Birds Poems

One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
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Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
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Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
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I need to find time-
a scrap of time
unnoticed
by the demands of everyday life
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Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day,
As they go lumbering across the sky,
Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high,
Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray.
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IT was a lover and his lass,
   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
   In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
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He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
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Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
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You speak for the lakes, the trees and the birds
You say what they'd say if they had the words.
Make PEACE and be proud, choose well every choice
Speak HOPE and speak loud, you are Nature's voice.
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No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
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The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
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There you were a sight to behold,
quietly sleeping, in shimmering folds.
No heart to disturb your precious rest,
I left you lying there in a faded red dress.
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The birds sang in the wet trees
And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now
And I was dead and someone else was listening to them.
But I was glad I had recorded for him
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The morning dawns,
with the pellucid rosy tint on the buds,
The rustle of the perfunctory cool breeze, .
awakens the birds and the bees.
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Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.
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Our minds have become intimate with words.
We fly together like two paper birds.
Small creeks, big rivers and the mighty sea,
Sustains the lyrics of calligraphy.
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Rows of books around me stand,
Fence me in on either hand;
Through that forest of dead words
I would hunt the living birds -
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Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks.

Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- Thistles blossomed late afternoon.
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In a bushy tree, there, some twenty birds nested,
Where each of the couple birds comfortably rested.
The he birds were so engrossed to their duties,
That they never left their workplaces before 4: 30s.
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A favorite memory of her grandma began before she could even say a word…
In her Grandma's backyard, sitting on her lap…tossing seeds out for the birds.

It's where her love for her grandma and birds began…where her imagination first stirred.
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Little black birds perched on
Telephone lines on high
Watching strange black birds
Walking, talking here below.
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Birds, birds in dreamy, dreamy eyes
Wait for me till I descend the stairs
That be many: One after on, up, down
The same I plod
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Musically singing birds fly joyfully in the morning to enjoy another day in full;
It inspires me to observe what they sing so happily making me share their joy;
What do they sing so? Is it about beauty of Nature or love or Poetry sure?
These things remind me that they are lovers of liberty, freedom and love as Poets!
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Isn't there a saying - ‘eat like a bird'!
If so, have you noticed- the birds
Constantly searching for food?
Continuously eating!
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Birds of great size
To be the extinct elephant bird
A Madagascar bird
Whose closest living relative in the kiwi
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Black and blue, red and green.
Pretty birds.
Lovely birds.
Soar and dive and preen on the scene.
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