Best Sparrow Poems
Oh if I were a true poet
one that could write a good rhyme
I would compose a few ones
and earn myself a dime.
Why, I'd write about man's folly,
as the robin said to the sparrow:
"Why are men so stupid
their minds so clouded and narrow?"
The sparrow cocking his head replied:
"They accumulate facts and lies,
Little caring about their true intent,
Alas, they are not really very wise."
The robin looked at his red breast,
remembering a Man on a cross,
how He bled, and sighed and suffered
all because of man's grace loss.
The sparrow nodded and smiled.
"Wisdom is not acquired by knowledge, my friend.
It comes when in our lives we've failed
and when we truly try to comprehend."
I don’t know how many millions or billions
Of sparrows there are, but the Father does
How can he know when each sparrow falls?
He knows every detail because
He is infinite and omniscient
He counts every hair on your head
He cares for the lilies and cares for the birds
He makes certain that each one is fed
What do I say to my little girl
On the day that her grandfather dies?
In that silence when we both know he’s not coming back
I hold her and sing as she cries…
He is infinite in his love for you
To prove it he left heaven’s throne
He died on the cross and he rose from the dead
He’s preparing a place for his own
So why should I worry about my life,
Or what I should eat, drink, or wear
Why should I fear what the future may hold?
Just consider the birds of the air
He is infinite and omnipotent
He knows every path that you tread
He cares for the lilies and cares for the birds
And makes certain that each one is fed
When you grieve for a loss or your life’s at a crossroads,
You don’t know which path is God’s way,
Remember his Word says his will for you
Is rejoice and give thanks and to pray
He is infinite in his love for you
To prove it he left heaven’s throne
He cares for the lilies and cares for the birds
How much more does He care for His own?*
*Matthew 6:26 "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"
written 4 Jul 2003
He called it love and his captivating way,
She called it fear and longed for the day.
All alone she cried those bitter nights,
While he ran around to his hearts delight.
He had her heart he pulled her strings,
All she ever wanted was the joy that only true love can bring.
He controlled her mind, her spirit, her soul,
All alone with no hopes of ever achieving her goals.
Completely stripped of confidence and pride,
She became a victim of his heartless and evil side.
She was hardly a child when he stole her heart,
Lured in to his web with lies and broken promises from the start.
Now all of her dreams have faded away,
As she musters up courage to try to make it through another day.
He has convinced her that what he says is the final word,
No matter what she had read or heard.
You can’t make it out there, alone, is what he said!
You won’t last a week till somebody finds you dead.
So callous and cruel he chose those frightening words to keep her here,
But she had reached the end and leaving was the only way and she saw it clear.
She said you’re right and I should hush so let’s not fight,
But her things were packed, she’d be leaving this night.
He got all dressed and went out to make the town,
She called her a taxi and left that clown.
She broke the bonds that held her there,
Now she’s on her own enjoying life and breathing in this new found air.
This little sparrow has found her wings,
Enjoying everything this life can possibly bring.
Don't light a wick that will not burn
I only ask that your shadows stay dark
for willing I am not, in want of a turn
to howl as a wolf or a dog's baying bark
To spurn you, who has not known touch
would chill flowing of blood in any soul
Without ardor in moonlight as a crutch
a body has no will of its own, nor control
Virginal and insipid is an innocuous mind
No guilt flows through its virtuous marrow
A body can waltz although sight is blind
as much as joy is found in flight of a sparrow
It was just lying there on the floor
like a poem I had abandoned,
left for dead, considered trash
Not a breath did it take
No thrashing to behold
I'd not witnessed its death
in the making, truth be told
but I knew with every instinct
so I hung my head this morning
in respectful mourning
Its eyes, I'd only imagined
winked at me while I stared in shock
wondering where was its winged flock
to have left it here all alone
to have its feathers plucked
like an oyster that'd been shucked
eaten by a hungry mouth
left to decay were its tiny bones
when it should've been flying south
I knelt to whisper of my sorrow
for this stiff fallen sparrow
who would never see another morrow
and grieved for its remains until
I was aghast but relieved to see
its outstretched wings
had deceived my blurry eyes
What joy it brought me to realize
this bird was not of flesh and blood
but an Origami work of art
Why stone the sparrow as she sings
To silence her with broken wings
The gentle creature knows no hate
So cast no stones, it’s not too late
Though feathered of a different score
Her song desires just to soar
To live and let love bears no cost
And nothing to avail is lost
Why stone the sparrow as she flies
So sad whenever something dies
Created by a love divine
As life is meant to thrive and shine
There must a place be, to remain
Where all can sing in sweet refrain
So sing, oh sparrow, never cease
To sing your hopeful song of peace
Upon my fence alit a pretty sparrow
Her stay was brief, and yet I felt more noble
Than if the visit were of king or pharaoh
(inspired by writings of Henry David Thoreau)
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Baby
Bird wiggles
Upon concrete
Downy feathers, weak feet
Death waits
Even a sparrow soars
As its tiny soul
Climbs to great heights
Have you seen it?
