I don't know why
On a day like today,
The heaven is soft with dew,
And in trees; birds have eyes crying,
But the air up in the sky was new.
With poppy clouds looking down,
From the broken road out of heaven,
Upon fine lines and pleasant farm,
A blanket of trees canvasses the ground.
There were farmers and shepherds,
Harvesting in the same field,
I don't know why the work was so hard?
Raking the soil and planting seed.
Shepherds find the grassy verge,
Where life is quiet and only soft birds sing,
In trees where they rest and observe,
The broken road to heaven.
poem by Gerry Legister
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
March
When Heaven's breath is on the breeze
And sun has lit dew fresh new day
Clouds disappear in pale blue seas
Trees worship, ragged arms that sway.
Birds sing unwritten melodies
Soft lights unto the soul
Hard bitten winter elegies
Smitten flora in the Mall.
Where we will walk in March, my love
Spring whispers soft and true
Under a shaded arch, my love
As greyness fades to blue.
poem by Kevin East
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Heaven Only Knows
(heaven only knows...)
Oh, I know its strange
But I think that its about to change
So Ill take the chance
To get back into the straight again
Chorus:
Heaven only knows (Im really on the level)
Heaven only knows (Im trying to find a way)
Heaven only knows (Im walking down the straight & lonely road today)
(again...)
(heaven only knows...)
Now the sun will shine
And Im gonna work it out this time
And before the light
All I gotta take is one more night.
Repeat chorus
Heaven only knows, heaven only knows
Heaven only knows, heaven only knows
Heaven only knows, heaven only knows
Heaven only knows, heaven only knows
Heaven only knows.
(heaven only knows)
As the hours go by
I can only wonder why
You can change your mind
But you never change the price.
Repeat chorus
Heaven only knows, heaven only knows
Heaven only knows, heaven only knows.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Road Down to Heaven
Every morning - the road down
to heaven takes me to a haven.
The road down to heaven
leads me quietly away from hell;
fire of words burst
angery wolfs bite -
on the road of hell.
The road of heaven is
where the birds chirp
and all unite
to be one!
poem by Celine Berghmans
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Braving The British Weather
To brave the British weather, most birds don't have a choice,
But even in the worst weather, they raise such a spirited voice.
Cold and rainy weather can leave some of us feeling a little blue,
But, to me, it seems the little birds hold a different kind of view.
When, to us, the weather seems to go so very, horribly wrong,
The little birds continue to sing their sweet and happy song.
When a cloudless, blue sky still seems so very far from sight,
There is one song which will always ring out, so clear and bright.
When you find yourself walking along, upon rain-soaked ground,
From up in the trees, there will always come a heart-lifting sound.
A dull and dismal day can sometimes make us feel a little bit down:
Our hearts feel a little heavy, and our faces wear an unhappy frown.
Birdsong is a beautiful and pure, but powerful, Heaven-sent gift:
Upon hearing such a pleasant song, our hearts will begin to lift.
Even in wet weather, the little birds sing out with such pure joy:
Like the joy a child has, when hugging their favourite soft toy.
Even when we get wet through, our clothes will very soon dry,
So we should try to keep our chin up, and our spirits flying high.
Such joy is contained within the heart of a creature, so very small:
These tiny little birds really do set a shining example to us all.
poem by Angela Wybrow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spring's Accomplishments
Spring brings with it a warm, gentle breeze
Along with the trees sprouting their baby soft leaves
Gently tapping the ground are the soft showers
Bringing around soft, springtime flowers
Now here they come, the butterflies and the bees
Attracted to the gardens and newly awakened trees
The trees emanate such a calming scent of sap
And the birds nestle down for a peaceful nap
As Easter approaches, the sunshine gets stronger
And as spring continues, the days get longer
The spring goes into a deep slumber
And who takes over then? It's summer!
