The
Hummingbirds
by Charlotte
Smith
Minutest of the feathered kind,
Possessing every charm combined,
Nature, in forming thee, designed
A proof within how little space
She can comprise such perfect grace,
Rendering the lovely; fairy race
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The
Hummingbird
by Angel L. Villanueva
I opened my eyes,
And there she was,
The hummingbird.
Funny how fragile she is...
And yet, so powerful in flight.
I gaze in amazement as she hovers,
Searching for that one flower,
To give her what she so desires.
Selectively, carefully, she searches.
The hummingbird.
What a beautiful creature.
As I admire her,
I can't help but to think...
What if I'm the flower she searches for?
I smile...and close my eyes.
There is no creature that compares to her...
The hummingbird.
Hummingbirds
Sylvia
Finegan
The Hummingbird is cute and tiny;
Sometimes his wings look very shiny.
His beak is long and comes to a point;
And in it you won't find a joint.
He's stays around the feeder, and protects his food;
He's sometimes aggressive, with alot of attitude.
A humming sound, he seems to mutter;
His wings are so fast, you might see them flutter.
He'll go from flower, to feeder, to flower;
He'll fly through a water mist, to take his shower.
A brand new feeder, he has found;
One he can eat from, and buzz all around.
At the end of the summer, you must fly away;
But I know you'll be back, again someday.
A Hummingbird
Spoke To Me One Day
by Dee Dee Brough
Years ago, one summer
I came upon a little hummingbird,
no bigger than my thumb.
As it fluttered about a flower
in search of sweet nectar,
I stood, frozen in time, and
was mesmerized by its grace.
I'm not sure why,
or what compelled me,
but I ran inside
to get my brother's BB gun.
As I raced back to my prey,
I did not think
of my actions, or
of consequences, or
regret.
But only of the thought,
"I wonder if I can get it with one shot?"
At that moment, it turned to me
as if to say,
"What a beautiful creature.
so full of life, and
love, and
compassion.
It is a wonderful day to be alive!"
But I did not listen.
Instead, intent on my mission,
I aimed, and
pulled the trigger.
And in one thoughtless moment,
a tiny lifeless body lay before me.
I am now thirty- eight years old.
And since that summer of my youth,
A thousand memories and regrets
I have.
And one that haunts me still
is a small one.
If only . . . I had listened with my heart.
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Summer Sprite
by Kelly Bartlett
age last edited: 11
See the delicate hummingbird,
As tiny as a baby's thumb.
Zooming through the flower garden,
Sipping sweet elixir from each mum.
His exquisite plumage sparkling,
In the summer's radiant sunlight.
Like wee precious diamonds,
Iridescent colors seem to ignite.
Flitting from flower to flower,
As rapid as the eye can blink.
To each blossom he will zoom,
Delicious nectar he will drink.
A diminutive flying wizard,
Darting sideways and upside down!
Hovering almost stationary,
From morning's first light to sundown.
What a wonderful acrobatic aviator,
Performing truly Amazing stunts!
To each bouquet he skillfully zips,
Imbibing the sweet juice more than
once.
The
Hippopotamus and the Hummingbird
by S. D. Rodrian
The Hummingbird deliciously
sucks nectar from th'flower
& see him: going by
puncturally on The Hour!
The Hummingbird is elegant
due to Th'Rapture of his Great Offense
being so irrelevant--
The Hippopotamus' Vast Eloquence
(making all th'difference)
he lacks The Elegance
of Th'Hummingbird, whose timeless Crime
at its timeliest Sublime
is but like deference
in The Springtime
--While Hippopotamus: So fat
& so exceedingly gross
keeps no timetables & never demurs
to crush The Rose
(not to imply that the Hummingbird
somehow is charming because he lacks
the weight to wipe out Nature's Word
with his light-weight attack)
--I say THIS to teach you: Keep on time!
No matter how small You mean to be
(the Hummingbird is elegant
primarily due THIS courtesy)
while Hippopotamus is O, so
a-bo-mi-na-bly wry
because: he's either always stepping on your toes
or asking: Why!?!
The Hummingbird
by Steven F. White
Kiss these flowers, drink their colors,
in the garden where I'm sleeping.
They're like whirlpools, all these flowers,
their throats of gold, yours of ruby.
Give me the force, give me the light
to be the message of your wings.
Sketch above me with your long beak.
Let your design of healing fall.
Mark my body with my singing
so you'll know me when I flourish.
Your eyes are now a field of eyes
in the garden's flow of flowers.
Can I call you when I need you?
Will you help me when I'm frightened?
Drink my colors, they're like whirlpools.
Kiss this flower, my open mouth. |
Sonnet to the Hummingbird
by Taimur
O
little one, now spring from bough to bough,
Under your tiny feet let nothing break;
O sweet reminder of the here and now,
Let all dull hearts anew with purpose quake.
Sweet pea to stock, go nuzzling every flower,
Tease out the nectar sweet with tongue and beak;
Inspire with joy all eyes and verdant bowers,
Breathe out the scent upon love's pallid cheek.
