Best Sparrows Poems

predictable pairing
        like plans and lovers
two sparrows fly, flirt
wing beats hyped
          to dull the scent of overcrowded news
in spring air, grinning

scrappy species
two birds that pitch and swoop
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                         The last leaf did fall,               ...

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               From my bus window-
in unison,  all at once  a  g a n g  of tiny brown sparrows 
     hovered, and then perched...

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You say hello in passing
and I come as promised
again and again, this poem
written with lines unsaid
sparrows gathered
outside the restaurant door
chattering among themselves
a December borne
the day fading, sky bleeding red.
We talk about seasons
brushing hands, and you say
the chicken tacos are good.
The patron next to me cheers
to...

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It cocks an eye at me.
I recall, as a boy, I stood
by a window looking at a sparrow
just like this one.
Every feather could be the same,
even the mien and stance
of the bird – the same.
I had never thought of myself
as a tree,
yet all my life
I’ve...

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Outside my window I heard a chirping,
And on a tree was one little sparrow;
This bird had not a care for snow falling.

Often many perch on a branch narrow,
I find their nests in walls and in vines;
And on a tree was one little sparrow.

Even in light...

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The Sparrows they dance 
They dance to a music
Soaring in time to the conductors baton
Flitting, diving they follow his movements
The song they create is beyond words, beyond sound
The Sparrows they dance
They dance to a music
The wind is their partner
as they whirl with the breeze
Together as...

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The seasons passed beyond the glass doors
I could see in detail each of their days
As I wheeled my chair forward-
No one day remained the same
You can always find some difference
Mirrored by choice

Save for a sparrow
That began its visits 
On that autumn morn

It perched itself on...

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Cobbled traces ankle-turn the December night,
hobbling church goer's on sleet-covered streets.
Lines of warblers rise at the sides,
confined side walkers avoid the car play.  
Wet headed wanderers, at large in the dark,
set chill chapped hands to their wind-burned cheeks.
Off key, they carol from the quay...

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Sparrows bleed as trumpets scream
They fall to kiss the earth
Crimson proof it's not a dream
For death has given birth

Darkness smiles with broken wings
A feathered wake of sorts
When death is born no one sings
For joy somehow distorts

Devils dance and act a fool
Just barely out of sight
Shadows...

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sharp chirping outside
sparrows hopping on the lawn
enjoying the day

Heidi Sands

8/15/17...

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You’re a peacock amongst sparrows
A swan amongst geese,
An aria amongst discourse,
A sleek schooner amongst a rag-tag fleet
You’re a mighty oak,
In a forest of trees.
You’re the most beautiful person,
That I ever did see....

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Do you ever watch little birds in a tree on your front lawn?
They rise early, stretching, shaking, chirping right at the break of dawn.
They are soon to be going out looking for their food for the day.
It’s like they gather to talk about day. Make...

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sparrows pause in spring
walden pond on cabin's peak -
no epiphany...

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The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day...

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