(Poetry) Sparrow
Before I hope into this one, I just want to say I'm noticing that there are quite a few wordsmiths on here. If you're interested in being in a group, get @ me.
I’m a sparrow that’s about to fly the straight and narrow path into the great beyond,
Land on a pine tree that overshadows a pond, use my wings to shield the sunlight
From the rising dawn. It’s hard for me to flap my wings against the wind sometimes,
But the difficulty just gives me more inspiration for my rhymes. The times when my
Flock tries to enlighten me is the same time my oppressors bring out the fight in me.
As I glide on the wind with my open flight, I look down at the world below me and
Thank God for the gifts he bestowed upon me. With all of my problems and stress in tow,
I’m about to go further than any other sparrow beside me that tries to out fly me.
My instinct tells me that all of these outside forces compel me to do my best as the
Sharp wind cuts into my feathered chest. The cyan crest below my beak represents
The fire in my heart and how I remain determined from the start. Apart from my looks,
I remain distinguishable from the rest of my tribe because of my fluent flight and my
Mellow vibe. I maintain like a professional. While this isn’t a confessional, I must admit,
My enemies do not know what they are messing with. The rain rustles my feathers
Ever so slightly, but it allows me to tap the knowledge inside me. My goals and
Aspirations send crazy sensations to my heart, and tell my mind I must achieve them.
People tell me I won’t make it, but I never believe them. With my eyes towards the skies And the wind underneath my wings, perhaps one day I’ll eventually reach my dreams.
The violent storms I’ve been through just tell me that everyone and everybody aren’t as
They seem, they tell me it may not be gold simply because it gleams. As I glide through
The cloud’s cream, I notice all of these things. Perhaps when I touch ground to create my
Nest, all of this huge mess will make sense. I’ll shower my children with much love. Until then, the wind will remain my friend, helping guide me into the heavens above.
I’m a sparrow that’s about to fly the straight and narrow path into the great beyond,
Land on a pine tree that overshadows a pond, use my wings to shield the sunlight
From the rising dawn. It’s hard for me to flap my wings against the wind sometimes,
But the difficulty just gives me more inspiration for my rhymes. The times when my
Flock tries to enlighten me is the same time my oppressors bring out the fight in me.
As I glide on the wind with my open flight, I look down at the world below me and
Thank God for the gifts he bestowed upon me. With all of my problems and stress in tow,
I’m about to go further than any other sparrow beside me that tries to out fly me.
My instinct tells me that all of these outside forces compel me to do my best as the
Sharp wind cuts into my feathered chest. The cyan crest below my beak represents
The fire in my heart and how I remain determined from the start. Apart from my looks,
I remain distinguishable from the rest of my tribe because of my fluent flight and my
Mellow vibe. I maintain like a professional. While this isn’t a confessional, I must admit,
My enemies do not know what they are messing with. The rain rustles my feathers
Ever so slightly, but it allows me to tap the knowledge inside me. My goals and
Aspirations send crazy sensations to my heart, and tell my mind I must achieve them.
People tell me I won’t make it, but I never believe them. With my eyes towards the skies And the wind underneath my wings, perhaps one day I’ll eventually reach my dreams.
The violent storms I’ve been through just tell me that everyone and everybody aren’t as
They seem, they tell me it may not be gold simply because it gleams. As I glide through
The cloud’s cream, I notice all of these things. Perhaps when I touch ground to create my
Nest, all of this huge mess will make sense. I’ll shower my children with much love. Until then, the wind will remain my friend, helping guide me into the heavens above.
that poem was hot loved it, i mean it i love metaphoric poems it shows the level of writing a person is at. Like pretending to be something and giving it humanly feelings and thoughts its kind of like personification, i think that is on a whole new level. I love metaphors though and i haven't wrote one in a long time so yours hit the spot real good. When you start that club let me know and send me an invite.
Im out
Shonda