Love Poems About Canary or Canary Love Poems
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: color, love, rainbow, romantic,

Gray Area

Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we got
amethyst purple hearts of courage
that beats with 
ruby red rhythms of loving perseverance
Here at this humble, brownstone garden abode,
two pink carnations have budded and bloomed
Now looking at the graying of the skies,
we can see the rainbows in each other’s eyes
Reflecting the soul spectrum of our love

by Jenish Somadas |
Categories: black love, blue, color, death, green, red, yellow,

Death In Disguise

Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.

Watery moon painting yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.

Violet blooms falling from whining trees
Covering brown earth - a graveyard in pleas
Ah nature, dull and dreary, standing still
Her fervid eloquence under blue spill.

My canary cage cried a fearful moan
While eyes shifted, into thin air she gone.

Third Place in STRAND PICK 8,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand

by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: beauty, imagery, life, love, seasons, sun,

Sonnet On the Sun

One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun  

Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever

But there within the walls of love light sealed 
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever 
There in the wicked world concealed, revealed 
That Winter breaks for kinder weather

My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably 

Entered Poetry contest: Winter Wonderland - sponsored by Emile Pinet on 12/27/18

by Nakym Sheffield |
Categories: cute love, for her, love,

Japanese Butterfly

Japanese Butterfly
Sole proprietor of my eye
Sole proprietor of my sky
Canary, strawberry
Colors extraordinary
She lives in an orangery
In a hole under an orange tree
Her kisses are of lemon-lime
Citrus, overwhelmingly delicious
Captivating submissive I’ve made
A solicitous conscious decision
To explore, desire, love-n-adore
Till I die 
My Japanese Butterfly
Your Puffy-eyed Chinese Dragonfly

by Bonchance Longfall |
Categories: animal, bird, environment, happiness, love, nature, song,

Ode To a Canary

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing.

Lost among the masses yet within the throng
he lifted his head and began a song.
Without thought the mass would open and part
the burdened would feel an uplifted heart.
The songs, each one, were simple and pure
and none could escape the magical allure
of the one who sang
the one who went
by such a simple name
He never fought
Girls flocked around him
He was humble
He only wanted one thing

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing

by Maggie Huffman |
Categories: kids,

What's For Dinner

Onion Top Lollypop, Pickleberry Pie, 
Weaselade and Red Canary 
baked with a sigh.

Purple Meat Taco Treat, 
Toe jam on a roll;
these are things you'd like to eat
if you were a troll.

Salad made of peanut shells, 
toenail chips and chrome.
These are things you'd love to chew
if you were a gnome.

And what do hungry goblins want
when tummies growl for food?
Turkey beaks and
chicken feet 

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: angel, baby, love,

A Sextette: Turn Out the Lights, the Party's Over

She was gazing into the distance as her, cat whom had ate his canary ?
Father Merrin, lying gray and cold about, departed's floor:  epic's, revival...
Hysteria stiking it's note she held no cloak while Damien, grasped her throat.

by Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble |
Categories: angel,

Matt Cardle Sweet Canary

When you sing the world is at peace
Your words are passionate
Your songs are sweet
A gift from heaven
A token from God
A voice like an angel sent from above

Sweet melodies
Sweet songs
Passionate harmony
Filling our soul with unconditional love
Sing canary,sing
The world is no longer asleep
Great angel of love sent from above.

by Glenn Mccrary |
Categories: life, autumn, universe,


A contortionist achieves climax
Her ******** saluting her lips
From within an envelope of pleasure
Causing local beatitude
Though one may query such enthusiasm
Her ******** cooing mollifying concert
Waltzing against the hips of autumn temptation
That she was vibrant
Or that she was barren
Or that in artistry
This plausible microsecond
The happening of dawn quite imminent
And a canary perched upon a fence
Lavish us with falsettos
Each and every organism throughout the universe
Itself just below its conception
And love equalizes the balance

by John Beam |
Categories: allusion, animal, hero, love, song, , Lullaby,

The Unknown Sentinel

chants a lullaby
an invisible death chokes
song less canary

by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: bird, cat, giggle, home, satire, uplifting, voice,

Cagey Canary Cat Caught

You love to chase the old cow,
and make the kitten go meow,
I have put you in your place,
now no one left to chase.
I got you~let me take a bow.

by V P Mahur |
Categories: imagery, love, lust, passion,

Drips For Soul

My dear, dearer, dearest love
Just give me a loveful bowl
To revive my thirsty soul
And lift my feel high above

I will fly with your love wings
Into the infinity of heavens
Defeating all hateful demons
To the world where canary sings

From your rosy juicy lips
I will seek some drops of life
To kick away my inner strife
Owing to your immortal drips

by Margaret Okubo |
Categories: loss,

Lost Dreams

The caged canary
love songs trapped within its heart
Dreams of freedom lost.

by Satish Verma |
Categories: art,

A Love Theme

Dusting a rose
dissecting a heart. There was wilder-
ness in the woods.

I cannot touch you
O, wood sage
you were so ephemeral.

Your hands were
knitting a bright wound in the air.
Where was the moon ?

Not a kiss, 
the prodigal sun
wants a death wish of a canary.

The snow on the
eyes. I wished I had
met you earlier.

