Best Like A Bird Poems
My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes
My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy
My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will
My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light
My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends
My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow
My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day
But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words
FLY LIKE A BIRD
Love one another with your growing heart,
God has been watching you from the start.
Always remember the devil is watching you to,
Trying to get you to do dirty deeds so he can get you.
Always keep you heart with love and care,
If you don't, the devil will be waiting down there.
Live you life with laughter and a smile,
Mean and cruel that is the devils style.
The devil is always watching with his eyes down below,
Just waiting to take your soul.
Believe in God and he will not let you down,
Show the devil your heart is full of love,not a frown.
Your life will be much better if you put your faith in God,
Show the devil your not going to be part of his awful squad.
God is Good,God is great,
Treat others with care,you will be at heaven's gate.
When you cheat,lie,and steal,
That is the devil's work for real.
Pray and believe in God's word,
It's the best path to heaven to fly like a bird.
WROTE THIS TODAY APRIL 12,2013
I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who spreads my wings
From the East to the West
of the World
I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who fly across the ocean
From one land to another
With freedom and joy
I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who soars to through the sky
From the Earth to the Heavens
The wonderful paradise
I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who wish not to be imprison
From the evil doers
have not a heart
I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who wish to spread love
From the North to the South
of the World
I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
whose heart sings
in rhythm
with the whistling winds.
Life is a stage,
And we, singers reveling its meaning
In the guise of a vibrant symphony!
Life is the sky itself,
Allowing us to fly and soar
In its high avenues,
Like a bird living solely
For the sake of its freedom!
Why,
Unchain yourself from that which holds you back
Untie your wings from your back
And allow yourself to soar,
As much as you would want to
And as high as you would want to
Caring not for your falls
Since, though this world is made of dualities,
It seeks to see you being happy upon its soils,
Living while being carefree and bubbling with laughter
For a bird you are,
Tuning your songs according to the seasons and the tides
That offer themselves to you!
Just follow your instincts
And fly towards
Where your heart bids you to!
If you want to fly
First of all, learn to walk.
If you learn to walk,
Walk a lot before to fly.
Always remember though
You are not a bird.
The oldies don't count with years.
It is the experiences that makes somebody to feel old.
The knowlege comes from inside the experiences
But you can fly all you life in the sky of knowledge...
And you never can fly like a bird.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
she whispered in his ear
Torn
hands, eyes & heart
at first he plunged into her like an ox
caught up in the charm of the moment
in a blink of an eye it was over
under the covers
she treasured a red rose that was plucked a time before
the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision
felt a funeral in the brain let me explain
two lovers embarked on a cosmic scene
living in a land that is so very mean
a moment of pleasure now with a lifetime of regret
for I'm so very sorry that we had met
as a cold clap in the dark
she lit the spark to what I needed to know
faint hearted creatures in a double feature
the logical choice would have been to abstain
something's not quite right in the brain
just not having her in my arms now is driving me insane
The poet lives life in reverse, like a bird flying backward,
While young, he meditates on death as a distant, somber horizon,
He travels through the dark forests of thoughts,
Where trees are sculpted from shadows and leaves dried by time,
And the wind whispers secret melodies about forgotten endings and beginnings.
But as the years flow like a lazy river through the valley of memories,
The aged poet turns his gaze toward the light, toward life,
In his eyes now shine images of girls laughing under the blue sky,
Of smiles blooming like cherry blossoms in eternal spring,
And of desires rising like kites in the warm summer wind.
For the artist, in the secrecy of his existence, is an alchemist of time,
Transforming the lead of heavy thoughts into the gold of delicate dreams,
He learns to weave the threads of life from the fabric of inevitable death,
To create a tapestry where death and life dance,
In an endless waltz under the moonlight of eternity.
And so, in the flow of his consciousness, the poet bears his burden,
With wings spread toward the sky, seeking balance between beginning and end,
In a world where past and future intertwine,
Like two rivers meeting in the infinite sea of time,
Where each verse becomes a bridge to what was and what will be.
It's been my good fortune
to have this close friend,
a possessor of license
for flying type things.
