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A beautiful and melodious poem! (Report) Reply Jesus James Llorico The heat is mild this month of June As I rest in shade near my home While in silence, I heard a tune Of a bird's song, this time of noon... To me how sweet this lovely scene A nature's grace, to most unseen My feathered friends, true joy they bring On this sunny, blithe month of spring They seek and peck, and flap their wings In quick glances, they eat and sing They flew above, then play around And hum their happy, chirping sound It seems they knew, that I was there As they flew near, for me to hear I stood and gazed and hold my ground And feel the beauty that abound I think they call, each other's name Maybe something about their games Perhaps the food and other chores Or their love mates, they can't ignore But their life, was suddenly rouse By a noise from a nearby house They flew away, then out of sight Left me enthralled, such a delight... Alone again, and left behind What had happened was kept in mind As to what I felt, what I saw In my writings, I have to show To my beauty, worth lavish praise Whom I love in so many ways This poem about the birds that flew Will be offered, again to you! Jesus James Llorico's Other Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Comments about this poem (June 2013 by Jesus James Llorico ) Geetima Baruah Sarma (10/6/2013 4:58:00 AM) nice story poem about nature good imagery. (Report) Reply Beautiful poem combining elements of nature, birds' chirping and playing around, with that sweet silence in which the poet can ever find inspiration. All the best. Maria (Report) Reply Beautiful thread combining the sounds of Nature, the birds' chirping and playing around, with the sweet silence in which one ever can find inspiration. Thanks for sharing it. Maria (Report) Reply very sweet poem to read and enoy (Report) Reply love and love, in our writing we have to show, thanks. I invite you to read my poms and comment. (Report) Reply Top Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Still I Rise Maya Angelou Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe PoemHunter.com Updates Haven't you entered a poetry contest yet? Check out our list Great Poems and Quotes Everyday on our Facebook page. The Poetry Archive of Emily Dickinson Share your writing tips on 'Writing Poetry' forum page New Poems - Twilight Corsage Of The King Of Heaven, mary douglas - God, Show Me the Way, Seema Chowdhury - A Baby Mobile As Impossibly The Pattern .., mary douglas - Calm Negative Emotions, Seema Chowdhury - Leaf, gajanan mishra - MAZZIN VILLAGE ضيعة مزين, MOHAMMAD SKATI Sweetie!, Leylek D. Sovura - It Is Our Destiny, Seema Chowdhury - 18 Beautiful Steps, Seema Chowdhury - Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Seema Chowdhury
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Brandy Avery ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Maidin álainn, an ghrian a thagann i gcónaí amach. I gcás go leor cúiseanna chaill mé mo bhealach. I ngach áit liom dul ann i gcónaí stares. A dhéanann sé cosúil nach bhfuil a lán atá i ndáiríre agus go fírinneach cúram. Ba mhaith liom ach duine éigin a roinnt. D'iarr duine éigin a chase ar shiúl an tromluí. Tá an ghrian clúdaithe ag an taobh clé de scamaill. Cloiseann aon duine fiú nuair a scream mé os ard. Leagann Mo cheol saor in aisce dom. An rud amháin go ndéanann dom, dom. D'athraigh mé an dath mo chuid gruaige. Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag mothú go fóill ar an stares olc. Shoots Mo pian síos mo lámh. Tugann dom pian agus is féidir dochar a. Níl mo chorp ag iarraidh bia. Dúirt mo inchinn a maith. Ní dóigh liom gur mhaith liom. Níl aon duine riamh a fheiceann. Tá mo dánta dorcha cosúil le mo mhothúcháin den saol. Déanaim iarracht a bheith ina dea-bhean chéile. Shíl mé go leor faoi bhás. Ach d'athraigh mé mo shláinte. Ní mór dom a bheith anseo a chosaint mo buachaillí. Ón bulaithe agus na bréagáin bhriste. Tá mé fós anseo mar gheall ar thug siad dom go léir an sólás. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe