams kissed the sea
That is where I like to be

The winding river flows it's course
Using mother nature's force

The heat is here, it is so strong
While the Eastern winds they sing their song

Poem Details | by Gary Smith |
Categories: peace, silence, solitude,

My Magical Kite




I'd love to build a magical kite
Then find myself a steep hill,
Strap myself in, wait for a gust,
Oh just imagine the thrill.

Off I would soar, into the blue,
To mingle high with the clouds,
Free as a bird, no worries or cares,
Away from mind numbing crowds.

I'd fly high, over the briney
And glide like a lone albatross,
I'd steer towards the horizon,
Then over the ocean I'd cross.

In joyful abandon, up there in the sky
Soaring in rapturous mood,
But that I could, just for a day,
Be lost, in such blessed solitude.  

Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: fun, wind, word play,

Wind that blew

Once I talked to the wind that blew
Ignoring me, like a free bird it flew.
If the wind ever saw me I've no clue,
Surely it didn't appear in my view.

Softly then a breeze came through,
Could it be the wind I just spoke to?
Swirling, whirling, it whispered too
Hinting of romance scripted for two.

When dawn shined on morning dew
Amber desires on horizon it drew
In golden emotions on panoramic hue--
A portrait of love that beckoned you.

Beneath the canopy of cobalt blue
Roses bloomed, smiling as you do
Cheering your arrival, lilting to woo--
Wind that blew was dream come true.

June 27,  2019

Poem Details | by Robertina B. |
Categories: emotions, freedom, inspirational, uplifting,

Thrive

The gateway to forgiveness is liberation..
Upon the awakening..

There is freedom..
Freedom thrives..
Broken wings..
Mended..

Thrive..
Free as a bird..

Flying gracefully..
The ball and chains of entrapment..
dissolved..

Thrive in delectable liberty..
Where forgiveness melts away the pain..
Unforgiveness disappears. 

The beast of burden lifted joyfully..
Upon the deep blue sky..
Splendid wings soar..

Thrive..

As you are carried by the wings of deliverance and love..

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: ocean, summer, wind,

SURF n' SUMMER -

Into the wake of waves he rides. The surfer glides like bird in flight. He slips, gets up, head on collides, into the wake of waves he rides. His graceful dance with winds and tides shows love for ocean at first sight. Into the wake of waves he rides; the surfer glides like bird in flight.
29 May 2015 For Andrea Dietrich's Lovely Summer Triolet Contest

Poem Details | by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Categories: missing you,

Hear

Behind the black olives redianted*
the moon this night
is handing over a bloomed sign.
Why are you going to bed alone
in colorful bed sheets?
Hear! In Syracusae troubadours are singing
in one love,
about that while you burn into,
you burn endlessly.
But you are falling asleep.
A domestic bird, hidden
behind curtains of brocade
and pressed her lips on a golden spider.

A homeless night in the black olives
and a sound of our Beyond.

* ? neologism created by the author expressing that something is shined on by radiance

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, bird, flower, love,

M o u n t a i n s - The Choka Style

~ Mountains ~ (Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015
July.24.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~ Author's Notes : The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.

Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: bird, spring,

I Am A Robin

On the wing in the dawning light, Spring's new growth comes into sight. Flowers, berries, nuts and seeds, a smorgasbord to meet my needs. I am a robin in grey-brown attire, with my orange-red vest adding some fire. A harbinger of Spring am I, give ear to my joyous cry: Spring! Spring! Wonderful, marvelous, glorious Spring! Oh look! A fat juicy worm. Don't you just love how he wiggles and squirms? Gulp...down the hatch! Wow! What a treat! Now to my roost I must retreat. My mate and I must build a nest, a comfy home where our young can rest.
Robin means new growth 5/14/15 For Andrea's "Picture yourself as a bird" contest.

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: beautiful, bird, love, nature,

Nightingale



Where twilight songs search of beauty like syllables broke apart I count each step to find your heart where velvet words resonate and azure moonlight softly hangs in brushed hues of melody.. _______________________

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, bird, mountains, sunshine,

Beautiful Sunrise - The Whitney Style

~Beautiful Sunrise~ ( A Whitney Duet) Sunrise shines Appears again Spreads around Cover mountains Beach, above Clouds softly pass A band of geese fly high The air's cool And the sun's warm Delightful Wonderful spring Warms my heart Songbirds sings His love shines upon my face. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
November.06.2015

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: love, morning,

Lavender Skies

Lavender shades are reflected
In the shy sparkle of your eyes.
As dawn reveals still purple hills
In early morn's gloaming skies.

Tall pines envelope us with bird songs
In harmony's league with the wind.
Lovers kissing in silhouette,
As two souls intertwined ascend,

Rising beyond. . .lavender skies
A sacred dimension unseen.
As above so below we seek
To keep divine love in between.

By this sacred love we’ve been blessed
To share such happiness given.
Two hearts with twin aspirations
Shall dwell on Earth as in Heaven.

 © Connie Marcum Wong





Poem Details | by Danielle White |
Categories: lost love, romance, sadnight, bird, bird, night,

Night Bird

Did you hear the night bird call
as Summer tumbled into Fall
and leaves piled up against the wall,
it's then you miss her most of all.

Did you hear the night bird sing
as Winter tumbled into Spring
though flowers bloom, no joy they bring,
her absence colors everything.

Did you hear the night bird cry
as endless seasons tumbled by,
unanswered still, the reason why
she left you here alone to die.

Did you hear the night bird's song
as time forever tumbled on,
memories, the grief prolong,
without her everything is wrong.

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: bird, food, summer,

Pink and Grey Galahs

I see a pair of Pink and Greys
They fly on by my way
They seem to be so filled with health
To me they do have so much wealth

They're so majestic in the sky
As I see them flying by
And when they land upon a branch
It really puts me in a trance

Trays of seed I have for them
On which upon they land
Such a lovely sight to see
I could almost feed them from my hand

I love to see them feeding there
As the seed these two birds share

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: beauty, love, nature,

The Wind Blows

. . . and the wind blows pushing the blue bird higher farther past raindrops and darkened clouds into a valley of golden sun where rainbows dance in her dulcet eyes where worries wander away and new days are hatched . . . and the wind whips clearing out the old preparing for the new mixing the earthen mulch from a fallen past into an unmade bed of fertile ground A morning mist fills the meadow dew drips off the first spring daisy beauty overcomes me I hold her ever gently in my arms watching . . . as the wind blows