#chirp
How would it be
As a swallow upon a tree
Singing his birdsong
For you and me
He shan't wait for long
As he's finished his song
Watch him sail the blue
Not a care if he's wrong
Where will he be?
Who will he meet ?
Flapping his wings he
Stopped On a street
A child chases
And it's off to the races
Back in that blue high
Where children seldom cry
In the rain or in the sun
Does the swallow have his fun
And come night he ventures forth
As the blue he calls home had gone swarth
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
The birds chirp outside
Rain crashes in sleek pools
Small ants are crawling
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC
The cricket was only doing what crickets do
Walking slowly up the walk looking for more crickets
Looking north and south, east and west
He or she appeared to alone
Where were more crickets
Where was the orchestra of fellow crickets
What happened
The wonderment stopped when this cricket let out “crick-it, crick-it”
The orchestra followed suit and sounded out in cricket harmony
Cricket harmony so welcomed by this once lonely cricket
Off it hopped to join in the symphonic noises created by the once hidden fellow crickets
Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it......
Brian Hill - 2019 # 239
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
The steady chirping of the crickets
Is natures concert, without the tickets
How do they do it, I have to ask
Don't they get tired of their life long task
They click, chirp and clack, all night long
Hippin and hoppin to the same old song
It makes you crazy, I have to admit
I really wish, they all would just quit....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 194
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
Happy golden thoughts danced around my head.
Things of joy happen everywhere
Children play
Birds chirp
Flowers grow towards the sun
Everything is happy
There cannot be evil,
Not in this land of yellow.
The people live lives in shades of yellow.
No dark color inhabit.
A place of happiness really does exist
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
I thought I heard a chirping bird
just about this morning’s sunrise.
Don’t think a mating call I heard—
sounded like a shriek of surprise.
I was surprised, too, and quite so.
Not from the bird’s chirp. Well, perhaps.
There were puddles instead of snow,
and snow-plowed mountains in collapse.
That chirping bird and I both saw
the cautious springing up of spring.
But while that bird sang to the thaw,
I don’t think I’m done worrying.
Seasons ’round here don’t change like that.
Although winter has one more freeze,
the bird on its Tree Ararat,
celebrates forty-five degrees.
This morning it was just one bird,
soon maybe crickets will chirp, too.
But I think spring is seen not heard,
and that chirp’s too good to be true.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
As the progression of time commences,
The birds chirp seemingly less ocassionally,
And their impression wears with time.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
curfew relaxed, now-
voodoo in yellow, purple;
"we'll be fine” birds chirp.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Ideas grow like weeds
Cicadas chirping loudly
Radio spies and cerulean skies
Makes rain shout
But doesn’t calm voices down
Too many tubes of paint
Smearing across the creases
Into a new hue of brown
White clouds begin to deepen
The beast underneath the skin itches
Scratching brings relief
Only for a few seconds
Lights on and off
Can’t decide if tiredness
Dawns because of life
Or of sleep
Energy of a battery
Juiced up for an era
Stillness an enemy
Thoughts a plethora
Costly daily rituals
Ended with a wild escape
Luminous thunderstorms
Don’t have sadness inside
Learn from their naivete
Take their advice
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Knock, Knock,
the sun vibrated
as eyes opened and breath anchored.
Chirp, Chirp,
birds whispered inside stream of air.
Chant, Chant,
the moment unfolded with grand dreams.
Beat, Beat
my heart echoed
with song for peace.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
Birds come to aid of poets
who are stuck mid-air
somewhere
They'll chirp and sing
their best song
that'll guide us long
and will take off
as soon as we drop the pen
to their own nest
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
dear black bird
with a purple neck
your familiar chirp
cannot be heard
through this glass
- Kaya
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
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Like a love song
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And ode to divine being - here and now
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A bird's song
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
She resembles a make believe song
As if my sorrow for the staircases
Of the ocean
Blue because the nymph stretches
Around the ring of perfection
When the world was as dull as a sink
When the sky looked like a pillow
Trembling behind the doors of ***
As if the leggs weren't enough
To ask for a second meal
Then
The hand cuts the melancholy pear
Swift and shinning pear
Before the branch broke in half
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
Bristled blue feathers
Like nature's forgotten child
She chirps to no one
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
A chirpy little bird
A notion reaffirmed
From egg to box to room
You preen your emerald plume
I love you, Roombird
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC