Love Poems About Cuckoo or Cuckoo Love Poems
by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

My Love Is Real

A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints adorn the walls of her sitting room a dozen painted roses sit in a faux crystal vase and the smell of apple pie lingers in the air coming from her Scentsy candle warmer resting upon her replica baby grand piano The seconds tick loudly from the tree house looking cuckoo clock as I wait patiently I wait down the stairs she comes waltzing ever so gracefully ever so elegant in her bright flowing yellow dress accented by beautiful costume jewelry my heart skips a beat as we kiss hello and I know yes I know This love is real

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: angst, feelings, humorous,

- the Soup Cuckoo -

Jealousy is not the fear of losing
but the feeling that our position is threatened
As wet sand between your toes, unwanted

Sometimes jealousy turns into obsession
There are many wars, love your enemies ... never
We fight for love as a tender and small sparrow
Bitter taste, there is a fly in the soup

- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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by L'Nass Shango |
Categories: philosophy

The Map

Glacial ice melting
The climate suddenly changes
Old relationships.

When the blue jay sings
Listen how wide it ranges
The boundary of spring.

After rain rainbow
Thunder makes the coastland smile
Faith provides the oil.

So I map landscapes
With audacity to see
Change, a boomerang.

I search through petals
To find a woman's soft heart
Felt a bumbled sting

No bridge left to cross
Love drowns everything in tears
So the cuckoo sings

by Ibohal Kshetrimayum |
Categories: allusion, animal, appreciation, april, art, assonance, autumn,

About You

'When did you wake up?' You once asked.

The blind laughed in my heart, and
I fell in love.
A dream escaped, but your hairs
Darkened its path.

When we make love
I hear a sea roaring in your curls, and
Feel an animal on your skin.
In the needles of rain, eyes are missing,
And a burning river rushes out of your crevice.

While a cuckoo cries for moon drops,
Dawn comes with a yawn,
And the coconut tree bends to comb
Your disheveled clouds while I
Search for my succumbed heart
In crumpled pillows.

I see you flying away,
And I drink mountains from a bottle
Of sunsets, thinking about you
Until I hear the moon
Moaning for a window.

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 Pushpa Palanchoke |
Categories: love,

Love Came

Love came and went- 
lovers hummed bitter-sweet symphonies
my ears full of buzz,
eyes full of tears,
suddenly, I hear cuckoo singing me melodies-
singing of rain; monsoon and drain-
of green hills, valleys and plains,
of seasons that go and come again,
deserts turning oasis, no barren they remain-
of light and love that I started seeing in this maiden. 

by Lara Wash |
Categories: crazy,

Crazy Glue

When we decided to be one, we two
Our love was like crazy glue

I don’t think we were created to love and fight hard
Because it creates a cycle of end and start, which is no good for the heart

Our bond was so sticky even when I wanted to leave
Our cohesiveness was like a rich man’s greed

But one day crazy glue met reality
And she became unglued instantly 

She felt free and revitalized
When she realized

Crazy glue
Made her cuckoo

So she flew
The cuckoo’s nest

Now she can attest

It’s not good to invest
In craziness

by Farrah Veronica Sinha |
Categories: love,

Where Do We Go From Here

We met by chance and fell in love,
                   Where do we go from here now...
Will we ride the skies on an angel’s wings?
                   Or make love at dawn while the cuckoo sings,
Where do we go from here?

                  Can’t make it through a single day without you,
Or feel the velvet grass beneath me
                   See the satin stars above me
Move a single step without you
                   Take a single breath without you
The whole world may fall apart
                   But I’m in love, oh! Happy love!
Where do I go from here now...


by Aliza Kashmala Kiran |
Categories: beauty, daffodils, morning, sunshine, wisdom,

When Dawn Arrives On Wings of Morn :

When Dawn Arrives On Wings Of Morn

Delicate daisies
bathe in crystalline dewdrops 
Preparing for dawn...