poem by Caroline Bulleck
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Moutain Cloud
Clouds gather, the monkeys gawk over the trees
With fright, cover their babies on bellies
A lone bird flaps its wings away to nest
The dark clouds gather over the mountain
People point with glee, the drought be would over
Trees sway and dance, the storm so strong
Lightening spits fire with golden streaks
Patter patter, patter patter, heaven gates open
Rivers flow with gusto, farmers sing with passion
As monkeys curse, the birds sleep with glee.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A River to The Sea
A river makes my water flowing to the sea
I'd never see
My courage, my love
Have all passed and been lost
In a place where I left them
Safe and sound
Too-high dreams breaks every part of me
Like the moon steal the day from the sun
Wind carries the whisper of heaven
But I've forgotten the language
So I just sit and wonder
'How long should I wait here,
Until an angel falls down and takes me away? '
My skin is growing old
And my eyes are getting bloody with tears
I'm not tired
I'm not scared
I'm just hopeless
.. In time I know I'll be hopeful
And in this road-pavement
With pebbles scattered like broken glass
Inside a broken home,
My soul will get better
When courage and love
Find me as well as they will get me someday
When birds don't fly just to see the world
Life is much better walked
When trees still breathe my used air
When all is fair
All around will get me the way they did
I know it'll be alright in time
And if the time is now
So be it.
poem by Sabrina Jubahar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Why do Birds Chirp in the Trees?
why do little birds chirp so loud in the trees
in the early morn the sun a yellow fiery
globe inching its greeting up the eastern sky?
it is because of the the little birds' excitements
for adventures of the new day
where their wings would take them for worms
for mates, for games, for the breeze in the air
why do birds chirp so loud in the trees at the close of day
the sun a fiery red globe gliding through the coppice western sky
it is because they wish to share their adventures of the day
chiding each other to prove who have taken the most worms
the new mates they have come to know
and where they should head the next day
why do birds stay so quiet in the night
the moon a golden disc keeping watch over foes?
it is because God has pulled a blanket over
their mind so that they can rest and
find strength when the sun starts lighting up a new day
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The New Forest
Tall trees offer the birds and beasts much protection;
Of flora and fauna, there is a truly fabulous collection.
Through the forest, ponies roam around wild and free;
Up above their heads, the small birds nest in the trees.
Under the canopy of the trees, the world seems so dim,
But, in grassy clearings, the sunlight is suddenly let in.
Trees, caught from falling, stand at an angle, inclined;
With other trees, their twisted limbs are now entwined.
Rabbits risk emerging from warren holes to run around;
Their long ears stand erect, listening for the tiniest sound.
The forest is punctuated with patches of soft, marshy land,
Where large pools of stagnant water, always seem to stand.
Herds of deer roam around, with their heads held up high;
But on seeing any human, they suddenly feel slightly shy.
Earthen tracks have been formed, by countless falling feet;
Eager to avoid the hidden dangers, of the soft bogs of peat.
Couples companionably dawdle, as they exercise their dogs,
Who, in their eagerness, vault over fallen, moss covered logs.
The boughs of Silver birch trees gently shimmer in the sun;
Twigs snap under foot, sounding like a shot fired from a gun.
The silence is sometimes broken, in places, by passing trains,
But once they've passed by, peace and quiet, once again, reign.
Leaves, twigs, pine cones, and berries, carpet the forest's floor.
For birds and animals, the forest is Mother Nature's food store.
The forest is a sanctuary from the pressures of modern living;
The pace there, compared to everyday life, is more forgiving.
The forest can be a magical place; it seems almost enchanted.
Tiny tots believe fairies live there and want their wishes granted.
Here and there, the ground rises into grassy mounds and banks.
The trees stand tall, like the attentive soldiers in military ranks.
In the shady spots, unfurl a multitude of magnificent spiky ferns.
In autumn, dressed in bright colours, the trees almost seem to burn.
Broken boughs lie abandoned; under lichen laden logs, insects hide.
Streams meander through the forest, and the surrounding countryside.
