"chirpping" poems
The sun is rising
Heat is arriving
Birds start chirpping
Good day As
A bit of light appears
From the sky above
Hevan
I call to you
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
I rose before the dawn
As Jesus did of long ago
But I rolled away no rock
Begging all my sins to go
The chirpping of the birds
Tends to let me know
That soon the sun will come
And the night will surely go
But in the stillness
Of my father's ways
I am counting down the blessings
Bestowed upon me today
And as the coming light
Lightens up my darkest days
I find that eternal peace
Has entered into my ways
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
the pixelated birds chirpping
over the sound of burning forest grounds
and dying techology screaming as
it's fading hot pixels let it know
that it had lost the battle
of killing what was lost
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
i feel like smiling,,i smiled...
when the cool breeze of this night
sooth ma cheeks & mind
ma memmories slowley open eyes..
& starts telling many stories
i do remember each & every thing
our time together,those movements & events
the foot prints we left in the seashore
still embeded deep stones of love
handing hand together &
chirpping for hours & hours,ofcourse evryday
no way to forget the bloomed lillies at
the heights , we climbed together
& ma naughty doings,to make you angry
finally to see that crazy , innocent smile.
& our evening walks to the wisdom of love
you being more & more involved each day
diving through the shead leaves
& finally the pleasure of being at the destiny, we know.
i guss theremight be no steps
to bounce through gloomy fights anymore
but still the snowing hills of understanding.
anyway we'll be together by the next sunrise.
in our way, planting eyes on each other's.for nothing.
even if we don 't utter a word each other
i'm sure there will be cherry trees &
sunflowers of bliss waiting ahead;
to see the waves washing our foot
sky lit diamond stars for ever, when
we woke up & walk to the sunset of our life.
i would , if i get a chance to sit with you
in that autumn eve,on our wooden bench
tell the mumbling wind,
about this asset of my life,perhaps no one knows,
what is this beam of bliss doing in me...
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC