#birds poems on Hello Poetry

Seán Mac Falls Sep 2021

Flighty

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Once a bird singing
Before hawk shows on wire
Now feathers grounded
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#birds #nature #hubris #life #haiku

Marilina Sep 2021

Birds

I envy the birds
How they spread their wings
And soar through the sky

Not a thought on their mind
Free to fly far away
Let the wind carry them

But here I am locked
In this small gilded cage
And my wings are clipped

#trapped #caged #sad #depressed #impossible #escape #birds

Zoe Mae Sep 2021

New neighbor

A downey woodpecker just checked out the place
It's a two bedroom, and he loves the space
Now he has a cozy place to sleep at night
And I finally have a neighbor I like

I'm actually super excited the little guy moved in. Four years that birdhouse sat vacant. Wow. I sound so lame. Sorry

#birds

Zoe Mae Sep 2021

Feeding the birds

I don't feed the birds for them

I feed the birds for me

Here I find myself again

Having to pay for company

#birds #are #awesome

Norman Crane Sep 2021

Flocking

birds coagulate;
thin, becoming avian mist:
dissipating wind

#haiku #short #birds #nature

Mark Toney Aug 2021

Early Birds

picking ripe plump figs
each one marred by pecking holes
~ pleasantly plump birds

Mark Toney © 2021

#figs #birds #nature #disappointment

Seán Mac Falls Aug 2021

Starlings

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Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone
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#haiku #birds #poetasters #wannabes #narcissists #peacocks #egoists

Jackie Mead Aug 2021

Pitter Patter is the sound

A frenzied chorus of sea birds, start their sounds at four forty-five, signaling the start of another day has arrived.

The wind blows stronger, through the trees. The speed and intensity more than a breeze.

The rain falls lightly dampening the ground, pitter patter, pitter patter, is the sound.

The mist coats everything in a grey mysterious cloak, creating swirls of grey and white, that look like puffs of chimney smoke.

The birds are waiting for the mist to turn and lift and some humans are hoping to be treated to a gift.

When the mist has gone and the sun has risen, we are hopeful that the birds display will be a breathtaking vision.

Another poem inspired by the visit to the Lake District. I made an early start.

#nature #birds

Jackie Mead Aug 2021

Where do the birds go at night?

Where do the birds go at night?

When the noise ceases and silence surrounds.

When there are no starlings or sparrows flying in the sky or to be seen upon the ground.

Where do the birds go at night?

When it is perfectly quiet where can all the birds be?

Are they asleep in bushes close to the ground or nestling high up in a tree?

Where do the birds go at night?

When darkness descends and evening arrives, where do all the birds hide?

Are the birds playing hide n seek, having a bit of fun, as they wait for the first glimpse of the morning sun?

Where do the birds go at night?

Do you ever wonder if they have a secret life?

By day they are happy, singing a cheerful tune. By night they are more reflective singing Clare De Lune.

Where do the birds go at night?

Is it a puzzle that keeps you awake?
Do you toss and turn, until the birds return at daybreak?

Where do the birds go at night?

When morning breaks and the birds begin to sing.
Every morning seems like the first day of spring.
Waiting for the first sight of birds gathered upon your fence.
Full of hope for the day to commence.

Inspired by a visit to the Lake District this week.
I hope you enjoy.

#nature #birds #lakedistrict