Bird On The Wing Poems | Examples

A Place Where Angels Sing

My body now rests beneath autumn soil, for I am no longer here.
I know you're sad, but please believe; in spirit, I'm always near.
And although my remains are now in the earth, my soul forever lives on.
So cherish your memories and grieve for awhile, but don't let it last too long. 
I transitioned home like a bird on the wing and reside in a place where angels sing. 
Surrounded by love, my soul travels free, and exploring the heavens is where you'll find me.


My sweet little fur baby, Elle, left this world on Friday November 1st after bravely battling cancer for many months. She was the kindest, sweetest little soul and ever so gentle. My heart is broken, and I'm finding it hard to get through each day without crying. I miss her terribly.

My Eyes Can Still Dance

I'd like to feel free,
As a bird on the wing.
Join a choir and gustily sing.
Read an exciting book,
Without being disturbed.
I could talk to myself,
Without being overheard.
Sit out in the garden,
On an old garden swing
Swinging up high,
As a bird on the wing,
Free as a bird,
That's how I would like to be,
Young and unencumbered,
Not ancient like me.
I am old now,
Have I lost my chance?
Certainly not, MY EYES CAN STILL DANCE?





Previously submitted January 2022

Silence and Happiness

It snowed lightly last night.
I venture into the woods,
hear the silence reigning supreme.
Mutely a light breeze weaved its way 
amongst the moss-covered trunks,
the high branches swinging serenely,
the verdant leaves of evergreen trees.
 
Occasionally a snowflake fluttered down
onto the white path that winded its way
across the solitary forest.
I felt peace in silence
despite the cold that griped
my arthritic old bones.
A few tears of happiness bleared from my sight.
The mist lifted like a silken veil,
all around shone in utter splendor:
a masterpiece of an ethereal painting
of some great master of olden times.
 
I felt your presence everywhere, O Lord,
I was exhilarated as a bird on the wing,
elated and consoled in utter harmony
with nature's song of praise,
a heavenly sigh to its Creator.

The King is Dead

The sword of a King

Like a bird on the wing

As the light of dawn

Is here then it's gone

The power that's wielded

Is used then it's yielded

With no justice around

Till a new King is crowned

My Eyes Can Still Dance

I'd like to feel free,
As a bird on the wing.
Join a choir and gustily sing.
Read an exciting book,
Without being disturbed.
I could talk to myself,
Without being overheard.
Sit out in the garden,
On an old garden swing
Swinging up high,
As a bird on the wing,
Free as a bird,
That's how I would like to be,
Young and unencumbered,
Not ancient like me.
I am old now,
Have I lost my chance?
Certainly not, My EYES CAN
STILL DANCE?

Gershon Wonders

I've always been good with a sling
And can hit a bird on the wing
But Dave hit a giant
Who was not complaint
And for that, they made him a king?

Lost and Found

The great love of my life passed me by
But I’ll still love her till the day that I die
She made a tragic mistake and now knows
Exchanged love for mere bangles and bows
For the heart is a most delicate thing
It can soar like a bird on the wing
Shout to the heavens and sing
Or it can dive to the depths of despair
If not nurtured from birth with great care
How I long for those joys of the past
How I pine that those days did not last
But they are gone like the lost sands of time
Their departure a most terrible crime.
But I must forgive those who forged such great sorrows
For they’re gone and they have no tomorrows
And pardon my love for her part 
And nurture her innocent heart
I will not harbor the sorrows and anger of mine
For therein lies a much greater crime
But rejoice in the lost love I’ve found
And treasure our memories with joy
For I am the true love of hers
Now a wise man and no longer a boy

Cupid's Arrow

A young suitor stood shyly before her
his heart full of promises yet to bestow
her heart ready to burst with joy.

It seemed that day that angels sung in celebration.

Their eyes did not meet entirely at once
as was customary in polite society,
only his quiet words betrayed the depth of his desire.

A voice she would come to love.

