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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 Vijay Pandit |
Categories: break up, love,

When the lone bird flees

Though she holds his hands, he feels all alone 
As moonlit desires sense his dissonant vibes
Emanating from pulses beating in discord
Plundering away ambiance to vacant thoughts
When a cogent conversation becomes a task.

Silence he placates discarding her prompts
Preferring the dark over company of stars 
As a lone-bird sits forlorn on a leafless branch
Awaiting for daybreak to build a new nest.

Steadfastly she holds on to her view of galaxy
Undeterred by forces of invisible black holes
Comforting his woes till he rejects her call,

Deciding resolutely to abandon her place
When the lone-bird flees before daybreak.

November 5, 2018
Placed first in contest #520 by Brian Strand


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: angst, bird, lost love,

Sinister Encounter

Poe laid flowers on her grave
    His lost Lenore
    One he’d love forevermore 
    But doomed to see her nevermore

Storm clouds expelled true daylight
     Yet near her grave on a dead oak tree
     An ebony raven stared and seemed to agree
     “Nevermore,” the bird mocked, flying off with ironic glee

Clouds burst, pelting the cemetery with rain
     Back to his horse and carriage Poe ran
     Was Poe a pawn in this raven’s game plan
     An unhealthy racing of his heart began

Arriving home, Poe sought to forget
     But there was the red-eyed, sinister bird
     Perched on the pallid bust of Pallas, it said just one word
     “Nevermore,” was all Poe heard

Stealthily the bird had entered through an open window
     “Did God summon you to add to my grief?”
     Poe pleaded, “Will I ever find relief?”
     “Nevermore,” cried the demon, to Poe’s disbelief

Poe tried to rid his home of the tormenting invader
     “Fly away; take your word with you!”
     But the evil visitor would not bid adieu
     Its single word was malicious; Poe could not misconstrue

When rainfall ended, the raven flew to the windowsill
     “Be gone!” Poe screamed, his voice filled with hate
     It eyed him once more, leaving Poe in a crazed state
     But loving memories of Lenore it could not desecrate



*Written October 1, 2014


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 notPerhaps it should be novelsStones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.






Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: allegory, bird, hate, love, myth, nature, spiritual,

Eagle and the Dove


Gather around the sacred fire, my children
Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity
as we begin on this journey together;
to the time of how things once were,
to the time of how things came to be
In the beginning,
there was no war, only peace
There was no hate, only love
Harmony existed between all things,
it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove
Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain,
and the dove lived in the lush valley below
And the seasons continued unabated,
from the summer's heat to the winter's snow
Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain,
an evil thought entered his heart,
that only he alone over everything should reign
He felt because he was the most powerful bird,
his voice should always have the final word
So he gathered the other birds together,
to have them agree to make him their chief
The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea
The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty
The debate went on for days,
and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour
Until the stork delivered him a message,
during one spring early morning shower
The message said that the dove and the swan,
never came to a meeting, no not once
Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond,
and asked the swan about his absence
The swan said such matters concern him not,
let he who rule, let him rule just
As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said
he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts
The eagle went and confronted the dove,
and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation
The dove replied with a gentle reproof,
saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations
One will love war, and the other will love peace
One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy
One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery
One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery
The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say,
and they no longer flew together after that day
So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove
Which will you choose?
Will you choose to love hate,
or choose to live the peaceful way
Will you choose to hate love,
or choose to possess the spirit of a dove


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: allusion, bird, dance, love, romance,

Sky Dancing


Looked out my window,
and saw a wondrous sight
Two cardinals in flight,
aerial dancing
Perfect mid-air pirouettes,
spiraling higher and higher
Two winged bodies in motion as one
They reminded me of you and I,
my love,
when we danced on the clouds,
among the stars that night
We fell in love that night,
sky dancing with you was sheer delight
We felt light as a feather,
floating above the trees
Our eyes gazing into each other eyes,
falling in love, rising higher
on a summer breeze through the skies
We danced so close together
until the morning sunrise
Night turning into day,
as we danced the night away
I never wanted to come down that night,
wishing with all my might
we could dance in the air again
Today, I looked out my window,
and saw a beautiful sight..
two love birds sky dancing 
in the sunlight


