Poetry Corner with Poison Ivy and Friends

Welcome back to the Poetry Corner!

My friends and I are so excited to have you back for our third edition of the poetry challenges. We really do think you'll enjoy these entries. 

The challenge wasn't as easy as it may have seemed. This time around the participating poets were given the Title of their poems along with a theme. They were challenged to create a poem of fantasy and destruction, but they could only use the title, 

"The Weeping Sparrows."

Happy Reading!

The Weeping Sparrows by The Lozt Poet

Do you hear that low cry coming through?

Did you ever think the legends were true?

The ones that spoke of the days without light,

The time when ogres and dragons would fight.

The sparrows tried to bring peace between the two,

They tried everything they could think to do.

Nonetheless the ogres and dragons battled each other for control of the land and sky,

Never gaining control no matter how hard they would try.

They fought from dusk until dawn,

The dragons would swoop down with their talons drawn.

The ogres would anticipate their move and stand very still,

They’d move at the last second hoping to make a kill.

Many villages were decimated and countless lives were lost,

As the battles raged on no matter the cost.

The war raged on as they swallowed up the land and trees,

The ogres and dragons chased each other throughout the lands and seas.

At the end of it all both species succeeded in their mission,

They chased each other throughout the land right into extinction.

Those who got to see their end still speak of how much the birds wept that day,

Their tears fell from the sky and wiped the traces of their painful memories away.

Only one creature remembers when they used to roam,

This place that humans now call their home.

And that is why even to this day the rain always follows,

The sound of the weeping sparrows.

The Weeping Sparrows by Poet Jesse Batista

As the birds soar through the soiled thick air

They query below to the city square

 Masses of garbage lay in the streets

Flowing to the rivers where nature eats

Once blue waters have turned to gray

Foul and tainted where the children will play

Billowing plumes of industrial smoke

 Stifling, Suffocating the Majestic Oak

Glooming skies but, clouds are none

The mist it is smog and blocks out the sun

Another moon rises and the humans, they sleep

As the wild beds down the Sparrows, they weep.

The Weeping Sparrows by Poet Missie Randall

Come my children and sit right here

I will tell you the tale of the Sparrows tear

You've heard all there is of dragon lore

But you have yet to hear of what came before

There was a tribe so young and free

Revelling in nature's pure beauty

There came a man with evil intent

Only a young man, Sparra and his mate Row 

Would ever truly know

They'd gone to him and said they would tell

He cast an everlasting spell

Turning them into birds

So none would hear their words

The horror that evil man enjoyed

As their people were slaughtered and lands destroyed

Sparra and Row tried to warn them all

But could only weep as another would fall

As the last of their tribe died

Sparra and Row's souls cried

Leaving a tear stain around their eye

That has remained with each generation gone by

Now you all know

The story of the Weeping Sparrows

The Weeping Sparrows by Poet Dara Miller

Gossamer Wings

Weeping sparrows come in the dark of night,

To eat the souls of those who take flight.

In the darkness they live,

Melancholic agony is what they give.

Searching for the hopeless ones, who dare to despair,

They are few, these bringers of truth… uncommonly rare.

These harrowing ones on whom mechanical sparrows prey,

Soul sucking their tears, creating destruction and decay.

Against the machine they rage,

Day after day, turning the page.

Forced to take leave from the light,

To live another day, to stand, to fight.

Piece by piece they destroy,

Weeping sparrows, pirates of joy.

The Weeping Sparrows by Poet Brandi Chanthathep 

I have seen the eagle's spirit 

through the Heavens soar,

I have seen the mystic raven

perched at Midnight's door,

Yet never a sight so tragic have I seen 

as the souls of the weeping sparrows,

Oh, what a dark and sorrowful day 

when the weeping sparrows appeared,

Somehow, they found the refuge 

where the dust and smoke had cleared,

They'd traveled on a mournful exodus 

diving in peaks and swells like bent arrows,

  

When I caught sight of them, I swooned

to the music of their tears,

My heart was overwhelmed 

by the untold stories of their years,

What calamity befell them?

I silently wondered, 

"Whence forth have you come,

dear friends?" I queried,

"From lands of the lost, 

the mangled, and drearied?"

What wicked storm 

in their souls yet thundered?

"What tremendous things have you witnessed

On your perilous reprieve?"

What could leave such beautiful souls

so utterly aggrieved?

Yet, in vain I asked, for I could not 

comprehend the answers that I sought,

"Hast thou witnessed what causes  

the young maidens fear?

Have you heard what compels 

the stoic elders to shed a tear?"

Yet, upon them, the quest of questions

 was all for naught,

"Please, I pray, do tell, dear friends, 

and do not tell a lie,

For, I cannot bear to see you carry 

the burden that makes you cry,"

To the weeping sparrows

 I was a tarp in the wind,

"Were you privy to the cruelty 

of Pharaoh's disastrous dream?

Were you forced to hear the voices 

of helpless children scream?"

They made no reply, 

 not knowing where to begin,

"Share, oh, sparrows, 

thou reasoning for tears,

Cry out for mercy 

to the God Who hears,"

Though not for my sake, set your souls free,

I longed for their liberation 

in the deepest depths of my being,

My rebel heart ached 

to end the suffering I was seeing,

And then, I heard the angels sing,

"Dear friends," I whispered, "May you fly high 

above the bleak sadness of this life,

Escape heartache, through the narrow passes

of destruction and strife,"

And they flew up 

into the vastness of open skies,

Although, I was blessed 

to see them go,

I feel them in the song 

of the winds that blow, 

Wordless wisdom of ages

conveyed through their eyes,

I remember them with

the tears that flow,

Alas, to my despair, 

I shall never know,

The untold pain in the souls of the weeping sparrows.

THE END!!

Wow!! Those were absolutely outstanding pieces of artistry. 

Congratulations Poets, for yet another edition to The Poetry Corner. Your hard work, dedication and continued efforts to see each challenge through to the end, shows heart and your love for poetry. I am so honored to have you all as featured poets here at TPC. Thank you so much for all that you do in the world of poetry. 

Thank you friends for joining us today. I, Poison Ivy, do hope you've enjoyed this edition of the poetry challenges. Thank you for your support of these wonderful poets. 

If you're interested in joining the next challenge, please feel free to contact me, Poison Ivy/Ivy Valori, via email poisonivysnbv@gmail.com

 We hope to see you next time.