by Tim Smith |
Categories:
absence, bird, blue, lost,
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,
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 Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
bird,
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,
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,
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,
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 Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
anger, love,
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,
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
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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 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,
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 Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
fun, wind, word play,
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,
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,
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 Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
lost love,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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
by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Categories:
missing you,
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