All of this outstanding natural beauty, is given to us humans for free;
There isn't a more tranquil place upon this earth, where I'd rather be.
poem by Angela Wybrow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Advent of Humans Shall Turn This Heaven into Hell
Queer fate
And a big wave
Stranded me on an
Isolated island
I opened my eyes
Found myself amidst
Beautiful trees
Blue skies
Colorful birds
Eye catching flowers
And sparkling waterfalls
I was the lone human
On this heaven on earth
I ate fruits
Played with the animals
Sang with the birds
Danced with the winds
One day I remembered
My family and friends
I prayed to god
Bring all of them
To this heaven on earth
God smiled
And said to me
I can do that my son
But remember
The advent of humans
Shall
Turn this heaven into hell
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Daybreak
The distant mountains gleam and glitter
With the sun rising in all his glory
The world awakes to songs and sounds
And takes up all its chores so cheery
The green woods echo the song of birds
Poured in strains of sweet melody
The silvery rills that run through dales
Sizzle and simmer in neat prosody
Birds that leave their nocturnal haunts
Dart to heaven's measureless bounds
Shepherds lead their docile flock
To graze on grassy mountain heights
The spotted deer and the white hare
Come out from their close covert
On the meadows and over the plains
They nibble the grass and run about
Lovely groves and gorgeous gardens
Buzz with the hum of Bumble bees
The agile squirrels with bushy tails
In great vigour, run up the trees
From the boughs of arching trees
Hang the blooms of colourful hue
Wow! They look so exotic to view
Bright with the touch of morning dew
A brilliant glow illumines the earth
And the spell of darkness - come to cease
Casting the cover of snowy mantle
The morn has emerged in serene peace
Like a child that wakes from sleep
Fresh after a night long rest,
The world is once more back to life
With man and beast, so richly blest.
poem by Valsa George
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Heaven
Heaven is waking to see your love.
Heaven is seeing blue skies above.
Heaven is hearing your child's laugh.
Heaven is observing a newborn calf.
Heaven is touching the sea with your toes.
Heaven is smelling the salty air with your nose.
Heaven is tasting the food you love best.
Heaven is napping or taking a rest.
Heaven is crying the tears that you need.
Heaven is doing a friend a good deed.
Heaven is music that gives you a lift.
Heaven is not some faraway gift
that comes when you finish your life.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To-Em-Meps ‘The Unmoving Cloud
I
The clouds have gathered, and gathered,
and the rain falls and falls,
The eight ply of the heavens
are all folded into one darkness,
And the wide, flat road stretches out.
I stop in my room toward the East, quiet, quiet,
I pat my new cask of wine.
My friends are estranged, or far distant,
I bow my head and stand still.
II
Rain, rain, and the clouds have gathered,
The eight ply of the heavens are darkness,
The flat land is turned into river.
'Wine, wine, here is wine!'
I drink by my eastern window.
I think of talking and man,
And no boat, no carriage, approaches.
III
The trees in my east-looking garden
are bursting out with new twigs,
They try to stir new affection,
And men say the sun and moon keep on moving
because they can't find a soft seat.
The birds flutter to rest in my tree,
and I think I have heard them saying,
'It is not that there are no other men
But we like this fellow the best,
But however we long to speak
He can not know of our sorrow.'
poem by Ezra Pound
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
They Tremble
The winter wind is wonderfully warm today,
clouds, contrails mostly, criss-cross the sky,
white spaghetti in blue sauce, and spicy
The trees rock gently in the desert's breath
birds play games merrily in the sky,
wild squirrels dance psychotic summersaults
It is morning, the must of mondays is moribund
soothing shadows sing with simmering spirits,
dust and debris lies dead on the driveway,
In the car we huddle, and I tune to bluegrass
we drive, far up the canyons, smiling and laughing
here we are, finally; on this back country road
Here blue brush bows along the bumpy road,
hawks hang high above in hungry harmony
and gum trees gather in guarded groves
We watch the trees, listen to the subdued wind
a moment only, we see the leaves tremble
they tremble, and then one by one, they fall
poem by Poet Dragon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Field Of Innocence
Quiet.
Soft.
Full of peace.
No vandalism.
No wrong.
No sorrow.
No pain.
It's my field of innocence.