Wings flat against the body
Brown bullet
Aerodynamically
Slicing through the air
Covering distances
In a twinkling
That we lumbering humans
Take minutes to travel
Surely it can reach heaven
More easily than we
December 7, 2009
Call it alliteration or pun,
It is more than that ;
I write about my beloved sparrow that nests
on mountains and tree tops
just like the eagles of the north ;
Oh,sparrow! ,your arrow penetrates my narrow heart
deeply to make it shallow,
sending sparks through my body .
Call it alliteration or rhyme it is more than that ,
Sensation and blood compete for a race
through my veins and arteries ,
When I set eyes on you,
Air gushes into my lungs like a flowing stream,
As you open your mouth to speak ;
Your white enamel teeth shine more than the morning sun;
The synchronized movement of your body
sends signals to the synapse of my spine,
Which reverberates emotions to the hypothalamus of my brain,
How can I cope with this ?
My sorrow fades ,my pains vanish
When I got touched by you ;
Oh ,sparrow! Oh, dear!! How dare you
Incapacitate or incarcerate my thought ?
Thought of not falling in love with any damsel ;
not being fooled again ;
The padlock of three years unlocked in seconds ,
Which makes me sing songs of songs to Utopian lady ,
You faith strengthened me and your courage boost my ego;
I will continue to nod to your
Lyrics and dance to your music .
Call it alliteration or pun ,
You are not far from wonder land ,
Sweet sparrow sent to shake-off and shame sorrow ,
My unfailing love ,I unfold and unleash unto you….
1-17-2017
*A valentine poem dedicated to all lovers….
A sparrow the image
And she lonely seeks out food.
From the bushes and recesses
For a hopeful waiting brood.
And the cosmos spins around her
And she seems a trivial thing
But the Maker of the cosmos
Knows her lot, formed her wing.
A sparrow the image
And the day seems cold as death
But the Keeper gives her wrapping
And a cheerful singing breath.
And she greets the paltry sunshine
Of a birthing winter's day
With assurance that her Keeper
Sees her through to flowering May.
A sparrow the image
The dark days still abound
And tooth and claw and slander
Wait for her on shadowed ground.
But she finds her way to Zion
And a nest within its walls
And quite certain Loving Deity
Knows of each her flights and falls.
(Consider Psalm 84 and Matthew 10)
A song of a sparrow in the springtime.
Birds chirp a lullaby at the peak of the morning sun.
Speedy is the dragonfly, wish I could catch just one.
Clovers fill the meadow and daisies are in bloom.
Brilliant as the rainbow heanen's scent perfumes.
I hear a sparrow singing sweet tunes of joy and glee.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, sing a song for me.
As springtime goldenrods glow.
I see a sweet sparrow perched upon a rose.
Elegant are the carnations,
and honeybees buzz me by,
God's mighty creations of tender springtime.
I hear a sparrow singing a joyful melody.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, whistle in the breeze.
Lilacs spread their fragrance.
Daffodils line the creek.
In the wind the lilies dance,
and crickets chirp at my feet.
I hear a sparrow singing such a sweet tune.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, lift the morning dew.
Sing a song the prince of love and let the music flow.
Drowning in sweet melodies I open my window.
Perched upon the cedar tree a mighty little bird.
Singing tunes of springtime for all to be heard.
(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)
Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.
This is a land with a departed monarch.
We - sparrow, blackbird, crow -
flit or sit above the richness
of that marching red regalia.
Thousands of arms stretch, sinews strain,
cameras are held aloft
to catch the start of this queen's obsequies,
such elegance, such grace.
We - blackbird, crow, sparrow -
observe orb and sceptre on the magnificent pall,
witness the splendour, the spectacle,
delight in the sound of vocal souls.
Millions have viewed that coffin.
We - crow, blackbird, sparrow - see them gaping, gazing,
with its eight pallbearers, in their blood-red flame,
as this Abbey welcomes what they carry.
(Sep 2022)
(You may wish to see also "Trooping the Colour" of June 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2023)
As the whisper of a sparrow
gently graces my side,
she touches the earth
I am as well, touched
by my sweet grandmother
whose love for the little birds
has inspired me
innocence knows innocence
and I can remember her words
as she sprinkled bread crumbs
in the grass
she said, take care of our little friends
they need us as much as
we need them
Each time I see the tiny creatures,
I see my grandmother’s face
and hear her voice
and I know
that she is still inspiring me
to take care of those
who need us
Sparrow
“You are just a sparrow Honey Chile “
“I’m not” she said to him
“You sort of sometimes drive me wild”
She said “it is no sin”
“So shut up Chook I’m gonna talk”
He clamps her beak so thin
She squeaks an something, squawks
And then she does him in
Don Johnson
For Francines competition 2nd