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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Baby Bird

A calm summer breeze is the day,
and I will learn to fly this very day.

I get up and try and try,
for my mother is teaching me to fly.

Looking carefully at each movement she makes,
I will do whatever it takes.

You see, if I don't fly,
I will surely die,

and those are high stakes.

Edward J. Ebbs - August 27, 2002

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku | |

Baby Bird - Haiku

     Baby Bird – Haiku

From the nest, a fall
Tumbling with few feathers down
Soft ground is a kiss

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Once I Sang Like A Little Baby Bird


I feel I’ve conquered 
the majestic night 

in an open field sodden with 
love of a countless gasps

I am not new to the world
swearing in the shadow of a cactus 
and mulling over the smiles 

of Northern stars tirelessly 
taking photos of my soul, which is always close 
to my birth, craving for prosperity

And, I crave for breath
accenting to mine

Ah, I am forever 

the tropical wind of my land 
where poetry is like a flower’s gatherer 
sweetly teasing my thoughts 
to sing like a little baby bird

in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2010

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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad | |

CLOUD WINGS

I walk...
Now I am walking. 
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
Soaring high, 
in the clouds going by

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

baby chick dynamic haiku

baby chick stands out
not caring about one thought
from one club member

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Nonet | |

Tiny Hands Of Love





                                    On tiny hands of innocence sweet
                                    A baby bird sits perched to eat
                                    While tiny hands remain still
                                    The scene is so surreal
                                    Baby bird flies home 
                                    Taking prints of
                                    Tiny hands
                                    Big love
                                    Shown

Copyright © Tonya LaDona Sullivant | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku | |

Hush my baby cannot sleep

                          “ koo, koo”  high pitch whistles
                         " Hush"! red bead seed cuckoo bird 
                                  My baby can not sleep 

Copyright © manel gunatillake | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

Mixed Senses-Evening

In the purple smoky collaged sky 

The birds swam home 

on flaky water colours,

carrying his rainy perfume.

I prayed for this one night

He would evenly spray my garden,

Without the rumbling accompaniment

Of his hurly burly friend flashing

nightmarish psychedelic lights, but let

Little Sue dream with her angels in peace.



Balveen Cheema
September 15, 2015
Contest: Mixed Senses
Toipic: Evening
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Silent Strength

The golden eagle flies through the clouds so swift and easy,
And a tree with nest is her stay for years of three;
One or two fledgling young espouse colour as marking,
Hear her calling them, just them, when elegantly swooping.


22/10/2015

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Bear

Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pastoral | |

Forgotten?

I saw a bird fall from the sky, I watched a grown man 

as sit on the corner with his only possessions left in his 

life as he cried…I meet a girl who had never seen a sun 

rise, because she was blind. I watched as a mother as 

she held her only son as he died, he had been the victim 

of a drive by. I meet a man who had lost both his legs 

because he had been hit by a drunk driver as he cross 

the street...every time he would think of it, he would 

grind his teeth. I meet a man who was once a Priest who 

had he lost his faith in God because of a thief…With all 

these things that I have seen, you would think or wonder 

how I could still believe that there is a God that cares? 

I stopped I paused as I started to think. The bird that fell 

from the sky, had baby birds that had just left the nest 

and that man on the corner was still alive and he could 

walk, the blind girl smelled things I could not see, the 

mother who lost her son, was now an advocate to stop 

violence on the street, the man who lost his legs could 

still think, the Priest was not dead and his faith was not 

suppose to be in man, but only in God… and we all seem to 

have forgot, God had not failed them but he was building 

them up, for each one them that had something taken from 

them, but they still had their life…all, but the bird…except 

for her baby birds that had just left the nest. God had not 

forgotten those people but it seems that they had forgotten him.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain | |

Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

poetry is a baby bird hatching

Growing too big for the egg It pushes out With all its strength and might So naive of the outside world Yet so determined to push through the shell And leave its comfort zone To see new world Scribbles, tinkles, sprinkles, twinkle twinkle Innocent eyes see the light The feathers make little moves The legs straighten out The beak toughen Making little sounds Songs of freedom, songs of new dawn, songs of flight Mama bird guides it through Feeding styles Hunting tactics Feelings of depthness Staying active Lessons of, reasons to, seasons for It heeds the advice It follows its instincts And lets the words flow Far beyond the paper Like a baby bird Growing and flying higher

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

Details | List | |

I Do Not Know Your Name

I do not know your name...how should I call you?
Though I call you with the name of my choice...you will not be aware of it
Everyone knows that name
Hearing that name once will keep me wide awake
Everyday...thinking of you makes me excited
With my immense affection...I will encompass you
He's a young lad
He is handsome
I liked him
Your name is a warm ray of sun
Lips that spells it are sweet as honey
You are mistaken if you think you are the sun
The name is a playful winter
Hearing it will surge my heart
If you think you are a river...you are mistaken
It's not a stone that does not move...nor a ferocious tiger that scares
Whatever is your name...it can be found out
Should I reveal that name which pairs with mine beautifully?
It's a very big name...it's difficult to spell it out
The letters of the name are countless
It's a very small name...that can be spelt in a second
There is no language that can describe the meaning of that name
As I spell that name with my lips
With the purity of english, it is sprinkling the sweetness of honey
Should I reveal that name which pairs with mine beautifully?