She takes her leave lest she betray her delight
and returned his parting bow, and
in that moment her heart fluttered as a bird on the wing.

For surely Cupid had fired his arrow.

Dancing On the Wind

"In the absence of complication,
 trials and tribulations become distant memories.
  Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
  inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind."

 Simplicity flows in poetic verse
 weaving the flight of butterflies
 dancing on the wind,
 as ink flows on the page

 No webs of deceit
 to entangle these musings
 as silken threads of beauty
 cling to the scented rose

 And the azure sky
 presents endless possibilities
 as a bird on the wing 
 floats past a wispy cloud.

11-15-19
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Parallel Existences

In the distance, tall trees raise their arms to the sky
Giving shade below, beckoning birds on the fly
While in the fields below, harvests wait for their time
A cycle of life and death, through rhythm and rhyme.

Whether it be a mountain, or an ancient tree
Or a bird on the wing, deer running wild and free
Or a flower that blooms, if only for a while
Knowing it is God’s master plan, should make you smile.

For in life, as in nature, each fulfills a roll
Each one has a purpose, a small part of the whole
A symphony of living, fashioned by Gods hand
Man, and nature, made to coexist in this land.

Their lives played out in this unknown eternity
Ours not to question, but faithfully, clearly see
Both nature and man, each living out His plan
Each fulfilling their destiny, since time began.

Rain

RAIN

Misty rain is falling 'round
Upon my head, a dewy crown

I watch the rain bounce from the grass
It's roots devour the liquid mass

A soft breeze flows through yonder trees
I imagine all the things it sees

Like a bird on the wing
It gets to see most everything

The thunder roars it's warning voice
I know that I must make a choice

Do I hide from the pouring rain 
Or let it wash away my pain

I came out here alone today
To send my demons off to play

So I think I'll stand my ground
While the rain is falling 'round.

(LAW 3-7-17)

Wrapped In Finely Spun Silk

Within thou secret heart I dared to peek,
but entry to thee twas not meant to be.
Searching for answers that doth I do seek
No avail, thy heart locked and I no key.

I'd oft pondered what in thee would I find.
Thy love for me, wrapped in finely spun silk?
I pray no tidings of a feckless mind.
Some hindreth fault of your heritage ilk.

If only my treasure you wouldst plunder,
In my virgin garden, you shall n'ere pluck
If thee shall not put my heart asunder
This maid shall be the doe and you her buck.

O! Sweet life, hurry forth thy hands of time.
Shouldst death sing to thee from bird on the wing,
Captured then I shall n'ere put word to rhyme
Tis death shall rob my voice of words to sing.

Wrapped in finely spun silk, love hath no fear
In my verse, we shall e're be young, my dear.

Love's Wheel

Love’s Wheel

Nothing could compare to how you make me feel
Would that in this envelope were
My body, my heart and soul
In the distance I see your face and hold your hand

I hope-
I know you understand after a while
I see you don’t back down
You have taken a stand despite

Three choices given on love’s wheel

To help the blind to see
More time on the fruited plains,
And a bird on the wing,

That was me

Today

Warm is the day
this lake my own.
Flowers lean and sway
this shore my throne.

Clouds high drifting
a satisfying sight.
Mornings blush shifting
a true delight.

Noon’s high sun
a bird on the wing.
Mid day silently done
a most pleasant thing.

Long shadows grow
The sun lost to my sight.
Daytime has let go
time to say goodnight.

Swan Lake

With laces tied, she is up and away
With the glint of the moon on her steel blades
The clink of metal as she leaves the ice
Pirouette of glee as her soul takes flight

Swirling and twirling, a bird on the wing
With her scarlet skirt flared out in a ring
Without any strings, she flies like a kite
A vision of grace on a windless night

Carving her masterpiece there on the lake
Gaining more power with each breath she takes
Joy beneath heaven on a starry night
In a world of white drenched in golden light

A girl with a dream and a pair of skates
Swan in a ballet on a frozen lake. 


Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada

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