Sparrow Poems

Sparrow poems bring the best collection of short and long sparrow poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great sparrow rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these sparrow poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on sparrow are here for you.

My Friend The Sparrow

My Friend The Sparrow prose poem

After morning stretch exercises in a garden near my home I was relaxing sitting on a bench suddenly a sparrow from a banyan tree fell down just before me she was badly injured perhaps some merciless poacher might have thrown

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Poems containing references to : Sparrow

The Uncrowned Queen

The Uncrowned  Queen short poem

In my Solitude I looked all around- To sooth my mind. I noticed, a little Sparrow Starting its nest. Day by day, I watched the little bird The progress of construction was going on With small grasses and pieces of

Bliss

Bliss short poem

A blue flower contorts its petals and distorts the morning mist with its heady fragrance …. love emerges from the dew kissed lips of a beauty crystal string of pearls sparkle the nape of a damsel in love the serene

Untiring Effort Is The Trend!

Untiring Effort Is The Trend! short poem

Follow the flight of a sparrow Shall skip, with peg as arrow Jumps from branch to branch Moves inch by inch Jumps from land to tree Singing so free Slide to lure his pair Glide to catch his share Floats

Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your

Fragile Identity

Fragile Identity short poem

A blossom plant From distant yard Whispered in grief To the flies around : Would you love With same delight When I grow Gray from green? A Sparrow, chirps With perplexed gaze, From profound pride To none but air In

Mysterious Nature

Mysterious Nature prose poem

Why do you elude me the way you do? How many mysteries are you carrying within yourself? Why do I feel I am a part of you? The treasure that you carry within you is far richer then the materialistic

Light Unto Three

Light Unto Three sonnet poems

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

Out Of His Element

Out Of His Element short poem

I saw a sparrow today–one small, speckled Bird, feathers fluffed against wind-toothy Rain. Driven from the sky by leaden clouds Weeping over densely packed buildings and Cold streets, he picked his dripping way to The curb to stare in blank

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad prose poem

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad Dad I am your guiltless and innocent unborn daughter who is anxious to step in your house will you please give birth to your daughter Will you be happy on my arrival probably

Fragile Identity

Fragile Identity short poem

A blossom plant From distant yard Whispered in grief To the flies around : Would you love With same delight When I grow Gray from green? A Sparrow, chirps With perplexed gaze, From profound pride To none but air In

Sand And Sparrows

Sand And Sparrows prose poem

(1) On the road from Jerusalem, while echoes of the horn are still tearing down the walls of Jericho, I recline on a table of sand. Sparrows cry joyfully to me, in a space void of wedding ceremonies, picking up

Improvising On Homeland’s Strings

Improvising On Homelands Strings prose poem

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

Calendar

Calendar short poem

Writing on my sleeves, I visualize an invisible coupling of grassroots with starless sky, when I walk on the wailing earth. Hails big as sparrow eggs smash the bougainvillea blossoms. The wrestling clouds begin a storm. Witchcraft of the moon

Where have all the sparrows gone

Where have all the sparrows gone short poem

All was silent before the appointed hour then there came a faint hint of light the light engulfed everything living and dead and then the sun rose like a yellow orb but it was all silent still except for the

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Angels tread the Earth

Angels tread the Earth short poem

The silent night the morning sparrow; the sunshine sparkled in the air… The kindness that I have to swallow; your blue eyes looked at me to care… The gentle sound of the winds blow; the daisy chains you wore around

Dayspring

Dayspring short poem

With the piety song of a pigeon A damsel dancing in the dawn as a floating canoe. Flare of a flake by the sun- the sentry of the day exalt the dawn’s grace. Never speck even a sparrow itself or

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

Over Those Houses

Over Those Houses prose poem

(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an

गौरय्या

गौरय्या kavita

लो फिर आ धमकी वह नन्हीं गौरय्या चोंच में दबाये एक छोटा सा तिनका निःशंक जैसे हो उसका ही घर यह घोंसला बनाने का कर के इरादा कैसी भोली, नासमझ है गौरय्या! समझाया था उसको अनेक बार मैंने सुरक्षित नहीं

Rosy Winter Falling Down

Rosy Winter Falling Down long poem

Revulsion in mood of climate rosy winter is falling down crazy to expose its colors wearing a warm white gown winter arrives at all cost on head glazed silver crown every thing takes new twist valley dressed as an icy

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Living against the food amnesia gold bricks call for austerity in passage of the hunger. Canons hanging in their necks it was the silence of death. Whispers were floating in night. The bodies will free us from gold cure, tasting

Night Unto Three

Night Unto Three long poem

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

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Bright Side

Bright Side short poem

Bemoan the fate as you will the emptiness would still eat you away futility of existence and facade of importance the glitter of attention and tears of oblivion loath of loneliness and fear of attention no one can feel you,

Passport

Passport short poem

I realised late in my life that I was Imported to this world from an unknown world I thought the world I was born belongs to me and none dare question my citizen ship I travelled freely without any permission

You Could Be The One For Me

You Could Be The One For Me long poem

If you’re drop dead gorgeous and almost As rich as Bill Gates or Paul McCartney Then YOU COULD BE THE ONE FOR ME If you have a mansion overlooking the Ocean and all new luxury cars for everyday Of the

Wonderment At Existence ™

Wonderment At Existence ™ ballad

With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances any thing to be born Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of events sustained life similar to sowing

Dear Silence

Dear Silence short poem

You have been my greatest friend, Yet always hard to control. I seek you out often and you always heed my call. I can be with you even when everyone is around. When we are together I can mute out

I Miss You

I Miss You short poem

I miss you so much it hurts, my love I miss you with every fibre of my being I miss you like there is no tomorrow, my dove I miss you fervently, it’s all my loving. I miss you with

Untitled

Untitled short poem

My aura shining around me enlightened by what’s inside me A diamond who needed polished got it, my eyes unblinded Thoughts and acts realignment dark nights I was found in Cages I was confined in but wisdom help me survive

Ajar

Ajar short poem

Within your universe lies All the light in my eyes When I heard your voice I broke Caught between life and pain The delicate fabric of my dreams Ripped apart Dripping hot patchouli oil A thousand tiny shards Ajar Encapsulated

A Conventional Man

A Conventional Man short poem

A foggy atmosphere everywhere, Some vendors on street; Few buyers moving here and there, There,a Man returning lonely after sumptuous eat. No gusto , No sorrow, A complete mannequin face; Nothing to throw, But to just grab everything and race

Juliet

Juliet long poem

She had big eyes Sweet soft reply like nectar Hands, feet & face Her hair would flow with a trace Loved to be loved in a world so very cold She humbly kept a diary To capture her imainery friend

Diary

Diary short poem

He went under pile of words to tie the thread of understanding but was stoned to death. They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen for future generations to study. The point of departure had come. Navel-gazing was the best pastime

A Dreamer Of Dreams

A Dreamer Of Dreams long poem

Outside my door was a rainbow of color I’d never seen before, Then God saw fit to deliver you, right to my very door He set the color of blue in your eyes through which I now see summer skies

The Winner’s Journey

The Winners Journey short poem

The day begins with a melodious theme And ends with memorial splendor The life of a man begins with melodious ululations And ends with memorial lamentations If indeed life is an adventure A restless adventure of entirety and supreme wonders

Along The Sorrow

Along The Sorrow short poem

Fire in kidneys was burning the basket. Privacy of green thumbs was intimately involved. Let us share the candle light march for the blossoms, who would not stay for old birds, Read me again the epitaph of the martyr, who