As dawn broke we warmed
the cuckoo started love songs
Almost romantic

Golden pastels painted
In sweet colours, on the face
Of night as it slowly fades.

by Manel Gunatillake |
Categories: winter,

The Way You Came

"The summer has come"

"The  summer?  It is the spring now"

"Yes I know,  but for me it is summer"

 "Why?" she  asked giggling

"When you are beside me, 
The world is very colourful, 
The cuckoo sweetly sings,    
The flowers blooms in many colours, 
You have come to my winter,
With your spring and summer,
You filled my heart with flames of love,
I hear nothing but  your sweet melody,
My heart was once laden with melancholy,
They all are evaporated  
With your warmth,
I can embrace and hide inside you,
But I have to leave very soon,
I may not return, my time is up.
Then whom will you warm?"

" There will be many
Come for my warmth
The way you came to this geisha girl"

by Frances Schiavina |
Categories: june,


June is knocking 
at the door
dressed in fragrant 
summer gold
cherry blossoms 
cuckoo songs
bathing suits 
riding waves 
spitting salt
live music 
at the shore
sunset sky
smiling friends
on the sand
closed books 
open shores
bloom in June 
roses and love.

by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: magic, spring,

A Spring Day

I reply to the song of cuckoo, my favourite bird,
Sun shines brilliant and then clouds take their turn,
Blossoms at trees carpet as breeze swiftly stirred,
Cheerful chase of butterflies ends on evening return,
A spring day rescues all from a summer burn !

Trees leaves and grass all go intense in green,
Promising for youth to retrieve optimistic room,
Chirpy birds float and fly and reattain their sheen,
Passion of first love that eats up all the gloom,
A Spring day even can turn cacti bloom !!

Written on 17/4/14

by Terry Miller |
Categories: jealousy,

The Prodigal

You dwell in the shadow
of the prodigal.
You did before he left,
too, when he was away.
Now, he has returned
to joyous rapture.
Huzzah, huzzah; 
you shrink a little further. 

Though eagerly welcomed home
not all return reborn in penitence.
after taking in the seven sins,
come back; 
to hide among their brothers;
stealing needed love;
because they can.

You know that he sins still;
yet cannot utter to a soul.
This cuckoo.
Not to break your father's heart;
best yours is torn;
You dwell in the shadow
of the prodigal.

by Harry Horsman |
Categories: nature,

Nature's No Motherly Love

the cuckoo in spring
needs to suss out homely nest
comes with baring gifts...
adoption not an option
a brood parasite in lieu 

Entered a Brian Strand Tanka contest.

by Probir Gupta |
Categories: analogy, art, bird, blue, color, image, metaphor,

The Game

Out of you I make my birds of colors
And set them free for your windows open
As I know you look to them in keen eyes
Thus my searching glances can meet your sky
Maple trees ruffled clouds love to stop them
Buds in bowls on roof top always love them
I do know you wait in your nice canoe
To row and raise waves of red and blue hue

Some love humming bird some lark some cuckoo
You love sea gulls in your light green terrace
To get time is hard after handling chores
Still when pink and passionate beaks peck at
You are almost a peach to love the bites
The game between writes and pen is lovely
July 1, 2016

by Mitchell Griswold |
Categories: life, love hurts, romance, romantic, romantic love, sad love,

I Love, I Live

I love, I live
by M. Griswold

I love, I live in an interim of time, a moments rhyme.
One foot forward and a foot behind, suspended in time.
A place not past nor future tense but of a middle space.
My spirit caught in the center of an existence's grace.

Crying for that which I have cheaply given away.
Longing for that which I will surely gain someday.
But for now I have such an amount of little either.
I live and love in stillness's shallow nowhere neither.

Multiple zones of which I'm a single resident apart.
They tear at me and my fragile, pale, lonely heart.
When will my cuckoo clock start to tick in whole.
So that I may live and love as one fully, solid soul.

