Sparrows
The sparrows are out tonight
In the expanse of the sky
Dashing in different motions
Like flames in several portions
Every glide tells a narrative
Soaring a pungent account
From page 1 to page 101
Sparrows can tell diverse stories
They tell me something
They give me signs
Of life and of love
Of life and of love
(written on August 24,2009 Danang City, Vietnam)
poem by Chester Maynes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Twilight and Dawn
The sun has set
Darkness has chased the world
Daylight fades
There are twinkle stars, there—
Wee are the twilights
They procure rapid motions
Dawn draws closer
Wee are the dawns, too—
The silhouette of earth
It fiddles with twilight and dawn
Ambiguous—
I forgot to hear myself
(written on August 31,2009 Danang City, Vietnam)
poem by Chester Maynes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Cinderella Road
We picked sunflowers on a summer glade
Chased the butterflies of many colors
The golden sun gutters a ray of life
Our songs on a Sunday morning are delight
Life can be a pancake of honey and butter
Our mouth savors a sweet taste of heaven
We crave the piquant not the bland
Our kitchen is a diverse mixture of oil and spice
This is the Cinderella road
We left a smidgen of hopeless home
We smile at this new ambiance
Our spoons are filled with cinnamon grains
(written on July 27,2009 Danang City Vietnam)
poem by Chester Maynes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Book Of Days
Your life is as a book
Written on the pages are the weeks
For you would give anything to take just one look
Into the next chapter, the next page
Each page is a new thought, a new dream
Sometimes it takes so long to pass that page
And sometimes nothing is as it seams
For you know you can not go ahead or back
You know you are where you are
You know you can't change that
As you read page to page, so near to fear
You write the chapters as you go, with each turn
Each turn, each move changes what's to come
And you know each moment could be the last
With this in mind you go so mumb
So numb to the touch, to the thought
You turn page after page
until you reach the 'end'
And only then, you are freed from the title
The title that has kept your thoughts bound, and tight
You turn the pages one by one
You take the pain, take the joy
Until you are done
And your story becomes another on the shelf of eternity
(1/24/2008)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A pair of Sparrows on my lovely Lemon Tree
Those were the days
So joyous and carefree
When I could watch the preening of
A pair of sparrows on my lovely lemon tree
Summer days were so short, winters were so long
And for endless hours one could go on a kite flying spree
When I could watch, hopping here and there
A pair of sparrows on my lovely lemon tree
Enjoying tender sunshine in winter is a past
And chapattis from an earthen hearth a history
When I could watch, assembling of a nest by
A pair of sparrows on my lovely lemon tree
What seemed to be mundane at that time
Life in my backyard so ordinary
Bliss it is in hindsight, chirping of
A pair of sparrows on my lovely lemon tree
I still sometimes motivate myself
To get off the treadmill and shake the shackles free
But can’t anymore find in my back yard
That pair of sparrows and that lovely lemon tree
A pair of sparrows on my lovely lemon tree..
A pair of sparrows on my lovely lemon tree.......
30 July 09
poem by Ravi Singh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Prince Of The Sparrows
He was a Prince of the sparrows
Spreading his wings e'er so proud
Dauntless in his flight-yes daring...
At his best, when high in the clouds;
Functioning, yes indeed, functioning-
Far surpassing the Cardinals O' Spring-
He was a Prince of the sparrows
Such sweet Psalms, he would sing;
Climbing, climbing into the heavens...
Soaring into the Firmaments rest-
Yes, he was a Prince of sparrows
At last, he has found, his longed for NEST! ! ! !
December 31,2011
By, Theodora Onken
poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sparrows too go unspared
We gallop in development
Minding not what we leave behind
We vow to protect environment
We observe World Environment Day
We launch Project Tigers
We pledge to ensure survival of wild life
All these go to indicate
That our activities are going to have
Negative impact on other living systems
We have come to talk about sparrows now
And celebrate, nay we should observe,
World Sparrows Day on 20 March
These tiny brisk little ones
Are nice to watch
And they nowhere compete with you
As their share on our resources
Is negligible
We did not even spare them
An earlier report says
These cute ones
Have practically vanished
From cities
Where it is ensured that
Everyone is in a communication network
Through tall microwave towers
Erected over all possible locations
These communicating waves
Are fine for men and women
But threaten the very existence of sparrows
We feel now that we need to protect them
But how can we do that
With those towers emanating
Dangerous life-threatening microwaves
That have telling effect
On the survival of sparrows
If we are really serious about sparrows
Either these communication networks
Are to be disbanded
Or a separate micro-wave-free
Sparrows' world is to be created
We really need to re-examine
Our ways of communication
If we seriously long to hear
The chirps of Sparrows again
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Tree Sparrows
Than their cousins house sparrows they are far more shy
The moment they see you into bushes or trees they do fly
They do look attractive when seen in the sunlight
Though in colouration from the house sparrows the difference does seem slight.
