Best Wren Poems

Wren, wren, hungry wren,
what do you see today?
A lonely man with scraps of bread
he could have thrown away.

Wren, wren, little wren,
what do you see in me?
A smiling man who seeks out birds
for his society?

Wren, wren, with baby wren,
how do you treat your young?
You feed them...

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The wren is singing, high up in the tree
Come, lay your crown beside me on the ground
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me

For every bloom on earth there is a bee
For every queen a green king to be crowned
The wren is singing...

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I looked out to a morning drear

Nothing there to cause me cheer,

But when I looked outside again

Upon my gate there sat a wren.

God bless this tiny little thing

The wren, he now began to sing.

He sang such a happy tune

His sweet refrain dispelled my gloom.

It was...

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With a flower in her hand,
She strolled on by,
Smiling at a wren,
Who asked her why?

Her world slipping fast,
Still, she stopped to reply,
"Come here a little closer"
So no one else could hear.

"I have lost my family,
And all that I hold dear."
So he pondered for a moment,
Then...

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Where this time?
The pair makes several tries--
my hard hat, a can of nails, window ledge
all filled with leaves.
How do they judge
those inferior, this one prime?
It's predetermined, 
I don't know how.
So too their songs--
he two-notes or three-notes,
and she chirrrs along.
Same songs, same positions, 
morning in and...

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Words To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky shade thy duskier shadow flits
Beside the pathway; friendly in thy flight;
No wrath of...

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On top of the fence
A Crisp and Dewey morning
Smaller than her sound...

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The Wren loves to sing

Songs thy Bard will listen to

Inspiring his pen...

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folk dance in the streets
trying to find a ‘fake’ wren  -
old Manx tradition  

I’ve lived here for many years but have never witnessed this tradition but it is very popular and held in various locations across our little island. It is also celebrated...

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These hands that once held you so tight
Have held many others, yet you were so right

The fingers that grasped your skin, they held your essence
They've stroked few others since, yet have you not rinsed

Sweet soft skin that glided, slipped under my touch
Is now free, aloft,...

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Poetic Verses, Words Composed, To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky shade thy duskier shadow flits
Beside the pathway; friendly in thy...

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For whom do you cry little wren?
You spread your wings
All on your own.
Your siblings perished.
Do you know?
Do you sing for me,
And me alone?

I wish I could be you little wren
Been where you’ve been,
Be a small unassuming friend
I want to fly higher than the sky.
Singed wings...

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Ode To Wren

Her smile…
Could light
The darkest night

Her frown…
Turn the world
Upside down

She’s a circus…
She’s a sideshow
In her own special right

She’s a star…
That steals the show
Also a tiny slapstick clown

She’s special…
She’s beautiful
Both inside and out

So special...
That the Sun seems
To follow her about
 
She’ll leave…
Some day (as will...

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Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy tunes in day time 
Twittering morning for us
A melodic charm of dawns chorus
Quickly darting here and there
Doesn't seem to have a care
Collecting bedding for her nests
Bits of moss and old string vest
Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy...

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Buttery affection rains from the skies
Nurturing the tulips and daffodils
Bursts of joy upon the earth, to arise
With wonderous smiles, sunny thrills

Robins and wrens wrestle with the wind
Laughing and crooning, inspiring serenity
Warring with the windchimes, chagrined
By the swirling charms of love’s amenity

Oaks and birch whisper to...

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