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MetaVerse Apr 5
The shuttlecock, served,
Goes over the net.
I'll probably lose
The dollar I bet.

Over the net
It goes back and forth:
It goes north to south,
And it goes south to north.

The birdie in flight
Flits like a sparrow.
She hits it so hard
It darts like an arrow.

I smack it as hard
As I can possibly smack it,
And, wouldn't you know it:
It's stuck in my racquet.
The birds remind me
That the sweet songs of loving
Were not meant to be
Haiku for you

Words are not enough
If I ever disappear,
Don't go looking,
I will be long gone,
Far away with the winds.

But if you wish to hear me,
Lend an ear to the early breezes,
You will hear me voice,
Calling out, softly singing.
Long away with the winged birds.
Debbie Apr 3
In the westward sky is a crow's clear caw.
A visceral proof of life.
That there joyously exists more than just our strife.  
It soared mystically deep into the baby blue
and fluffy white blissful unknown.  
In the north sky
gathers a small ****** of crows,
with their chaotic excitable moan.  
A folktale goes that the crows congregate
to hover and decide another crow's fate.
Place a scavenger of death in a vast cheerful sky.
You realize a great many days are void of a why  
They are just proof of life.  
So feel alive!
Giggles
Chuckles
Laughter
Birds
The mocking birds
The birds I don't quite get
Everywhere they go
They mock another bird
Like it's another average day
Or another standard Tuesday

What did those birds do to you?
When do you not be a nuisance?
Why do YOU have rights?
i think I **** at poems currently but that's fine!
kris Mar 29
They fly in groups in the sky above,
Filling the air with God's love.
Flapping their wings with joy in their hearts,
That's how the sky reveals God's art.
Arii Mar 27
I wander across a silent land
As a miserably lonely man
Following the call of
An early morning bird

With nothing in my head,
And nothing in my hands

The bird, in all its morning cheer
Chirps and trills for all to hear
It sings even though there is no crowd,
Its song is as magnificent as it is loud

It holds its head up, proud and high,
It looks up daringly at the sky,
Like the clouds are challenging it
To fly

It leaves the branch it rested on
Wings spreading as it took off
And I still remain a lonely wight,
But maybe I, too, can take flight.
Bruce Taylor Mar 27
I sit out back
and listen
to the sounds
of a heavy
bass beat
from across
the street
and birds
singing
high soprano
in the trees
but all I hear
is Beethoven’s
Sixth:
da dahdah dah da
da dahdah dah da
dah da…dah da
neth jones Mar 28
lunch break  fire escape                  
   seagulls hover  far below              
rattled  by stern winds          
  thoughts battle  their own nature    
no progress  in their flight      
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tanka style
original notes :my high perch on ninth /fire escape /the backs of gulls below /flight   rattled with wind /no forward progress in flight
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