Satish Verma

by Pipping Stars |
Categories: art,

No Words

no words tame me love fell in a welding rod bucket mental love puppets parrots flopping down mockingbirds drowned last canary got shoved gas chamber cage loved feathers sucking flames watching wingtips dancing on fires remains ?

by A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories: emotions, love hurts,

False Led

Wide eyes beguiled by pursed lips and strings
Temptation crouches low as a tiger
Hunting coy glances and diamond rings
Tiger now an ox who plots beside her

Promises of riches, fame, and love
Sing like a fairy, little gold canary
The wolf now disguised as a sheepskin glove
Once gentle, he acts to the contrary

And they'll dance as snakes in courtship
smother and crush their ribs and wants
Blame the rat for sinking their warship
Spell out expectations in different fonts

by Venetia Crasta |
Categories: bird,

What Should I Be

If I were a bird to be
Which one would I choose, let me see 

Should I be a high flying eagle
My ambition drawing upwards the lowly people

Else I could be a silky white dove
Wandering in search of the elusive love

I’d rather be a colourful parakeet
And wish good morning to all I would meet

A bright yellow canary
Would sing to the lost one, a sweet lovely melody

If I were to choose a proud peacock  
My feathers I would spread in dance and to the jungle tune rock

A  mocking bird would complete the feat
And mimick the world to its own beat

But I would never ever want to be a greedy raven
Whose black feathers speak of a dishonest haven.

by Mike Bayles |
Categories: allegory, character, friendship love, love, magic, nature,

10 Poems That Define Me

10 Poems That Define M

Both Sides of the Mirror
surface action hides deeper love
i give my friend a Valentine and share a poem
Sparrows Outside the Door
i talk to my friend in passing
My Life Depends on Writing
lines stir, my heart beats
Canary in the Mine
fragile moments of life in song
River of Dreams
all my life comes back to me
True Blue
i embrace a soft awakening
Ghosts among the Hills
i look at opaque light in the sky
Wild and Precious PH
i walk along a river of sublime
affections in gentle winds

by Marty King |
Categories: animal, love,

Stop Look and Wonder:Wonder Look and Stop

yellow canary speaks
her's is the only clear truth
we humans can learn

welsh corgi plays
his is the main contentment
we humans can learn

two elks warm
their's are the source of survival
we humans can learn

black cat cuts back flips
there lies the truest humor
we humans can learn

twins open their eyes
God's Rays of Inspiration
we humans must learn

by Jan Hansen |
Categories: best friend, blessing,

Mattress Roses

Mattress and roses

A great day in Cascais, sunlit and soberly warm.
We have bought a rose-coloured mattrass
easy to install, the old one was heavily loaded by
memories of a time of a healthy life.

I was thinking of getting a canary bird let it fly
inside, let out wild birds will kill the canary

Resolved angry dispute sealed with love
objectified as a burrow where children do not enter.
Someone homeless can sleep on it before it rains. 
Ultimately, the old mattress will end up in a landfill.

by Laura Hew |
Categories: animals,

Alberto's Eyes

That swallowed
The canary
Restless movement
Makes me
Darting eyes
And swishing tail
With your need for speed
Your love for adventure
See that twinkle
Devilish smile
Hidden in a paper bag
You crinkle
Cat that swallowed the canary
Curiosity killed the cat
But Alberto’s
Brought him back

by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: fun,

And Then It Happened Finale


Fast forward to March 17th  ---  She emerged from the room dressed in a stunning emerald green outfit.  In her hand she was holding a beautifully wrapped box.  As she gracefully slithered toward me, I suddenly was shocked and surprised at the not so small group of people following in her wake.  They too were wearing various styles of emerald green outfits and looking somewhat like the cat that swallowed the canary.  
And then it happened . . . .  They all began to sing  ---   Happy Birthday to you . . . .

Yes, I will celebrate my 75th birthday on St. Patrick's Day.  What a sneaky way to solicit birthday wishes from all my friends at Soup.  I love you all!!

by Sallam Yassin |
Categories: life, love, women,

Orchrds of My Love

Give the Woman,
Her feeling of safe
She will bloom
She will shine
Like orchards of Canary
Seeded in me the life
Inspiration of her
Her dream
She handed me life
Inherited with blood
The legacy
Of her
The love of her
To son
Woman picked her passion
Her pride for me
And she wrapped a bouquet of love
For me
Resolution of her
her love
She gave me
Hope and faith
And I became
Her love
And she became
A mirror for me in life
And she drapes over me her grace
Of heaven to me

The Woman with all
Her beauty
And humanity
She handed me a rose
And I became a poet
Of her

by Kaveh Afrasiabi |
Categories: love,

A Question

How can I turn from love and live?
Like slippery fish sliding through the water,
the answer evades me, not quite ready
for slaughter. 
Maybe I should turn into a canary
whose singing is its culinary, 
or a ferocious lion in savannah
with no fear of hyena, or a
long-legged giraffe who behaves
like a chief of staff. 

I'm a member of animal kingdom
not a candidate for martyrdom.
I let the bat in my heart to 
fly away to safety.

by Jan Oskar Hansen |
Categories: absence, adventure, confidence, courage, cousin,

A Matrress

Mattress and roses
A great day in Cascais sunlit and moderately cold.
We are changing a mattress the new one was easy to handle
But the old was too heavy we need someone with
Arm muscles like Hercules and he was healthy.
I was thinking of getting a canary bird, let it fly around,
outside it would be killed by wild birds.
Resolved, the lair, angry disputes that were sealed with love.
Objectified as burrow were children didn’t enter.
Someone, homeless can sleep on it before it rains.
Eventually, the old mattress will end up in a landfilling-