Beautiful Birds | David P. Carroll
My love for you is endless
And true sweetheart,
I truly love everything about you,
My love is now for you,
So take my hands and fall in love watching the birds
Sing from above…
bird poems
Heard | Hino Black
Through my bed room window..
I’m aimlessly looking at the sky…
Thinking of my life so far..
I’ve only knew things..
I didn’t want to know..
I lost my voice and only their words..
I’m now speaking..
There’s a voice in my heart…
Telling me ..Don’t follow the orders of society…
And be free like a bird..
Keep on dreaming..
Even these dreams are disappearing with the wind..
They decided everything for me..
Even which dream I should dream…
Everything it’s their choice..
My clothes.. My beliefs.. My dreams.. Even my future..
But from time to time…
I will break their rules..
And fly outside the herd..
And sing melodies…
That they never heard..
Like a bird in the sky..
Flying freely through the night..
Unseen but definitely heard.
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On Cannon Beach | Stan Morrison
a feather in the sand
how i envied the bird
takes off lands at will
free of the gravity on earth
unfettered by such cliches
repulj madar, repulj
fly bird, fly!
The Birds | Guna Moran
Because they do not have a permanent home
The birds are always free from the worries of land and property
They make a nest at the time of hatching
The fledglings fly away as they grow wings
The nest too drop down as it rots
As they do not have a permanent home to say their own
They cannot be blinded by the longings for their kins
So they can fly away to reach the horizon with their partners
At their own will
Therefore it’s only them
Who can enjoy the pleasure of getting drenched in rain with with their partners
(Translated from Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)
March — View from My Window | Mary Parkes
Tall bare trees reach up so high.
A thick black blanket hugs the sky.
Will we have rain now or will that cloud scatter?
From my warm viewpoint that is no matter!
Now chattering sparrows arrive at the feeders, then
Six sparkling starlings – very fast eaters!
Two little blue tits cling to the suet ball
Lots of titbits break off and fall
down to the ground
where a blackbird I see
and a friendly little robin
looking in at me.
Sheltered | Mary Bone
Baby birds are sheltered
under wings,
trees canopies,
rock cliffs.
Outside elements
can’t get in.
Baby bird’s wings spread
and fly into a rude awakening.
Winter Notes | Joan McNerney
Those sky champions…
birds twittering their game plans
each winter morning
Big bare tree
on top of the hill…
a giant spider web.
Snow gusts flying
through this long night
wings of an angel.