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: beautiful, bird, happy, inspiration, love, muse, words,

Soar Like An Eagle

 

                /\                                                                    /\
               //\\                                                                 //\\
              Soar                                                                Soar
             through                                                          bravely
              out my                                                          filled in 
                universe                                                     passion
                 and I shall                                               and love 
                   set you free           ********            with all thy
                     I’ve ached for      * O\ __ /O *         mightTake 
                       moments of       *      \/      *       flight under 
                         clarity without *                * the twilight with
                              responsibility                my love tonight.
                                May the breeze fill your spirit and may 
                                    your spirit rise aboveYour spirit is
                                       so mighty floating like a dove.
                                          You always deserve joy
                                           \_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/
                                           in life so be kind to all
                                       those you meetBe all you
                                     can to strangers and you shall
                                    always land on your feetStay
                                      strong, fight      keep  your
                                      head held so     high and fly.
                                            /l\                   /l\
                                 \_/\_/ / l \  \_/\_/\_/  / l \  \_/\_/
                                
                                \_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/
                                                  
                                                     Be you.





December 27, 2016


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beauty, dream, flower, happiness, heaven, love, rainbow,

- A Bird Sings Only When It Is Happy -

A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy

I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze 

Falling slowly like a ripe apple 
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven

Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep

It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return

My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream 





Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  11.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


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 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 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 Daniel Cwiak |
Categories: childhood, lost love, philosophy, romanceme, bird, dark, bird, dark, day, life, me,

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

When I was young and life was easy
I never thought but of the next day.
For the young, things can be so breezy
It is the child's way.

I never thought but of the next day
Until that day came upon me.
It is the child's way
And I did not want to see.

Until that day came upon me
I was carefree like the bird on high.
And I did not want to see
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry.

I was carefree like the bird on high
Only to be trapped by love
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry
Crushing me down from above.

Only to be trapped by love
For the young, things can be so breezy
Crushing me down from above
When I was young and life was easy.


Dan Cwiak.written for:
Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: bird, love,

The Birds and the Bees

T he birds have been around for centuries.
H ow sweetly singing, winging on their way,
E vanescent as a summer breeze

B ringing bliss supreme; then gone one day.
I n your bloom of youth, one bird appears.
R adiant, you’ll soar to splendor’s height,
D runk with joy till passion disappears.
S tung by love undone, you’ll face your plight.

A las, your bird has turned into a bee.
N aïve no longer, you have felt love’s sting.
D evoted love you’ll seek as remedy!

T hough you’ll wish to hear a new bird sing,
H eartache may awaitYou must recall
E ventually sweet passion’s birds become

B ees! How can you know real love at all?
E yes open, you must seek a faithful one;
E phemeral are the birds and yes, the bees.
S till they will persist for centuries!

FOR PD's Acrostic II Contest


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: bird, blue, kiss, love, memory, mountains, rainbow,

Deeply Moving Thought

A thousand echoes
whispering through the deep seashell 
As the common bond between us 
brushing sands 
is lovingly holding 

Sweet gentle tenderness 
On desert dry lips 
winds of change kiss 
Looking towards the mountains 
snow covering her face 
White clouds cap the head 

Just a plain country boy 
Drifting away with shadows of a past life's pain 
Holding dreams 
finding your love completes the circle of a promise 

Believing something greater exists 
As the birds sing over amazing grace 
Searching the high plain 
Blue holds heaven's vision 
As a cold wind alone cuts clean to the marrow


Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: beautiful, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bird, birth, birthday, blue, class, computer, corruption, creation, dad, day, deep, girl, love, love hurts, missing, missing you, moon,

Love for someone,

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?


Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.