Oft I've adored your pinions raven blue,
With rapid strokes they beat the morning air;
Your heart I know not but beneath your wing -
Bright red and gold I once saw hidden there!
Such charm and more you do well so to hide,
With us let just your matchless song abide.
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Hummimgbird, Oh Hummingbird
Terri Long
hummingbird, oh hummingbird
you showed me beauty without a word
so tiny, so small
hovering there as if to stand so tall
Fragile you do look.
Pretty as a picture in a book.
Spellbound I am looking at you
what a wonder you are..
The Epitome of strength there in mid-air.
Going about your life without a care.
Colors so
beautiful ,without even a sound.
Truly.. Still.. I am spellbound.
Your wings an illusion, peaceful, calm, and serene.
You seem slo-motion like in a dream.
So hummingbird oh hummingbird with your spellbound flight
Your strength and
steadfastness,, and your might..
You in all your
wonder.. come back..
keep me spellbound anytime from dawn 'til early night.
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Tiny
Poems for Tiny Birds
by Larry
Gates
awake at dawn
darting through strands of mist
the flower-seeker
out of heaven
still glittering
the hummingbird
two fighting hummingbirds
rise slowly through leaves
not touching
a thousand facets of metallic light
turning his head
he darkens
soul slips out of my body
and chases
the hummingbird
another hummingbird darkens
and flies off
towards the rainbow
sunlit raindrops
explode around
the hovering hummingbird
a day of dreams
the garden and the hummingbird
float on my breath
under the vast dome
of the sky
two hummingbirds are fighting
little bird
at my face
you make me real
deep summer
the hummingbird disappears
inside a flower
tiny hummingbird
hovering before my nose
what is your name?
a thousand nows
the busy hummingbird
in the garden
time slows
as the hummingbird approaches
the flower
fully open
the red flower accepts
the hummingbird
curved space
every trajectory
ends at a flower
the dueling hummingbirds
do not see
the rainbow
too many words
I sip tea
and gaze at the hummingbird
wind and sunlight --
a floating world of hummingbirds
in the flower garden
The present moment
hovering before
a flower
a bell rings
the hummingbird selects
another flower
dawn
wordless flowers
waiting
this will save the world
a hummingbird chasing flowers
in the wind
fuschia from below
he lingers
as long stamens touch his throat
as we garden on hands and knees
a hummingbirds tastes
the unplanted flowers
He is Jack and I the giant
my face a massive landscape
with crevices and outcrops
nothing else matters
the hummingbird has become
the moving arrow of time
whirring wings
as time vanishes
before a blue flower
mountains and the quiet smile
of my wife
a hummingbird darts between us
The hummingbird flies off
I sense it is I that is moving
backwards and out of control
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A Requiem for a Hummingbird
By Lee Thomas Ostlund
So tiny
This precious fragment of our Universe.
So innocent
And eager to savor Life.
Non-judgmental.
But forgiving of any obstacle
That might perchance
block its way.
'Twas perhaps its first visit
To an early bloom --
And that was its fate.
The brambles of an untended vine
Caught its fragile wings
Still shimmering in gossamer green
And poised as though
In glorious flight.
'Twas now enmeshed
In insect webs,
Spent thorns and brambles.
Stilled forever in its earthly ventures --
May the Great Spirit
Who notes every sparrow
In its fall
Be merciful to this tiny
spirit-soul.
And welcome it to
His joyful
kingdom.
Hummingbird
by Laerynfra
Beware the sultry
"seeps" of the
Blue-throated
Hummingbird.
His persistance
will sway you
into dining on
Shrimp Plant and
Scarlet Runner Bean,
sipping Mimosa cocktails,
and enjoying Little Cigars;
but later you'll
find yourself dancing
at local hangouts,
for handouts
of sugar-spiked
water, wondering
how he ever got
your heart
to beat
so fast.
Brief Joy
by
C. David Hoit
Oh joy, the hummingbirds
found my porch
therein to seek the nectar
which is placed
for their nourishment.
Bright blue and green essence
beating faster
than the eye or even
a camera shutter can see
minuscule images of suddenness.
Their blessing is not sought
by lesser creatures
who sting and buzz
but attracts only those
for whom it was intended.
Hummingbirds, once in a pair
mostly alone,
come to briefly feast
knowing not that they provide
the real purpose, my enjoyment.
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Hummingbirds
Della Comer
MacGillivray
Rainbow colors adrift
upon a wee glittering bird
In flight so swift
scarce a humming is heard
Into the trumpet vine
she dips in a dash
slender bill to devour
nectar drink in a flash
Out like a space ship
jewel bright in the sun
skyward she skips
the journey not done
Away to a cup nest
of spider web and down
hidden in a jade green
beautiful gown
Guarded for a fortnight
are two pearly eggs, white
Then on a summer's day
tiny birds soar in flight
Ever darting again
as little shooting stars
off to feast on silken seed
where lilies are
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