He owns his own aircraft
for leaving the ground,
no wings fixed to lift us,
just blades spinning round.
A ride, two seat copter,
the feeling profound,
I feel as a bird must,
when flying around.
FREE LIKE A BIRD - TB
Bird in a tree
flew by me, wish
am free like it.
11/24/20 Charles Messina Than Bauk Poetry
Like a bird you flew into our lives…soared in on wings so strong.
When you spread those wings you protected us.
When you sang…you comforted us with song.
Once you chose to enter our lives…as you glided ‘cross the sky
we learned from you of gracefulness…you taught us how to fly…
You’ve shown us without trying…as over us you’ve flown…
that every creature on this planet has a beauty all its own.
Like a bird you flew into our lives…and as we watched you soar
we realized our lives are better now than they have ever been before.
Perhaps that is one of the beauties of life:
The more we age…the more we grow
we realize our life’s enhanced…by everyone we know…
How everyone is beautiful…
How everyone is free…
How everyone is here for a reason
Everyone…like you…and me…
Like a bird you flew into out lives
and to you we were immediately drawn…
but life is unpredictable
and one day you were gone.
Gone in an instant…a flash…a moment
gone in the blinking of an eye
gone before any of us were ready…
which makes it hard to say goodbye…
But we will be forever glad we knew you
forever glad for your kindness and your smile
forever glad you flew into our lives
at least…for a little while.
Like a bird on a wire
True laughter often seems to hurt when introduced.
Light & Love to both family, friends & other's
Many are suffering in the silence of mental illness do to a condition,
We seek for joy out of poison that softly sings
Try to come together then work toward a better future
Amidst uncertainty, worry & anxiety.
The world is the stage to set dreams in flight
Look to the rainbow to light your path through a variation of a dream.
As a caged bird so often will scramblle in it's dormant rage
The half hearted person will soon resist their aim in plight
Shine the light of the true real essence of their existence
Like a loud clap in the dark you lit the spark to what were waiting for
Stregnth with encouragement comes from above with tender love
The praise we bring get trampled to the ground so sound the alarm
A papal view in flight through a whole host of chorus to sing
Bring in the solace to help light the path to show the way
Don't fret to regret the main objective to it's text
To resist the wrong will always do what is right
Never relent to ever give up the fight to what we are waiting for
The surface of the moon has a rich texture of rock & stone
Flying high in world
to explore the unravelled
met with happiness
Dated-19.06.19
17 syllables , checked at syllable counter
The bird chirped on a twig,
Nice little home bird,
That we find around us in numbers large,
Neat little bird,
That goes about its business wide and far,
Its puny body, thin legs and soft wings,
Have a simple running brain,
Catching the worm,
Dousing thirst,
And nesting at best,
When reproducing,
It probably does it to perpetuate,
Perhaps it also enjoys the act,
Or treats it like hunger,
Once multiplied it tends for younger,
Catching a worm or two or more,
Some of us have perhaps seen them giving flight lessons as well,
And when and how it dies an uncelebrated death,
Nobody knows,
Perhaps the young ones she tended,
Also do not mourn her or perhaps they do,
I am not so sure,
She now stopped chirping and took off,
As she soared high in the peak of its life,
On an intended flight,
Oaring air troughs far and wide,
I saw it against the backdrop of blue sky,
Though I could not fly,
But perhaps I could be as simple as her.
Allah is like a bird the universe is her egg
If someone could give Allah spouse she would surely beg
Allah feels very bad cause she has no spouse
So her eyes are sleepless and she does not drowse
Allah can’t make enough food for herself
No one can help Allah but she needs help
If Allah could fly away to her dreamland
Allah’s fate would give her a lovely husband
Then pain and sorrow would be a forgotten thing
And all creations would joyfully dance and sing
Allah is like a bird Allah is like a bird
Allah is like a bird Allah is like a bird
"He or she eats like a bird," I've heard often said,
regarding people who eat little when they are fed.
Birds eat an average of 1/4 to 1/2 of their weight everyday,
so if humans were to eat the very same way,
one who eats like a bird, one can safely speculate,
would be very obese, vastly overweight,
and would literally eat themselves to an early death at any rate.