Love Poems About Bird or Bird Love Poems
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

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
HM: Strand choice B by Brian Strand

by Buhagiar Victor |
Categories: bird,

Suddenly Swans

Upon the slow-flowing river, Suddenly swans Scud quickly away. From round the bend I gracefully glide, I am the queen of them all. And quickly my king arrives. The dance of love begins. We bob our heads, wings quivering, Necks entwined. Unruffled snow-white plumage. In time my eggs are hatched, Cygnets are so cute. How quickly they grow. Now we are a royal family Suddenly swans.


by Mike Bayles |
Categories: bird, good morning, loneliness, longing, missing you, nature,

Sweet Breeze

The sweet breeze through the window
asks nothing as unseen birds call.
It asks nothing of the sun
as it sweeps across yards,
yet it whispers to waking dreams.
My dreams ask,
Did I love too much?
behind my mind’s eye,
visions
and what do they mean
when we give of ourselves
so fully we are spent.
Now I’m alone.
Canadian geese gather
crowding a path along the river
as the day passes,
so consumed with each other
they ignore the mothers
and children who pass.
A ski jet slaps waves,
and the river breathes.
The gaggle whispers among itself,
and nature speaks a language of her own.

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~

by John Watt |
Categories: bird, lonely, lost love,

Little Wren

Wren, wren, hungry wren,
what do you see today?
A lonely man with scraps of bread
he could have thrown away.

Wren, wren, little wren,
what do you see in me?
A smiling man who seeks out birds
for his society?

Wren, wren, with baby wren,
how do you treat your young?
You feed them well, as I once did
and teach them songs you've sung.

Wren, wren, there with your mate,
you ask me where's my love?
"She soars on higher breezes now,
the kind we both dream of".

Wren, wren, little wren,
what do you see in me?
A smiling man who seeks out birds
for his society?

written 24 Mar 2023

by Buhagiar Victor |
Categories: anger, love,

Fly little Dove

I felt ashamed today
I should have not spoken that way.
My love was annoyed and left.
I was surprised by all the dialogue bereft.
Worse the telephone ceased to work,
In anger, I threw down the phone with a jerk.

Saddened by my uncouth manner
Our love must remain a winner.
How to send her a message of sorrow?
I dared not wait for tomorrow.

A message I would send with haste,
No, no, not a moment to waste.
I wrote a note and stuck it to my dove.
With all the words that spelt love.

Fly, sweet white dove, fly to her home
No time to wander or to roam, 
Straight to her loving arms, fly sweet bird
Let her message of love be heard.

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

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

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.

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

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 !

by Christina Bowring |
Categories: lost love,

He Is Gone

Silence like a bird without song
Lost rays of heat when day was long
Cool breeze of seasons gone

Past words of love that go amiss
Romantic days so full of bliss
Promises are long gone

Lifetime of love that seemed fleeting
Flames of passion now retreating 
Years that have come and gone

Memories just left to enshrine
When love was once so truly mine
All that before - for he is gone! 

by John Watt |
Categories: love, nature,

Forest Fortress

A forest - sunlight squeezing through the arms
uplifted by its countless ancient trees.
So fortress-like; her inner royal charms
even the time-worn traveler seldom sees.
What culture lies within? What foreign tongue
is chattered nervously by bird and beast?
What joyful hymns of revelry are sung
which, by my drawing near, in fear are ceased?

My love, those hidden parts I find unique
are those which I would most desire to know.
Dark corners which I least wish you to seek -
the very ones you need the light to show.
Though brighter are the colors from outside,
let's pledge to let no hues within us hide.

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.

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

by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: bird, day, dream, love, remember, sky, today,

When Silence Speaks - POTD

Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay, 
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not stay,
what I would give for one more day.
You went on your way,
no more running at play.
When silence speaks through a singing blue jay,
all I can do is now pray.

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

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..

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.

by Buhagiar Victor |
Categories: lost love,

Once I Had

It's a long time ago 
that I flew high and thought
that’s like a carrion crow
flying over a deserted plateau
could bring its prey so much woe.

Once I had a rose, a ruby rose,
someone stole it; my death throes.
It vanished like yesterday's snow.

I saw it as a television show
my heart that was so much aglow,
knew you decided to let it go,
like a third-rate picture show.

I wended my way through shadows,
sometimes was lost in meadows
or languished beneath the shady willows.

It was then too late for me.
I lay beneath the ugly Judas tree,
wondering how could he
have stolen my love from me.
But does he kiss you passionately?
as I, a bird of prey, did?

by Eve Roper |
Categories: longing,

To the One I Lost

We both cared so much, you completed me,
Evidently you were meant for me.
Love persisted to manifest
Although at the same time blessed,
Till infinite heaven
Called, and forgiven.         
I am driven                      
Belonging
Longing,
Tears.

Plead for closure of long years.
Prey as feathers picked off, death fret,
Like a scared bird, tangled in a net.
You completed me, I cannot forget.

by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: analogy, i love you, love, ocean, passion, sea, simile,

Love You Like the Sea

I'll love you like the ocean
I'll love you like the sea

I'll caress you like the salty breeze
Does caress those white-capped crests
I'll embrace you as the breaking waves
Embrace the shore with zest

I'll kiss you like the rising sun
Does kiss the sea at dawn
I'll call you like the sea bird sang
With passion, again and again

I'll raise you like the morning mist
That joins the sea to sky
I'll move you like the pale, round moon
Does move the pounding tide

I'll push you like the summer storm
That brings the sea to life
And even as in you I drown
Never did breathless trepidation feel so right

I'll love you like the ocean
I'll love you like the sea

by Ninette Carey |
Categories: april, beauty, bird, character, for him, heart, inspiration, inspirational,

A Choice

Peace again rules My~Day~
Comforting.... in a pleasant light hearted way
Nature draws me near
Banishing all my fear
Thank You Lord
For giving me Light
Holding me Dear through the Night
It is a Choice that we make
A Dream this Love must not forsake
Take my hand and come with me
There is nothing if you follow the dark
Eventually you become the mark
It is never to late to swallow your pride
Humble is a lasting stride.....

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