#birds poems on Hello Poetry

Melanie Jan 19

in the way a little bird collects
sticks and shiny things
I've been collecting anything I see
that might make you smile
I love to think that I could be,
even in a small way,
part of your joy
sneaking my love to you between chirps
stick by stick

#bird #birds #sticks #love #gifts

Abbott J Hardison Jan 16

Poet's Raven (8 / 5,000 Tristis Avis)

Perched high above the world,
Rests the poet bird.
A lost species,
Of the lonesome raven family.
Who stands among the branches,
Of the bald willow tree.

He weeps,
For lovers in London.
Split by chance,
Which took one to the heavens,
And left the other alone on the Earth.
But when his eyes dry,
Again he will fly.
With somber stories,
Tucked between his tear stained beak.

For anyone wondering, the subtitle reads "Sad Bird" in Latin. I wanted to style it after a traditional field journal of animals.

#poet #sadness #birds #ravens #trees #london #lovers #death

poormansdreams Jan 13

Swansong

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Or, pinion feathers, flip, on breezes, as,
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                  flap, about?

© poormansdreams

When I was small I always thought I'd be turned into a swan by my evil stepfather. But, I've warmed to the proud honkers in my old age.

#swan #children #lir #myth #legend #birds #swansong #curse #magic

Adriana Jan 3

Child's tears

At the window sill I sit to weep my sorrows
Ugly birds join in on my grief
Their hard caws echo my sorry cries
In mourning I have become a bird as unsightly
As grieving crows in barren trees

Why might I weep a loss not lived?
A child's tears I stopped from spilling
Caw ugly birds, for your sorrows
So I might join your wretched song
To pour my troubles to cold skies

Hands made to hold the world, cannot hold a wide-eyed child
Foul cries, like ugly caws, do not comfort
Wipe your eyes youngling, you will never have to caw to the skies
Stop weeping creature, thought you might only cradle dreams
Leave the birds to weep for you

I will never be a mother

#loss #grief #birds #motherhood

Arcassin B Dec 2024

"Your Honey"

By Arcassin B

Your melanin keeps me young and mines stimulate you.

Even though it's not the basis of our relationship,
Still need the sticky residue,
With you , explore the lows and the highs,
Want you to show me how you cry,
Wanna feel heaven just when we combine,

I want the honey , the birds , the bees , the grass,
The trees , chocolate cookies , I need them in my life,
I want ya' smile , ya' smell , ya'head , ya' toes,
You love it and it shows,
Maybe I want you as a wife.
🐝
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https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2024/12/your-honey.html

#words #life #love #lust #melanin #birds #bees #trees #grass #lovers

Gerry Sykes Dec 2024

Dishonest Starlings

A mendacious murmuration
  of black pixels dance a fractal fandango
  against the pale pink sky
telling you that all is well with the world.
A susurration of complacency–
  above the exhaust-scented streets
  of Birmingham’s melting asphalt–
whispers, “Don’t worry,
ignore the heatstroke starlings
dropping from the sky
onto viscous pitch dark bitumen”.

The original idea for this poem was the phrase "mendacious murmuration"
Mendacious - lying and
murmuration the word that describes a flock of starlings swirling randomly at sunset.
I chose the word susurration because of the consonance with complacency - I think the meaning of susuration - a hissing whispering sound is not only onomatopeic but also suggests something sinister.

The underlying narrative ids not that nature lies - but er choose to be misled into thinking all is well.

#environment #starlings #birds #nature #pollution

amelie Dec 2024

birds

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i hate winter
and the cold weather always seems to get to me
i would love to migrate somewhere warmer
somewhere my seasonal depression would never eat at me

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i always flee from things
and leave things that are good for me
i would love to be able to run away from my problems
run away from people that love me and never look back

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i long for family
and raising kids
i would love to make a family that is better than the one i grew up in
to make a home full of love

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i wish i was a part of a flock
and have people to count on
i would love to have a group that always gets along
always there for each other

i wish i was bird

i saw a huge flock of birds migrating today and it made me realize how interesting they are and how badly i want to be one

#birds #seasonaldepression #winter #selfsabotage #family

Zywa Dec 2024

[ Our cherry orchard ]

Our cherry orchard

is full of glitter-garlands --

Do the birds party?

Collection "Local inconveniences"

#cherries #orchard #birds

Stacey Dec 2024

Today

The air is fresh
The sky is clear
The birds are singing
The smell is pure