Poem Details | by David Brown |
Categories: bird, imagery, love, metaphor, sexy,

To be your hummingbird

Oh, to be a hummingbird,
hovering near your flower
to float above your petals
for hour, upon hour

To taste your wondrous nectar
as I feel the morning dew,
to drink in all the mysteries,
the mysteries of you


Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: dream, fantasy, hero, love,

Thank you God for bird eggs

When love lies in a crypt unnamed
And it's fire lives on lips untamed
And the wild fury wakes from it's sleep
to find the who or what it seeks
With thirst and hunger of the starving
Armed with strength men find alarming
and the valor of a silent knight
Antisipating whatever unknown fight
built for battle and not for flight
Searching both the days and nights
for the thing that illudes the sight
Made of love and things measured
identified by hopes and things treasured
Found only by the eyes of the soul
to satisfy an insatiable goal
Where only grace can intercede
and the lonely has met its chosen seed
To give to it's own special need
That one of which the dreamer dreamt
That angel for whom the eyes have wept
The secrets that one's heart has kept
All fulfilled to the deepest depth
To the place where inspiration ferried
and to the person imagination carried
All wrapped in things called thought
Inescapable this thing where it's caught
My heaven, where my paradise is you
My perfect, is everything you do
My soul has found its rest
with love, that turned my crypt into a nest
With you, my soul has been blessed
with peace, and this is happiness.


Poem Details | by john beharry |
Categories: bird, joy, love, music, mystery, nature, sweet,

Tropical Nightingale



Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree Pouring out your heart in sweet melody With a full throated birdsong rhapsody Filling me with such joyful ecstasy Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree Her heart must surely melt at the beauty Of the song you sing so effortlessly Is your song a joyful testimony To honour nature's musical bounty Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea Whose music blesses all abundantly Or is it part of a profound mystery Heralding a supreme divinity Which pervades all silently and deeply O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee


Poem Details | by Archana Garg |
Categories: absence, bird, i love you, i miss you,

My Wish For You

Oh my precious,
I know that you know, how much I love you and 
You know that I know how much you love me.

Then where did you go, my dear?
I’m surprised you didn't have fear.
I know it was the nature’s call,
I know it was your right to fly.

May be you are searching me,
May be you are happy dear,
May be you intended my dear,
May be you flew by chance.

Whatever happened can’t be undone now,
All that I want to tell you now,
Just be brave my child, life’s not easy now,
Hunters are all around, stay alert and be safe, Sweetie.

I wish you get someone to love, 
I wish you fly the highest,
I know I’m the sinner, coz I kept you inside.
But I did what I felt best for you.

Forgive me my baby,
Fly high and reach the heights,
And someday if you see me down on earth,
Do not hesitate my dear, do not hesitate.

With love from Mumma

Dated : 8 Dec2014
9th place win in contest 'My Wish For You' 
Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
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2nd place win in 'I Love My Pets!' contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo (2016)


*My little bird ( Mitthi meaning sweetie ) flew away on 3rd Dec2014When I got her four and a half years back, she didn't know how to fly or even to hopWe used to jump in front of her and one day she too hopped and the journey continued…  She used to follow me from one room to another and she knew that food is in the kitchen


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, blessing, dream, feelings, flower, love,

Free as a Bird

Breathing wind 
across ocean currents 
Waves of a sea murmur 
under tides turn over emotions awakening 
Satin white washed surf 

Beholding 
upon the rocks 
Beloved apex 
a sunbeams brilliance 

Wetly kissed 
under a rainbow arch
Throwing light 
of the moon spotlighting 
dancing with the shadows 

Crouching where the sun rests 
Twilight fires burn amber 
within clouds shooting gunbarrel grey


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: beach, bird, devotion, romantic love, sea,

Salt and Pepper

Salt and Pepper

The ocean waves sing their own special song 
As Sol arises and birds sing along 

Where a sandy beach with seagulls on high 
Call to each other in a scarlet sky

I dream of you in long walks by the sea,
I recall sandcastle's you built for me.

Sweet memories are instilled in my mind 
Our history together with ties that bind

Keeps us ever faithful in love's soft hues.
These memories pull me out of the blues.

When tensions are high and pain intercedes
With angry words released to fill our needs,

Yet, a good night's rest and our world seems bright.
Love is that way, and at times we'll fight.

