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Love Poems About Parrot or Parrot Love Poems
by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: animal, beautiful, flower, garden, nature, poetry,

Precious Moments

When I am alone; I am not alone. No one is ever alone but, sharing solitude, with nature my soul soars. Tiny bunnies hopping in my yard and Garden in the spring; Day lilies presenting heads of orange and Parrot tulips galore. Rainbow colors sway in the Breeze and tea roses birthing buds of Scarlet, pink, yellow, mauve and white, Dot my fence with splashes of bold electric color. New house sparrows, doves, robins and Cardinals will hatch and sing; I love watching them learn to fly. They remind me of the struggle of Learning to walk; Precious moments where I enjoy bliss.


by Hania Siddiqui |
Categories: beauty, child, children, red,

My Pet Parrot

A beautiful creature of god,

If trained can talk,
And likes to eat red chilli from its red mouth.

Green in colour,
And have very small eyes like tiny buttons.

When sleeps,turned like a ball,
And get up with a loud scream.

My favourite chilli eater,
I love it alot.


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by Brynne Cua |
Categories: depression, life, loneliness,

Scarlet Macaw

I am the scarlet parrot from the Amazon,
Intelligent, beautiful, passionate,
Trapped in a cage too small for my wings.

Bored,
With nothing but a pretty bell
To keep me entertained.

Lonely, 
With nothing but a mirror
To keep me company.

Hungry,
With nothing but a sprig of millet
To keep me sustained.

Craving fascination.
Craving love.
Craving life.

by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories: allegory, fantasy, parody

Bedevil? Not Quite...

I scoot as I scatter
and toss all around,
I break and I batter
so miscues abound,
I dim and I damper
demeanors so sweet,
I hurt and I hamper
those fast on their feet,
I frisk and I frazzle
each honest days' work,
I blunt and bedazzle
the judge and the clerk,
I grin as I garrot
as your failure unfolds,
I crack like a parrot
as frustration explodes.

So, have you figured me out-
the end sting of my tale?
Not bedevil, but D E V I L !
and I'm in the details!

( Ah, yes, it's me! Ha Ha Hee Hee!)
( I love to turn you red..like ME!)


by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: bird, tribute, , cute,

DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE KAKAPO

Have you heard of the Kakapo? A Kakapo … I guess the answer’s no! Kakapo’s are a breed of parrot but they cannot fly They are far too heavy and would fall from the sky! Kakapo’s can live for a hundred years… A hundred years – I couldn’t believe my ears It may sound strange yes even quite absurd But I’ve fallen in love with this cute rare bird 11~14~16

by Ismael Nieves |
Categories: love

LoveBird In Love

Beautiful lovebird
speaks the language of love to
colorful parrot

by Ashraful Musaddeq |
Categories: love,

Haiku on Aspiration

carrot on the grass
parrot on the olive leaves
green aspiration

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: baby, baptism, birth, love,

School's Out For Summer

In the jungle her mighty jungle his lion wakes tonight..
Their silver poses with golden noses a run'way girl design ?
Achilles' tendon his dreams are sending an astroid past the sky
Jaguar dances her banshee prances post-bellum sends love's flight
Erectus spectus and all spectrals; time's mandamus mirage ? Ancestral
Quackers these mischief-makers justice takers; karma's, carnelian Amazon....
Ships are sailing gorillas wailing his parrot runs to hide: piranha tides theism's mine.

by M Asim Nehal |
Categories: love, song, sound, , Lullaby,

Sound of Love

Shall I compare your voice with sweet notes of cuckoo 
Or with the voice of nightingale 
Or whistle of a parrot
Or drops of water on tin roof
The melody of love is what I search on
When mother sings lullaby 
Angles descend to hear yet they hear not
Thus thy voice resembles mockingbird’s voice, 
Or is it like Malabar whistling by a schoolboy
I hear nothing when I see two lovers
Sitting arms in arms without sound
just the silence in between them
When love blossom from the ashes of dunes
There is a complete silence
And this silence is the sound of love...

by Asif Andalib |
Categories: life, lost love, love, sad, flying,

The ruins of my dreamland

My hopes are seeping through my fingers like dry sands
My love has broken the cage of my heart like a parrot
And she is flying away to somewhere else

All my sweet plans are being shattered
By the storms of disappointments
My mind has become heavier than earth
I am carrying it on my shoulders

I am walking through the ruins of my dreamland
I am sailing on the sea of tears in search of an island
I am flying in the sky of sorrow like a migratory bird

by Alice Nightingale |
Categories: fantasy, imagination, world,

Youthful Souls

If I were a fish,
and I could fly,
I'd turn the world upside down,
simply just to make it better.

