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S Bharat Apr 2019
The Hummingbird

The golden egg, an Owl put
In the nest of nerd,
Out of which came then
The Hummingbird.

A gemmy nestling saw nerd,
the sooty Raven
He was terribly shocked and
in grief driven.

Aware Peahen asked Raven
Eyes aren wet?
Seethingly he answered her
The little I hate.

The restless little flatters,
As a bee unstable
And hovers above flowers
Which do wobble.

Belated Peahen took Raven
To Peacock White.
The incident she explained,
And story did recite.

Let my wisdom penetrate,
In thy empty brain,
Love begets love; hate hate
Said Whitish sane.

Take care of her, no her liberty,
The little be free.
Wish she pearches on loyalty;
A branch of Tree.

S. Bharat
abigail j s Feb 2019
I think I would like to be a hummingbird,
flitting around on my own,
pausing on a branch for several seconds
to catch my breath
before moving on.

as it is,
I am constantly stopping and starting
simultaneously,
starting to learn and then
stopping to think.

perhaps, in a way,
I am already
a hummingbird.
written November 2018.
roan Jan 2019
I had always imagined your heart to be tiny,
Small like a hummingbird's.

Not because you were incapable of love,
But because you had the capacity for so much of it.

It fluttered at the briefest of glances
And jumped at the slightest of touches.

So fast did your heart beat that I had often mistaken you for dead
When I would wrap my hands around your throat.

You ran and you called and you pleaded
But no one could hear your little heart.

Even as it stuttered frantically
Against your rib cage, brittle as paper.

No one wants to love a quiet heart.

And so I took it and strung it on a chain of gold
So it could sit silently atop my own heart.
This is my very first posted poem. Please be kind.

Permission to use with credit
hj Jan 2019
You could see death
In her brilliant brown eyes
But in those same eyes
You could see
A glimpse of paradise

She's the humming bird
Who fell
Into the wrong nest
She's the little girl
With the weight of the world
On her little chest

She's the cries at night
And the echos of fear
She's the blurred eyesight
Because of the tears

She's the girl standing at the mirror
With teary eyes
She begs herself to hold on
She tells herself she can go on
She holds her tears back
And sings herself the same song

Hold on
Don't cry
Hold on till the moment passes
And passes you by
Hold on
Don't cry
Hold on
if they ask
lie
Hold on
Until you die
all over the place...
Keith Mitchell Nov 2018
hummingbird
behold
to this magical action
peculiarly suspended
magic unfolding
life needs a witness
what better
than the brilliance of wings fluttering unseen
hovering in place reflecting
******* up the very existence
god & goddess
thoughts
emerging energy
drifting in all directions
unchained love
raining like rays from the sun
antipode unconditional love contained
hearts superpowers
revelation of one Love
starting with you
floating gracefully
genius foundation of physics
unfortunate therapeutic consumption
familiar snake oil pitch
hopeful of the Devine powers that be
sort this out dive deep seahorse
entanglement of words like a trolling fishing net
enjoy the creatures depth and wisdom
settling is not an option
believe me
or dip your toes somewhere else
Glenn Currier Sep 2018
By the end of next month
the hummingbirds will be gone
and I’ll have to find other wildness
to bring that tiny measure of joy
to my mornings.
Madison Aug 2018
Little hummingbird

Wings aflutter, heart a-patter, drink

From that sweet flower.
Jennifer DeLong Jun 2018
Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy, and celebration. Hummingbirds open our eyes
to the wonder of the world
and inspire us to open our hearts
to loved ones and friends.
Like a hummingbird,
we aspire to hover
and to savor each moment as it passes, embrace all that life has to offer
and to celebrate the joy of everyday.
The hummingbird’s delicate grace reminds us that life is rich,
beauty is everywhere,
every personal connection has meaning
and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.
From Jason Aaron Swanson
RIP 6/1/2018
It's not goodbye it's see you soon
My son's best friend was killed on Friday June 1st in a car accident. He wrote this it says a lot about life he captured such a beautiful truth.. he was like my other son forever missed and see you again soon love you always I just had to share cuz he was such a brilliant beautiful smart handsome talented man.
Amy Perry Apr 2018
She spoke of swallowtail butterflies
In her native tongue,
Floating and drifting
To each new idea unsung.
But like a hummingbird
Caught in a net,
She was told to put
Her ideas to rest.
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