Best Inspirationalbird Poems
There is a bird in the tree that's afraid to fly...
Maybe the road from birth to today was a cry...
Tattered wings on a angel that's scared to touch
and will only stay...
Maybe there never was a safety net when one was
small and still learning her way...
If my hands can hold this little bird and show her
that most of the world can be kind...
She then can pull those wings away from her eyes
and see she is not blind...
Your covered heart is getting more scared as days
pass and time drifts by...
You must take that leap and have faith that God's
eyes will over see your ride...
So fly my dear bird and sing and dance, show the
world you are more than a glance...
for M.G.
Somewhere soulful the dawn bird laughs,
And the sound means something,
To someone.
Perhaps the land is rough and dry,
Or full of monsoon rain.
And the resonance,
The slight of ear,
Perhaps is never heard,
Yet it means something,
To someone.
We need not sense the sky,
To know it’s there.
We need not see love,
Yet it means something,
To someone.
And somewhere gracious,
Somewhere kind,
The dawn bird sings.
Perhaps its nest lies empty,
It's home without care.
Or perhaps it finds its life fulfilled.
Whatever its place,
Or purpose.
Or wants.
The dawn bird flies,
And we need not catch it,
To believe.
We need not cage it,
For it to mean something,
To someone.
A bird came to me one night
"Be still" he said, "And have no fright"
My body trembled as he came near
And then he began to whisper in my ear
He spoke of love and certain things
Then all at once he began to sing
He sang a soft and long lullaby
It was so beautiful that I began to cry
The bird, he wiped my tears away
And said, "Please my child do not dismay
You must learn to lift your fears"
Then all at once he disappeared
A bird came to me in my sleep
Upon my bed he did creep
I wish I knew from where he came
The bird that tried to ease my pain
Because I would like to thank the bird
For all the gentle words from him I heard
But somewhere deep within my soul
I feel he's near and that he knows
The sun was shinning and no cloud cover
was in view. Few cars this early traversed
the road making my ride decidedly
safer and serene. I couldn't contrive
in my mind a more beautiful Sunday.
I was consciously consumed, contented.
When suddenly I spotted something steel-
gray not far ahead of me. At first I
thought that it was the usual soft-shoulder
debris. The closer I came it became
clear to me what it was: a dead gray bird.
I braked my bike, dismounted and approached
it. I stooped and lifted the lifeless thing.
Still warm to the touch, that it could have died
a moment ago. Suddenly saddened
by this find a feeling of guilt arose
within me. Not knowing the nuances,
with bird in hand I began to bemoan
a rush of muted memories flooding
my senses. I stood there alone, alive
knowing somewhere, someone or some thing soon
would suffer the same funereal fate.
Guilty because I live to love this day
sans mother, father, brother and sister.
A cumulus cloud snuck across the sun
further darkening my melancholy.
I grudgingly gazed down at my fleshy
bier, still cradling the feathery corpse.
The cloud continued it's eternal course
across the sunlit sky showering me
with prodigious, radiant rays once more.
I knelt and scooped a shallow roadside grave
and placed the little lifeless bird inside
while elegiac verses passed my lips.
As the last of the moistened earth covered
the unmarked grave I gave thanks to my God
for this solemn Sunday reminiscence.
I hopped back on my bike and sped away
with the profoundest feeling of His Love.