If I were a morning dove
and I could swim,
I'd make sure that everyone is loved,
and the world would be happier.

If I were a parrot,
with a vow of silence,
all would stop and listen,
to the more important things in life.

If I could,
I would continue kissing you forever,
and love you like no other.

If I were a lucky leprechaun
I'd leap to the end of the rainbow
and share all my wealth with the world.

Flying fish,
Swimming doves,
Silent parrots,
Endless kisses,
and lucky leprechauns
may not exist in our world
but they could,
if we stayed young at heart. 


by Ginikachi Obah |
Categories: adventure, art, beauty, city, culture, emotions, environment,

Beneath a beautiful ancient city

Pouring out my mind like the showers of rainfall
Gathering of clouds like the sign of sky fall
The vessel that horns the loudest echo 
Makes my heart sing of amego
As you drown yourself in your deepest ego

The eyes bow their lids to your physical radiance
Mouths stutter at your overflowing elegance
Your admirers are anxious to come to your presence
Emotional geologists are eager to know the depth of your real essence

Hearts are broken with exploitation
Pockets are dried up in expenses
Men are entangled in your ecstasy
Your love is expensive like the diamond of Sierra Leon
Your heart is not as golden as you appear
But your trumpet is as loquacious as a parrot





by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: loss, sad,

THE PARROT'S AULETTE

See the deep sadness
in the parrot's eyes
remembering his pretty  
mate that made him sing 
and declared him king...
did he foresee agony? 

His feathers are white
longing to chase a kite; 
he flies in limited space
desiring freedom
and see flowers bloom
when sunrise sets them ablaze!
 
Can a parrot live
in a small cage
and survive for very long?
Fall's leaves turn auburn,
his love can't return...
soon he will stop breathing!
 
  
  

by M Asim Nehal |
Categories: heart, love, sound, , Lullaby,

Sound Of Love

Shall I compare your voice with sweet notes of cuckoo? 
Or with the voice of nightingale 
Or whistle of a parrot
Or drops of water on tin roof
The melody of love is what I search on
When mother sings lullaby 
Angles descend to hear yet they hear not
Thus thy voice resembles mocking bird’s voice, 
Or is it like Malabar’s whistling by a schoolboy
I hear nothing when I see two lovers
Sitting arms in arms without sound
just the silence in between them
When love blossom from the ashes of dunes
There is a complete silence
And this silence is the sound of love...

by anunda ariga |
Categories: relationship,

bitter sweet cage

feeling like a man with a low income wage
am locked in a cage

was i locked?
or did i lock myself?
feeling like i cant leave?
do i wanna leave?

sometimes it feels comfortable,
other times its unbearable,
but i cant leave,
or i dont try to leave,

at times the cage can be called home,
other times i feel like a prisoner,
under the dome!
why wount i leave?
i must leave.

i think i love her and our relationship,
at times it just feels like am caged,
filled with rage,
i gotta leave
leave i tell you!!!

but wait, calm down, breath.
fill at home she says,
like a parrot in a cage.

by Stephen Aniobi |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, love, me, love, me,

Singing Parrot

My life is built on a plaster of gold,

Born with a silver spoon and a rubber plate,

With d sun smiling at me with vexation,

The depth of this out growing love I can’t stand,

Bluffing, surfing, grousing d sounds d parrot make,

You’re like a rose flower, blooming in the sun,

The sight of you I can’t stand,

Your smiles put me a million miles away,

Don’t torment me like that,

For love is the sober friend I never had,

You the reasoning the parrot sings.

You are the love I never had, my lost spoon.

by olusegun Arowolo |
Categories: friendship, love,

MY LADY

My Lady

Quiet like a parrot;slower than a cheetah,
Her benevolent is something to cheer,
In which many indigents have a share,
The pitch in her voice soothes many hearts,
which has made many guys to bow with their hats,
She romances humility with good nature,
Just like tenacious Dorcas in the books.