Copyright © Ankur Mazumder | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka | |

Heartbeats

heartbeats
of the baby hummingbirds
quiver
through their bodies
to awaken my heart

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

its plane

Its a bird its plane is supper baby! Its comes out no were shooting from star! is it real! is it just a baby or a super hero trying to offend earth man kind is he a alien we will never know! we will never know how old how old he is super baby we know! he had cutest smile who that that one with cutest smiling! who that one flying air making world happy

Copyright © laura gatlin | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

baby bird

The baby bird
opening up his little mouth
waiting for his first feed

Copyright © michelle phillips | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Three Carol Brown

Carol Brown
Today you are crown
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
 And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
If your shoe color is brown
Don’t give a damn
Carol Brown
Don’t give a damn
If your shoe color is brown
And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Today you are crown
Carol Brown

N.B. Read this poem non-stop and enjoy it.  Dedicated to Carol Brown, I feel she is a rare gem Poetic and passionate. What shape is the poem?

Copyright © Nurudeen Olaniran | Year Posted 2012

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Multispecies Pride

A strutting peacock
Father watching her first steps
Universal pride

Copyright © Willow Lawrence | Year Posted 2014

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Hungry Thief

For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
 
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles 
toward distant woods, and watched 
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.

Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye, 
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest, 
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Sage ( My Baby Bird )

My baby bird plaid and yellow
cherry pie and face aglow

magic pumpkin dreams of summer
chilly nights tucked warm for slumber

falling fast fast asleep
twenty-nine pure white sheep

twenty-nine pure white sheep
falling fast fast asleep

my baby bird plaid and yellow
cherry pie and face aglow


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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2010

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Happiness

Happiness lies in the simple things -

hearing birdsong when one awakens 
in the early morning
observing the morning sun
creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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THE FLYING BUTTERFLY

The flying butterfly
Flying high in the sky
Perching in the apple-eye
Hi butterfly why in blue-sky?
There on the thyme with a smile

The flying butterfly
In nursery rhymes the passer-by
Calling children far and wide to vie
In a twinkle of an eye 
The babies beautifying in style

The flying butterfly
Flings her feathers well-nigh
In the butterfly bush, skying high
Upon the yellowish pine trees, the hover-fly
Displays her colourant in the sky

Usually at a stone's throw they fly  
Should I give a farewell as goodbye?

It doesn't respond but around d flowers they fly
Flower-flies, in July
Butterflies announcing the summer eye

Smelling the blue and green flower for awhile
The dragon flies in the sky
Flower-flies bidding goodbye butterfly
Far and near they fly
Descending the harmattan wind from the sky

Oh! Butterfly, I wish I can fly
So high in the sky
It may be for awhile
But there in the colouring clouding sky
I shall bid goodbye with a smile


(Opurum Precious; Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboyp 07/26/2016 


Copyright © Precious Opurum | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

Protecting the Helpless

Three years running, she came
and diligently built her nest,
sheltered from the wind and rain
in a spot she thought was best .

Yet there's one regrettable flaw.
Placed four feet from our door,
built of mud, fluff and straw -
this year, the same as before.

Does expectant mother not know
she's gambling with babies' lives?
Two eager cats live just below,
watching with greedy, shining eyes.

For most of earth's innocent few,
danger lurks on every hand,
unless there is someone who
takes a clear, protective stand.

The cats are quarantined inside
till baby birds fly on their own.
When that day finally arrives,
another cycle - here and gone.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC | |

special friend of mine

A friend so sweet,
I'm lucky to have found.
So much laughter,
Whenever she is around.
Turning something so small,
Into such a fun thing.
Every-time we catch up,
We laugh, dance and sing.
The trouble we get into,
Just from our kids.
They tell us off,
I'm not telling fibs.
That doesn't stop us,
from having our time.
To have a drink and laugh,
With a special friend of mine.
6/11/2015

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic | |

Cocaine apple sauce

Cocaine
Apple sauce
In my vein
Can't get across
I do it every day
Every night
I can't pay
Now I'm about to fight
I'm trying to get some from the store
I even smoked some off the floor
Chicken fingers and roast beef
Salads and a roasted leaf
Drugs and apples are the best
Because of it I always failed my drug test
Well life is good and life is great
Even if I am over weight

Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2016