We know our devotion bonds us like glue,
Indissoluble souls, meant to keep true.

Our love lives on in songs of the sea
Where once long ago you proposed to me.

June 1, 2018

For These Are The Days Contest ~ N/A
Sponsor Daniel Turner

Best rhyming poem April-July15,2018
Sponsor John Hamilton ~3rd Placement~



Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,

The Gift of Eros


The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye

by Gail




















Poem Details | by Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories: bird, body, i love you, love, moon,

Saxophone Souls

My piano mind plays notes from the composer of full moon for you
My harp heart elegantly elaborates love for your handsome true
My body bursts in a bountiful orchestra of a lover's break-through
Our saxophone souls swoon together alas in pearls of doves' coos

2-13-2018

Contest: Romantic charm in 4 lines
Sponsored by: Silent One


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: beautiful, bird, dance, december, love, winter,

Snow Birds Softly Sing


And when the sun rose Again she came to dream Of lace stiched beauty Upon the vale redeem Where white snowflakes dance In crystal sunlit beams To flutter soft revealing words Snow birds softly sing Her garb of fancy feather Her spirit of sunlight glow Sing a song of endless beauty Of love to him bestow And now the peaceful call of starlight Draping the walls of dream Flicker a light of silent beauty As the snow bushed trees sway


Poem Details | by Dreaming Soul |
Categories: beautiful, bird, friend, friendship love, miracle, morning, writing,

My Love

A bird flew over me,
It's shadow gave spirit to me.
I ran continuously  to beat it,
But, I couldn't.It was over than my limit.

I was too disappointed,
The bird was smiling,my mind pointed.
I started a poem on that,
That bird was completely my highlight.

The bird came to me with chirping,
I stared at that with smiling.
It asked me,'why are you writing poem on me? '
I amazed when bird spoke with me.

I thought,again and again to find an answer,
But, that question was too harder.
I found it's eyes very much glowing,
Slowly I said, 'my soul has started you loving.'


Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: bird, grandmother, inspiration, love,

The Whisper of a Sparrow

As the whisper of a sparrow
     gently graces my side, 
     she touches the earth
 I am as well,  touched
 by my sweet grandmother
     whose love for the little birds
     has inspired me

innocence knows innocence 
     and I can remember her words
as she sprinkled  bread crumbs 
in the grass
     she said,  take care of our little friends
they need us as much as
     we need them

Each time I see the tiny creatures,
     I see my grandmother’s face
and hear her voice
and I know
that she is still inspiring me
to take care of those
     who need us


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: bird, love,

I Long To Be

Darkness uncovered dusty white sheets pushed aside tweets spilled out break the silence as I'm perched inside Oh how I long to be that bird outside your window singing there for all to see sweet songs of freedom floating in angelic air a rich blaze of blue lasting liberation caressing and undressing the insides of you I long to be drifting in your winds feeling distant paradise in every simple kiss of your loving sun but here I remain encaged, your dawn momentarily shining down onto these painfully painted rails yesterday's imagination molts and the seeds of life lay lost at the bottom of discontent


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: bird, lost love, memory,

Cardinal Messenger

welcoming songbird beckons sun
berry bright singer on snowy landscape
tragedy’s summer sting leaves me undone

warm tears still fall on autumn leaves
till winter shrugs its cold shoulder
ushers isolation as my somber heart grieves

return, wee harbinger of spirit connection
your engaging trill evokes smiles
and his voice fills me with recollection

oh, cardinal, turn your songs to love’s ember
convey my gratitude to a love that passed
let your melody gently whisper, “remember”





*February 13, 2019

*Many believe that a red cardinal sighting is a sign that a spirit seeks to connect  Cardinals also symbolize renewal of spirit within ourselves.


Poem Details | by The Night Bird |
Categories: bird, goodbye, love, lust, metaphor, old, poetry,

No Whiskey Lover

Your love is thin
  it has no flesh
its a pretty face
  with no consequence,

so I tell myself
  go without the water
by summer the malt 
  will be in order
your love is thin.