Have you seen her in active motion?
Unbelievable!cool,calculative and alluring;
Her words serve as curative remedy for sorrow.

While others practice gossip for pleasure,
She accommodates criticism as a treasure,
Her sassy attire befits a queen with
a golden crown on a platinum throne.

by Tahera Mannan |
Categories: animalsheart, heart,

Elegy on the death of a parrot

Oh parrot dear wither have you gone
Leaving this tender nest of love
My heart cries all alone
An empty niche since you’ve flown off

You were nature’s best
Your voice a melodious tune
The shimmering grey on your breast
Which would fluff up when you’d croon

May the heavens above open for you
My heart does pray so
Sweet memories of you
In my life will forever grow.

by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen |
Categories: community, pride,

CROW IS BEAUTY

Parrots,in birds of beauty,

In proud ignoring flying communities,

Once,a parrot engaged in a debate with a crow,

Challenging who is beauty?

"Crows black and dark,

Colorful my beak",whispered in proud,parrot,

"Crows are black but with pure white hearts,

Crows a subject of unity,

You Parrots borrow words form people to chat,

People talk to crows,ka...ka...in our own language",crow chat,

In love of parrot a hunter,caught the parrot and jailed in a cage,

Crow took wings free,winning all debates and in salvage!









by aparna bharathan |
Categories: nature, me,

clouds

I wondered lonely as a cloud,
and saw the clouds move slow.
I looked up and saw, 
a poodle, a parrot and two love birds.
it was the most beautiful sight.
I even saw a boat,
carry many people of God to heaven.
Do they stop to see me cross by them?
I wish I was a cloud,
like the ones above me.
But for that i had to go,
up, up and above the mountains.
And look at me now, 
i am a cloud, just like the others.

by Sristrikarta Vaibahv vilas |
Categories: birth,

totey se awaz


 Tote si awaz 

Tote si awaj kawey si muskan 
Na samjo muje saitan Mai bhi 
Hoon ek insan............ What you think 
Sound like a parrot smile like a crow 
Don't think I am devil even I am a human....... 


With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

by Satish Verma |
Categories: art

O LOVE

You tend to ostracize the apparition
setting the real culprit free. It does not matter
to pretend now, a damaged house
has become a burden.

Who was playing the enmity card ?
Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting
the deceit of a parrot flower. Your past
had become the shackles, not the road map
of family.

An enormous hate was buried in your trees.
O death-trap, the bees will not come to your
flowers. Your gifts are lying around me
unattended. I will ask no more any pardon.

The moon has walked away. My sky
was unanswerable. The theater will play
another star-crossed brand names.



Satish Verma

by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: animals

Heat

Pretty, peach face, lovebird, parrot
avian melody sings.

Hoping to call a mate over for carrots
and dance love on their wings.

Busily preparing a proper nest
for the fruition of the mating call.




Abraham Lincoln "I say try-if we never try, we shalll never succeed."
I have decided to make this my motto, I will keep trying till I get it right!
"j

by Satish Verma |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art, black-african amer

O LOVE

You tend to ostracize the apparition
setting the real culprit free. It does not matter
to pretend now, a damaged house
has become a burden.

Who was playing the enmity card ?
Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting
the deceit of a parrot flower. Your past
had become the shackles, not the road map
of family.

An enormous hate was buried in your trees.
O death-trap, the bees will not come to your
flowers. Your gifts are lying around me
unattended. I will ask no more any pardon.

The moon has walked away. My sky
was unanswerable. The theater will play
another star-crossed brand names.



Satish Verma

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Trump With No One and More

Trump With No One

He is hard to bare;
Trump with no one wants to share,
And is never fair.

James Horn

Jesus is without mildew or maybe much moss,
And even though might exist another albatross;
Even if being odd,
Still made by God; 
Many waves passed by which will turn and toss.

Jim Horn

Parrot grew up and then in teen 
Years having become obscene;
To our surprise,
Was really wise
Then got knocked on his bean.

Jim Horn

Were receiving child who was grieving,
And then after that had been leaving,
With all our love,
From high above;
God us to heaven He would be bringing.

Jim Horn