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 Sumedha Anand |
Categories: depression, , Lullaby,

One Last Time

The touch of a mother I long,
The hug of a father I trust
The words of a lullaby sung like a cuckoo song
I want to hear them again!
Take me to my parents, to the heaven of love To love them one last time Hug me,O death, for I'm not so tough I want to see them again...
So hard you be so be my lord! But take me to them one last time Take me to my parents my love, my life, my god I want to live with them one last time...
Take me, take what stops you? Take me, take my life, my breath And if that does not suffice, then take the entire world too Please, give them to me again! Just one last time... Just one last time...

by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: addiction, anti bullying, betrayal, character, cheer up, emotions, funny,

A Battle of Sounds

WOW! His belly is full and can't BELCH!!
HAHA! He's gone mad and makes a BANG! 
OOPS! His wife's Sprite makes a SPLASH! 
YEAH! Hear the fireworks, they make a BAM!

OOSH! She throws water balloons that POP!  
WHAM! Keep away from a dangerous POW!   
POOF! She' makes him disappear with a ZAP!
YEAH! Take a bath filthy pig, don't BABBLE!  

OMG! Sing happy Karaoke lyrics, not SLAM!
GARGLE! Hygiene is a must, don't MUMBLE!
WTF?! Don't piss me off, I love to SMASH! 
TIC-TAC! Stop that cuckoo clock, ACHOO!

by Vasudevan Desikachari |
Categories: love,


spring's first rain 
                                        Jacobin  cuckoo 
                                        there she is

by Christuraj Alex |
Categories: life, love, nature,

Cuckoo Crow Agape

As though treasure lost
Cuckoo chirps in rhyme hiccups 
Eggs lay in crow’s nest
She knows crow will care her chicks 
For mother, every child’s hers

Does cuckoo trick crow
Persuading care for her chicks 
Could one fully know
Nature’s rhythm that calculates  
The roles of cuckoo and crow 

While crow shelters all 
Cuckoo brings food abundant 
Each one protects all 
No true parasitism found
Agape is the norm profound  

N/A’ d in Brien Strand’s,  ‘All Yours (April 24)’. 
A Tanka Chain

by Delice Arleen Skelly |
Categories: funny love, humorous,

Popeye and Olive Oil

Popeye Loves Olive he makes her sigh Passion endures it will not die Spinach the key don't ask why. Olive Oil Fell sick with humongous boil She almost shook off this mortal coil Popeye went cuckoo her death he did foil.
Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May 05/09/2021
Cartoon Public Domain

by Anais Vionet |
Categories: analogy, cute love, teen, teen love,

Oracle Voices

I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate 
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love and Cinnamon Life cereal.

This dark, coffin-like clock in the corner whirrs, mechanically.
Suddenly a little yellow-clock-bird bursts, jumping-jack-like,
through a tiny door on a blue, tongue-suppressor diving board.

“Cuckoo!” it shrieks, to mock me. “Shut up!” I say defensively 
but it repeats, “Cuckoo!” like an oracle - an unfeeling instrument 
of adult logic.

by Satish Verma |
Categories: life, love, peace, philosophy, planet,


They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence.
Crib was empty, child was stolen.
At blood stained altar
there was no clue to mystical death.

The contents now matter. Time
displays tools of murder,
snaps the sheet from the bed,
kills the neophyte at water hole,
unsucked breast swells, weeps endlessly.

Apes are coming.
Duplicates look brilliant like novae.
It was becoming crowded. Becoming
was destroying the matter. Fear
moves in water, on the earth.

Faraway a cuckoo sings
a saddest song.
Come, belong to my tears, drops
of my soul’s vessel, kiss the eyes
of planet earth.


by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories: lost love,


Ablaze under the glare
of a 60 watt bulb...
The tea kettle whistles
for the third time.
You said you'd be here by 12
But that was two yesterdays
And the clock goes Cuckoo