Tree sparrows are birds one doesn't see every day
From human dwellings from their cousins they live further away
For insects and seeds they search on the ground
And in Winter in flocks their numbers abound.
Like house sparrows chirpers they too cannot sing
But than house sparrows more wary of humans which is a good thing
They seem rather restless when humans are near
One might say of them their's is a healthy fear.
In grassy places near bushes and trees them I often do see
But they fly into cover when they notice me
Their cousins compared to them seem rather tame
Tree sparrows for them is an often used name.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Interlopers
Two tables along
From two Dutch lovers whispering
And a housemaid pushing a broom,
Three sparrows hoop round a menu.
A flea-bitten dog climbs onto a seat,
Not ordering,
Lolling abundantly.
This is not reciprocal.
I do not perch on sparrow's branch,
Or slouch in the brown dog's kennel.
Moreover,
Not content with
Patronising the eatery,
Even now
Three sparrows are hopping about this page,
The flea-bitten dog is lolling across this poem.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The usual afternoon walk
Flying sparrows, worry they do not
About what to eat about what tomorrow
Shall be, God tells us, so that
We humans, his servants, his children,
His friends, need not worry too
We know that we are spoken of that
God’s love and goodness
He feeds the sparrows from the grains
Of this field, he makes them drink from
The rain, he gives them all the sweetness
From the fruits of the trees
He had given them limitless skies
Where they can all fly
He had given them nests
For them to call home in all the nights
And storms
I walk today on this path, after a hard day’s work
I like to think
Reassuring ideas as these
God’s love and kindness
I like to see
These birds flying again around me in this
Usual afternoon walk
When the sun is about to set
On these walling mountains
How wonderful to see this scenic view!
How good the feeling to see the sparrows again1
Though I cannot hold and touch them
The softness of their feathers
The agility of their small wings
The lightness of their bodies
Their quick soars and dives and light landings!
I guess. Now, I am also feeling fine
This light body, the small wings of my soul,
The flight of my thoughts, soaring and diving and lightly landing
to the hands of my God
In the twilight of these dusky skies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Pair Of Sparrows!
A pair of twittering sparrows I see;
What a great wonder sparrows are!
Due to constructions of concrete jungles
Sparrows are driven out farther and farther!
So, they take shelter in high way trees;
Even those trees are cut for laying highways
And the sparrows are driven out still far away!
What kind of guys are they who take shelter
Under the trees in summer time but not
Think of pouring even a dropp of water to it?
Extension of concrete jungles destroys trees
And drives away a few sparrows too forever!
Is this called progress in the modern world?
Or is this a harbinger of apocalypse of the whole?
poem by Ramesh T A
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Trojan And Germany
Indigo soldiers
Of little aquarium
They mock a war
They mock a swim
These toys are
Depicting tragedies
Of Trojan and Germany
(written on July 2,2010 Danang City Vietnam)
poem by Chester Maynes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Players
The summer leaves in autumn fall
covering grass and garden walls.
A passing page on life’s stage
soon forgotten as the next season calls,
a circling unforgiving tide
that carries with it our passing lives.
Players are we upon the stage
of life’s ever turning page.
We live today and pray for tomorrow
that we may again grace the stage
of its next passing page.
And so life goes on
from birth and beyond
as players on the stage of life.
