#sparrow poems on Hello Poetry

Vincent S Coster Jun 2018

How you always wake me up early in the morning

Standing on the roof of my house while the house sparrows

Chatter among themselves in their sweet frenzied way

Arguing over food, and space and all the other things that

Siblings squabble over

They flutter around and you pay no attention to them

But like Zarathustra on his hillside, you continue to call out

And demand answers with that strange rising intonation at the end

A rising arpeggio of riddles asking of me in the morning-

Who-who, who-who, who?

Inspired by a segment of the BBC program called Springwatch in which the hosts spoke about birds in poetry and the need to feature birds like house sparrows and wood pigeons in more poems. The poet writes about a wood pigeon that keeps waking him up early in the morning and how it always sounds like it is asking him a deep philosophical question.

#wood #pigeon #house #sparrow #nature #poem #philosophical #animals #bbcspringwatch

SoZaka May 2018

Sparrow hearts

clear skies
one sparrow flying high in the stratosphere
the sound barrier breaks
faint as a crystal bell
shattering truths of what I believed was possible

joyous, the sound of a broken heart beating once again
like a birdsong in the distance

#short #poem #prose #bird #nature #love #animal #sparrow

Jaden Apr 2018

Predators

in that dark room
Of shadowed histories

the Snake smiles,
and raises a glass-
the Blood on his hands
dripping onto clean cloth.

the Sparrow watches on;
Caged in her own regret.
her face is a blank Mask.

the Fawn gazes across a
would-be bright future.
trees and grasses Glow
With promise and dreams.

THEY run the World.
the rest of -us- suffer through;
raised by Hope,
cut down by Snakes.

Inspired by “The Last Day in the Old Home” by Robert Braithwaite Martineau, 1862
© KMH 2018

#snakes #fawn #sparrow #wildlife #twofaced #lies #mask #blood #sin #regret

Silverflame Mar 2018

A Little Bit

Little free sparrow
with the sad sound,
rolling with its shadow
all night long.
Settles in your heart with
memories from there once were
and if you keep quiet
you can still hear it singing.

Little blue butterfly
floats on the last day of May,
around in the bright spring
off on life's highway.
It has seen the world
and take it all as a play,
it dives into an ocean of clover
and a nirvana of forget-me-not.

Little black cat
spins the dark night,
chasing rare demons
while guarding your mind.
While you're away in dreams
nothing dangerous can come in here,
two large amber eyes are watching
shining like moonlight.

Little white dove
with wings as a sign of peace,
knocking gently on your doorstep
waiting for crumbs of love.
Somewhere unknown it flew away
around its little leg hung a message:
"wipe the diamonds away from the cheek
and keep in mind that nothing lasts forever."

#sparrow #song #butterfly #cat #protect #dove #peace #animals #bird #love

Evan Miguel Sebastian Feb 2018

A SPARROW LEAVES ITS NEST.

(2017)

A sparrow leaves its nest
From woods to ecstasy
And captivates the worm
In smallest quantity!

And makes its subtle power
To dominate the ranks,
And kneels itself on meadows,
But timidly attacks.

For all the fumbling creatures
Who lost in Cavalry, —
The sky is only hope
To mountains and to sea.

E.

#sparrow #nest #power #meadow #sea

Scott F Hemingway Dec 2017

Tears

A tear
as sparrows
rite of
song only
begotten in
flight mode
to clutch
here coins
in van
their duet
with mere
delight upon
their limb
in coverlet
twill alight
centrum again
indeed tonight.

A mating ritual

#sparrow #birds #fish #live #birth #earth

Ksjpari Aug 2017

MONEY - A CRUEL AGENT – 3

A pink small sparrow
Comes at my halo
And grants me furlough
To travel through hollow;
I do after her lonely flow
But at my trail many glow
With expectation inflow
Of Money red or yellow.
It made me strong fellow,
From yesterday to tomorrow,
Who travels lonely and slow
By using a wheelbarrow.
No friend or enemy allow
Me to enter in his furrow.
So ye decide judiciously now
And choose relatives or sparrow.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.

#money #sparrow #monorhyme #madness #currency

M Norris Jun 2017

Free Like the Sparrow

How I long to be free like the Sparrow.
Alas, these holes are far too narrow,
And I cannot compress my marrow.
This fate is a heavy burden to bare,
Oh!
How I long to be free like the Sparrow.

The inspiriration for this came from, funnily enough, my 1y/o son discovering the baby gate.

#free #freedom #rhyme #sparrow #prison #imprisonment

James Court Jun 2017

Sparrow

somebody
please
ask that
rowdy
rascal to shove
off so I can
write in peace

#acrostic #sparrow #writing