Bird Poems - In Various Styles by Amature Authors
Below is a compilation of bird poetry covering different topics such as singing in the morning and flying.
Some poems are about a single bird while others include many different birds and their songs.
Two authors contributed to this page and their names are above the titles. Enjoy their work
Crows-Poem
By R. Moore - Australia
They wait for me,
Wrapped in thick, jet-black coats
Of feathers
Their eyes, they look
Straight through me
See my darkest secrets
Know what I think.
But when I step outside,
They flee screaming
In their harsh piercing voices
Determined to hide from me
But they hold no secret
They don't mean to scare
It's not their fault
They're the way they are.
A bird haiku sampler...
By Joseph Kozlowski
geese in flight formation
Canada Geese
Canada Geese land
on the pond as if eager
to learn ice skating
Bird Evolution
evolution in action
sparrows filching food
from the finch feeder
Birdbrain?
birds on window ledge
inform us October is
fill the feeder time
Another Perspective
high in Yellowstone
watching the hawk slowly glide
far far down below
Red-Winged Blackbird - Poem
By Joseph Kozlowski
Red-winged Blackbird
With wives' all speckled brown,
Nesting near the water,
Never near the town.
Red-winged Blackbird
Living in the field,
Why not the forest,
Which offers better shield?
Red-winged Blackbird
Flying through the sky,
Your colors are so vivid,
They seem to come from dye.
Symphony At Dawn
By Joseph Kozlowski
western meadowlark
Slowly waking to cacophony,
The pre-concert
Tuning of a symphony.
Then silent pause, pre-syncopation,
To build what's now
Our anticipation.
Sir Cardinal takes the opening bar.
Calling his wife,
Who responds from afar.
Repeating notes like a fine-tuned string,
He corresponds
To a fine violin.
Robin's come, she's trilling Ola,
Adding much,
With her viola.
Mourning Doves are more like cellos,
A supporting cast
Of charming fellows.
Blue Jays' more a musical riddle,
Do they play brass,
Or more bass fiddle?
The shiny section starts en masse,
As Grackles screech
Like a hinge of brass.
Starlings add discordant notes,
As a little flock
Above us floats.
Hermit Thrush acts the hobo,
With perfect pitch,
On his solo oboe.
It's often nice to add a singer,
And Wood Thrush alto,
Is a real humdinger.
Nothing like a finale drummer,
And "Woody" throbs
Like a frenzied plumber.
Rainbow Birds
By Joseph Kozlowski
Red: Red-"tinged" Blackbird sippin' near the
well,
Scarlet Tanager who's not The Pimpernel,
Red-breasted Nuthatches, a downward batch,
And fidgety Mr. Cardinal with his red thatch.
Orange: Black-headed Grosbeak's good for hobnobbin',
Then I'm bobbin' with the orange red Robin,
Baltimore Oriole's out for a spin,
Know the name of his Northern twin?
Green: The Green-winged Teal with speculum flashing green,
Glossy Ibis who likes to preen,
Mrs. Western Tanager, nicknamed Olive and somewhat restive,
With friend Mr. Mallard and his head that's festive.
Blue: Beautiful Eastern Bluebird floats o'er a bay,
While good old Blue Jay's raucous some say,
Mountain Bluebird's graceful I've heard,
And Indigo Bunting is an awesome bird.
Yellow: Yellow-breasted Chats, which actually croak,
Black-headed Grosbeak is quite the bloke,
Cousin Evening Grosbeak has moved to the east,
But the "wild canary" is not a beast.
Purple: Poor Purple Martin's more a steely blue,
But let's not forget the Purple Gallinule.