23 June 2009
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If That Isnt Love
(words & music by dottie rambo)
He left the splendor of heaven
Knowing his destiny
Was the lonely hill of golgotha
There to lay down his life for me
And if that isnt love
Then the ocean is dry
Theres no stars in the sky
And the little sparrows cant fly
Yeah if that isnt love
Then heavens a myth
Theres no feeling like this
If that isnt love
Even in death he remembered
The thief hanging by his side
Then he spoke of love and compassion
And he took him to paradise
And if that isnt love
Then the ocean is dry
Theres no stars in the sky
And the little sparrows cant fly
Yeah if that isnt love
Then heavens a myth
Theres no feeling like this
If that isnt love its got to be love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Pages of Life
Yesterday's page has benn written
it is over.
Tomorrow's page has to be written,
it is still has to come.
But,
Today's page can be written,
only by you.
It is only yours'
so, live the best today by correcting your past pages
and making ways for your future roads.
Life is yours' and live it to the fullest.
Today,
never think about past,
erase them from your mind,
think about future,
by writing your today.
poem by Yashika Goyal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Give Me All Your Love
(coverdale/sykes)
When I first saw you baby
You took my breath away,
I knew your name was trouble
But, my heart got in the way
I couldnt stop myself from reaching out,
I could not turn away
I dont even know your name
An I cant leave you alone,
Im running round in circles
Like a dog without a bone
I know the game youre playing
But, baby I just cant let go
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want
Just give me all of your loving tonight
Ill work hard everyday
To love and treat you right.
Ill rock you in the morning
And roll you in the night.
Any way you want
Im gonna prove my love for you.
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight, tonight, tonight...
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight
I am blinded by your smile
And Im crazy about your walk
I shiver and I shake
When I hear you baby talk
Im a fool for your loving babe,
Give me all your loving tonight...
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight
Anything you want from me...
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight, tonight, tonight...
song performed by by Whitesnake
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Book Of Life
In the book of life
we learn a little
with each page we turn.
We learn a little tolerance
can go a long, long way
along with a little patience
will help us through the day.
In the book of life,
every page has something new
to give our life fulfilment
as each page we journey through.
18 September 2008
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life's Lesson Book
Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate
The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf
My teacher turned the page and bade me wait.
'Learn first,' she said, 'love's grief';
And o'er and o'er through many a long tomorrow
She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow.
Cruel the task; and yet it was not vain.
Now the great book of life I know by heart.
In that one lesson of love's loss and pain
Fate doth the whole impart.
For, by the depths of woe, the mind can measure
The beauteous unscaled summits of love's pleasure.
Now, with the book of life upon her knee,
Fate sits! the unread page of love's delight
By her firm hand is half concealed from me,
And half revealed to sight.
Ah Fate! be kind! so well I learned love's sorrow,
Give me its full delight to learn tomorrow.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
So Young
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
Where theres life theres gotta be hope
And where theres a will theres a way
One mans in is anothers out
I gotta get out today
Where theres life theres gotta be hope
And where theres a will theres a way
Amid divisions youre so low
You know I gotta get out today
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
And where theres a will theres a way
song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Stories and dreams
Stories and dreams
~
Still writing stories and dreams
Into poetry the essence of life
Waiting to become written
Into a real memory
If every poem tells a tale
It becomes a step away from reality
A hope held, the fantasy
And all of it is beautiful
Even in the deepest tragedy
Sewn through verse to be spoken
In words carefully chose
Picked like flowers gently
Into the vase upon the page
Replacing dying laments
Picked so long ago
That even dreams forget
And so it goes on without end
Writing into the night
Stories and dreams all waiting
To become a real memory
poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Secret Leaves of My Notebook
Page after page, I wrote your name in my journal,
With flowers and bees drawn in rhythm of blue;
“I love you” I said in calligraphy of black and red,
But no page was ever torn to hand them to you.
Then I sketched your hair down to your shoulder,
And I adore your eyes staring at me so life like;
The curl of your lips that I couldn’t wait to kiss
Got your gentle smile that made me like a thief;
A thief full of wonder when he will ever get caught
By glints of those eyes just for once to lay upon his,
As he pretends to sip his coke just to steal them out
From the silence of your selfishness, he cries! Cries!
So, he jeweled your ears with rather less expensive,
Enough that he drew something as simple as gold,
For he was just a poor boy who cannot afford to give,
Rubies, diamonds, emeralds, pearl s were too bold.
He said, “I love you, ” hangs his heart on your neck,
With same name, same page, same sky, same trick,
And nothing changed and no leaf was ever ripped
In his notebook, you’re his love, his forever secret.
******************
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!