D id you know their nests are like a sock made of cotton indeed, S o delecate are the birds brings paradise for me. I so love their buzzing sound as I get a close look this day, R ight before my eyes and their colors on such a brilliant display. G iving me delight as they suckle from the flower indeed, B eautiful they are and so very sweet. I n the rush of the day I place a flower in my hair, N ice of them to drop by for they are so aware. M akes my heart flutter as they draw near, M aking a little noise saying thankyou in my ear. H ave you ever enticed a hummingbird, U nited in flight and the sounds so heard. They do not wet you: I think you are not real In your green feathers! You are not a humming-bird at all Standing on air above the garden! I dreamed you the way I dream fairies, Or the flower I lost yesterday! 5. Is there a silver wire I cannot see? Is the wind your perch? Raindrops slide down your little shoulders. Why do you stand on the air And no sun shining? How can you hold yourself so still On raindrops sliding? They change and fall, they are not steady, But you do not know they are gone. Worry of Winterīirds love the cozy place that rests on the shores of the lake and simmering summer days when the feeder is plum full the hummingbirds beat endless drums while song birds hum their misty morning praise, scattering seed skins below seven twitchy goldfinch swooped in and wrestled for feeding rights, each one a tiny fluttering sun of drama with wings thrashing in the still dawn soon summer sounds will soften into autumn, the lake will rest in cool foliage relief, golden orange reflections will wander the shores with the worry of winter in limb and leaf 4. To wake to life dead summer hours - Fond memories fresh as fragrant flowers, In winter bare. So true and fair Each change without affects its coat A fire bell blazes on its throat Yet still it chirps the one clear note Blown everywhere! So sweet and fair Its mellow hum hath magic powers. So wise and fair A poet’s thought that lives by stealth, From honeyed cups it drinks its health, With too much joy for making wealth To purchase care. So neat and fair An artist’s dream of loveliness - Its form charms thro’ a gauze-like dress Of rapid wings, that one might guess Was wrought of air. ‘Neath Salvia’s coral cup it swings, And to the winded flower clings As if grown there. So small and fair A sun-dyed dew-drop born with wings. What heavenly tints in mingling radiance fly, Each rapid movement gives a different dye Like scales of burnish’d gold they dazzling show, Now sink to shade - now like a furnace glow! 2. When the morning dawns, and the blest sun again Lifts his red glories from the eastern main, Then thro’ our woodbines, wet with glittering dews, The flower-fed humming-bird his round pursues Sips, with inserted tube, the honey’d blooms, And chirps his gratitude as round he roams While richest roses, tho’ in crimson drest, Shrink from the splendor of his gorgeous breast. Throughout history, many famous poets have been inspired by the beauty and grace of hummingbirds, leading to some of the most iconic famous poems about hummingbird to describe these fascinating creatures. My hummingbird found me A cactus i used to be Instead she wrapped around me she kissed my deep buried heart Rose petals surround me All around me All around me I am a dancing flower now Dancing On the beats Of her cute fluttering sound… Famous Hummingbird Poems Whewįlower flaps all day!! The life of a hummingbird… not easy, is it? 6. Lonesome nightingale serenades the airwaves searching for his soul mate lone pelican gliding against the evening sky so effortlessly blown in with the wind hummingbird nuzzles a bloom and is blown away again 5. Hummingbird sits, rests Manzanita twig tight gripped Brilliant throat flashes 4. Pairing up, one more time, Sipping nectar so divine! 3. Calling out their sweethearts tune Hoping for another boon. Holding tight, not letting go Nearly touching down below, Pulling free, then giving chase Longing for another taste. Floating down upon the breeze Spinning round like maple seeds. Taking hold with all their might Swirling love, alive in flight. Whirling, twirling lovers fly Falling through the tree tops high. Is it a monster bee, Or is it a midget bird, Or yet an air-born mystery That now yon marigold has stirred, And now on vocal wing To a neighbor bloom is whirred, In an aery ecstasy, in a passion of pilfering? Ah! ’tis the humming-bird, Rich-coated one, Ruby-throated one, That is not chosen for song, But throws its whole rapt sprite Into the secrets of flowers The summer days along, Into most odorous hours, Into a murmurous sound of wings too swift for sight! 2. Interesting poems about hummingbird can be a lighthearted way to celebrate and cherish the quirky, rapid movements of these tiny birds.
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