It's my life.
The place I dream about.
I know I am very young,
To early for me,
But when I pass.
I will go to this world.
Heaven,
Though, I like to call it field of innocence.
I don't know why.
Seemed fitting.
The innocent are there,
Resting in the quiet peace,
With our Lord Jesus.
I know someday I'll go,
And when I do,
I want to go to Heaven.
My Field Of Innocence.
poem by Trinity Bella
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Allison Road
(robin wilson)
Ive lost my mind on what Id find
And all of the pressure that I left behind
On allison road
Fools in the rain if the sun gets through
Fires in the heaven of the eyes I knew
On allison road
Dark clouds file in when the moon is near
Birds fly by a.m. in her bedroom stare
There was no tellin what I might find
I couldnt see I was lost at the time...
Yeah I didnt know I was lost at the time
On allison road
So she fills up her sails with my wasted breath
And each ones more wasted than the other you can bet
On allison road
Now I cant hide so why not drive
I know I want to love her but I cant decide
On allison road
I didnt know I was lost at the time
So I went looking for an exit sign
All I wanted to find tonight...
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I saw heaven
I saw a heaven of grass and trees
From the top fall red leaves
I saw a heaven with waterfall
Falling from the artic stall
I saw a heaven with opera like rocks
There lived dog like fox
I saw a heaven covered with ice
Jumping from the bottom a plenty of mice
I saw a heaven with no dead end
Messages never reached were they were send
So in short I saw a heaven
But I don't exactly remember when
-By little poet
poem by Bhupendra Swarnakar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This Is Heaven
I wake up each morning
with the songs of the birds
and in the air are the smell
of the greens and blooms
and of the fruits on the table.
This is heaven
yes, this is heaven.
I feel no hunger
I see no guns
I may have to work all day
but I am always greeted with peace
by the downing sunset.
I am in heaven
yes, I am in heaven.
But I tell you my friend
It's lonely here in heaven
there is drinking
but no music
there is food
but no feast
there are songs
I cannot sing
and dance
I cannot dance
there are gatherings
I couldn't get in
and yes,
this is heaven
but I feel
all alone.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Think...........
broken bottles, broken glass,
everywhere scattered on the grass.
once it was spiky and green,
wind was blowing,
moving grass in the stream can be clearly seen.
upon the mountain through the trees,
blows a sweet, soft breeze.
think what will happen if trees be tear,
there will be no loin, no tiger no any bear.
no place for birds to make a nest
where could running deer be take a rest.
no place for hiding nuts,
squirrels are homeless,
sparrow finding space in the huts.
see clouds seem as teddy bears,
see rabbits, peacocks roaming without fears.
watch and catch the stars at night,
stars will not be as bright.
with in few or someday,
everything not be in same way.
blue water, floating high waves,
no dolphin, no star fish to be gaze, ,
in human there is wealthy race,
time will come we won't have even a single standing place.
it is time to awareness be raised,
for saving environment plan must be traced..........
There is a Little Peice of Heaven
there is a little peice of heaven,
a peice for everyone,
a peice that is safe,
a place that is yours,
a place that brings you peace,
a place that gives you happiness,
a little peice of heaven.
there is a little peice of heaven,
on earth,
on the seas,
in tears,
in eyes,
in loneliness,
in love,
in hatred,
in death,
in life,
in everything,
is that little peice of heaven.
there is a little peice of heaven,
in a soul,
for so many people,
a spot that everyone deserves,
a spot that everyone on earth needs,
a spot where hunger vanishes,
a little peice of heaven.
there is a little peice of heaven,
over roads,
through trees,
in forests,
in the seas,
under waterfalls,
on rooves,
between rocks,
between booz,
a little peice of heaven.
there is a little peice of heaven,
in towns,
in cities,
on isleands,
on boats,
in boxes,
in cars,
in vans,
in trucks,
there is this little peice of heaven.
there is this little peice of heaven,
we all know well.
this little peice of heaven,
is actually...
this little place called...HOME.
poem by Sindal Benson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!