Finch Poems - Poems about Finch

No Name What a finch I saw. Many colors for a small bod. Lovely bod in that bud. Around her or his What? You name it. He or she I do not know. It has no name No Ids No papers No and No .. What a free finch!...Read the rest...

I Silently sipping the last limping remains of wine within the crumbling confines of my glass. guiltlessly glistening in the amorous arms of evergreen. Lonesomely, my eyes lift themselves up from my blackened blue brass bottle of bitterness and gradually grows...Read the rest...

finch dainty delicate beautiful trill prettiest yellow melodic voice on a branch sing song finch...Read the rest...

crimson lilts of joy fill the alder tree with song~ concert of rubies 03/14/22 howmanysyllables.com...Read the rest...

Brussels Alfred William Finch a realist to a neo-pointillist but staying an artist was not his lot the wheel turning to a pot from a dot* *https://www.wikiart.org/en/alfred-william-finch...Read the rest...

chirpy little finch awakens early risers opening the day...Read the rest...

And I Barely Heard the Finch How sweet your timid twitter, Like a child pulling on its Mother’s dress, And like the child, “Do you want to talk to me, Do your little chirps mean more than seed?” Free you...Read the rest...

gold turning silver feathers with the leaves shedding ...Read the rest...

Gold Finch Had Gone What we did was find ourselves flinch, When we had smelled all of the stench; All so terrible, And unbearable; Gold finch had gone all over the bench. Jim Horn...Read the rest...

Grinch Finch I once was hired to use a winch to wrap it’s chain around a tree a tree that held a frightened cat I knew that this would be a cinch for nothing ever worried me I didn’t know there...Read the rest...

RARE BIRD Sitting outside my window a Black-throated Finch is there. This little bird now is on show seldom seen, could become rare. A Black-throated Finch is there, hoping he'll stay for some time, seldom seen, could become rare, pecks at a worm...Read the rest...

Looking through the three-eighth gauge, at zebra's, stars and plumhead. Listening to the expert in the trade and take in what he said. I went home and scanned through pages of books and magazine, perusing photographs of aviary...Read the rest...

springtimes chiaroscuro gouldian finch...Read the rest...

Awaiting my presence, You knew I was there. Black beads gaze into mine, Why would they want to leave?...Read the rest...

the winter and spring on the Pinus Colere finch on both tail and head...Read the rest...