#bird poems on Hello Poetry

Ariannah Sep 2024

I wish I were a bird.
Smart and independent,
Free and liberal.
No rules to respect,
No one to neglect.

I would fly as far as my eyes can see;
I would live for as long as I wish to be,
Known to place foot on this earth
For the freedom I wish to unlock.

But I'm stuck in a cage,
With wings I can't yet claim;
Watching my friends fly through the storm,
Not realizing things will take a turn.

Idk I just want to be free ig

#freedom #bird #metaphor #locked #cage #sadness #madness #flying #dr3aming #wishes

Emery Feine Sep 2024

One Such Bird

She rustles her feathers, fluttering as she twists and tethers.

Three white dots on her tail, wings with bravery that will never fail.

Perched on a high branch to hide from us below; is she really scared, or is it because it's all she know?

With chirps harmonically right, I wonder if they continue throughout the night

With black, beady eyes she views us all, wondering if it's an illusion when she stands tall

She was little once, like we all were. I wonder how much she's had to endure?

But now she is silent, gone, ran from fear, going anywhere to escape from here.

We humans have given her nothing but a scare. How, I wonder, how can this be fair?

this is my 31st poem, written on 9/29/23. still isn't even gramatically right I hate it so much ***

#freedom #bird #fright #scare #humanity #life #society

Emery Feine Sep 2024

Wind

A bird sat on a ledge, calling for air,
“Please, give me merely a share!”

A breeze came and lifted the bird off the ground
The breeze ruffling the bird’s feathers was the only sound

Every day, the bird decided to sit and wait
The bird was drawn to the wind, perhaps even fate

The wind always listened when the world did not
The bird had found something it had always sought

Then one day, dark clouds came and rain poured down
And the wind lunged forwards, without even a frown

At last, the bird saw the wind’s true power
The bird wanted to hide, but the wind didn’t let it cower

The wind ruffled the bird’s feathers as it had done in the past
The bird took off, flying ever so fast

Then the storm passed; the rain was gone
The bird looked at the sun from the ledge it was on

“Wind, let me once again soar!”
But the wind replied no more.

This is my 9th poem, written on 1/15/23

#bird #flight #freedom #resistance #bravery #dependence #independence

A M Ryder Sep 2024

Corvus

Creatures of
The night
Speaking only in
The language of
Wings in flight
Raucous caws and calls
Such stark delights
Their bird brains
A substance
To behold
They play and
They learn as
Ancient tales often told
They are symbols
Of fate and omens,
And "What's to be"
Guiding us along
Paths unknown
And simply unseen

#crow #night #creature #intelligence #omens #caws #symbols #paths #unseen #bird

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024

The Caged Bird's Poem

From the wild wheat, split and well broken,
whereas nature shows her mercy to not sting
your feet; as these boundaries are meaningless
to wild creatures; as the wash of your fears is
mostly made of us leaving tear stains- waiting
for that harvest in a direction, we only know

Spit grain to a graze on a stone, hide all of your
dreams in a piece of melting snow- while the
earth is still steep, her every ocean so, so deep
As your footprints in her sand is just an empty
space; that recollection of those old skin shoes

I once thought ahead of all the questions hanging;
but answers are always so ahead of us- revelations,
above us all, oh, sweet Lord, I’m only but a small
bird, not much bigger than a person’s thought-
I don’t really soar most days, but push myself to
at least float; as the hardships of life have taught
me how to live, but haven’t taught me to fly

#bird #poem #freedom #trapped #cage #hope

snuf Sep 2024

to me

what is it like,
to be the worm in the mouth of the bird?
what is it like to know it was meant to happen?
to be eaten whole,
nothing left behind.
i ooze, to feed your stomach
i ooze for a reason
it's not for nothing
the worm cannot be hurt when, even in the claws of death, the bird tells them it was right
it was supposed to happen this way:
never in any other
even while eaten in pieces
even
while sliding down the birds throat
even while knowing it's meant to be this way,
the worm must endure hearing the most painful thing of all
straight from the birds beak,
"i don't regret what i've done."

#worm #bird #rejection #abandonment

Red Aug 2024

Of Tooth & Claw

I buried a bird at sunset
To teach its elder’s some respect
As bundles of familiar feathers swooped
singing scornful songs of incomplete youth
I knew where they’d been at time of death.

I denied the cat the flightless fallen body
Siblings guarding silently as I tore up flower beds
With a piece of broken tile and old weeds left in a pile
Solemn is the hand that carves the final nest.

I buried them with nothing more than three sprigs of lavender,
& fluffy baby feathers splattered with dirt
I wished only empty bellied, good-hearted scavengers
Would carry them to a better nurturing earth.

Tucked into blankets of leaves and mud
I wondered what god they feared, if any
Tying twisted twigs together with reeds & blood
a wonky cross to tell the worms they’re ready.

Loud is the crying fowl that pushed the flightless
Like pitted berries bulging through drooling chins
A clumsy stork is unburdened by lightness,
like the absence of young wings in the wind.

I hope when I am weak in breath & bone
With no children nor chirping to mourn my vessel empty
Someone might lay me down with three sprigs of lavender & a stone

And wonder what god I feared, if any.

#death #life #purgatory #grief #loss #nature #earth #dirt #wings #bird

Lyla Aug 2024

Bower Bird

Pride designed a precious bower
Granting each discarded scrap
The illusion of creative power

Whatever’s found he will devour
And shape to his mind’s map
Pride designed a precious bower

Now his lover he will shower
With refuse in a shiny wrap:
The illusion of creative power

Is she wooed by his false flower?
Will glamour be her trap?
Pride designed a precious bower

Or will her feelings remain dour?
Knowing he can only tap
The illusion of creative power

Leaving him to hunt and scour
The world for his stopgap
Pride designed a precious bower
The illusion of creative power

A villanelle regarding my struggle with the idea of creativity. Nothing new in this world!

#bird #creation #pride #bower #illusion #villanelle

MetaVerse Aug 2024

Shower

Hawk on a streetlight
Taking a poor man's shower
In the summer rain.

#haiku #bird #summer #shower #hawk #avian #cleanliness #bath #bathing

John Thomas Tharayil Aug 2024

Peacock's Beauty

A peacock has a long, feathered bushtail.
Blue, violet, green, and tail look like a vail.
Fully opened, they look like eyes watching
It looks beautiful while dancing.
By showing its every detail

National bird of India, says its tale
Found in forests and grasslands, it curtails
The big birds are so amazing.
Peacock's Beauty

Feathers knitted and worn as wale
In India, peacocks are banned for sale.
Are omnivorous in consuming
Symbols of beauty, wealth are its citing
In the sky, in my dreams, they sail.
Peacock's Beauty

#peacocks #beauty #indias #national #bird