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Captive Bird - 12 Bars 12 Dreams

12 BARS Twelve brazen bars, one frozen lock! Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc endures inside a barren cage, her catacomb in sundown sage. Of former days there is no trace except displays of fallen grace – Twelve dreams, abiding in her place, are free, inhabit yawning space: 12 DREAMS ... of wings unfurled, and seething eyes that dredge the depths of dawning skies, devining clouds that cling below, once ice, dissolved in morning’s glow; ... of clutching winds that carry free above an anguished leaden sea, dispersing dust of distant stars midst chunks of chain in slave bazaars; ... of swooping to a silent shore to perch beside the ocean’s roar, at last to feel the sobbing breeze message the leaves of rooted trees; ... of stalking strays and twilight tramps within the fog of lighthouse lamps that blink forlorn through caldron nights in search of shades of errant Kites; ... of darkling vast deserted lands, with shadowed stones on windswept sands, where ghosts of Moorish maidens lost disgorge faint groans in mourning frost; ... of blotting out the bloated moon while feathers beat a banshee tune and glimmers dance and prance aglow upon a pearly pale plateau; ... of tasting cool torrential rains, beyond the realm of binding reins, and sipping freedom they exude in quiet drops of solitude; ... of vanquishing a galley crew aboard a ship of midnight dew, beneath the pierce of seagulls' screams that mock the strands of scarlet streams; ... of sating once an aching craw with tearing beak, with ripping claw, and echoed by an eldritch screech while feasting on abandoned beach; ... of restive thoughts and weary wings that drift on haze in smoky rings, obscured within the opal shroud of her resemblance in the crowd; ... of croaking caws in broken rhyme in winter woe, in summer clime, while building nests of sundown sage beyond outside a barren cage.

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012

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Parents nurture young Finally freedom to fly Fledglings spread their wings 28th April 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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The day will come....
When I would touch the
Waves of the Air
I would fly with Birds
I would dance with Peacock
the day will come....

The day will come...
When i would swim with Ducks 
I would sing with cuckoos
Where nobody will be there
to pull a full stop.

Where i would really enjoy my life
Where I'll not have the fear of the cruel
who will tear
my wings and destroy
my dreams...

I am looking for the day
just that day
when I'll be a Bird and
fly above the horizon
When I'll forget my past
and be the free ME!

DATE: 6th may 2015

Copyright © Aarushi pandey | Year Posted 2015

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Fly Little Bird

Baby bird now sings his song    	       
When the others are away,          		
Watching all the wolves below     		
As they wait to catch their prey.  		

Time goes by, and sadness calls,	
For they’ve left him all day long;    	
Still, he chirps his lonely tune,       	
Hoping love will hear his song.      	

Oh, if he were big and strong         	
And could howl right past the moon,	
He’d take a breath and cry it out:      	
“Please get here, love me soon!”    	

The clan returns to him at last        	
To ease his lonely blues.        	
It’s all he knows, it’s all he’s got       	
So much is there to lose.    	

And when the sun reclaims the dawn   
Again he knows they’ll leave;    		
To venture on his own; “No way,        
For they would surely grieve.”            

Nestled under mother’s wing      
Too scared to flee the nest,        
This flightless bird, whose soul has wept,     
Bears perched life as the best.                    

But mother glides; he’s all alone,              
And wonders what could be,                     
Believing there is something more            
Worthwhile beyond the tree.                    

Could he perhaps jump off the branch      
And fit in with the pack;                          
Or fly beyond the forest line                    
Intrigued by this new track?                    

He hears the sweet soft melody                     
Like the one he likes to sing.   
Longing to be free from all                            
These leaves beneath his wing.                     

Convinced she won’t accept him                    
For no yellow bird is she,                              
He tweets his beats to tell her                       
That, in fact, neither is he.                            

Learning of a bird so brave                 
She drew closer to his nest                 
To glimpse the autumn colour           
Beating boldly from his chest.           

Dismayed by blatant fear,		
In this beautiful young thing—		
Who wished for gusty freedom		
To sing the songs he liked to sing—		

She sang out to his calling,		
Telling him that she was near:		
“And when the time is right to fly,		
Let go and I’ll be here.”			

She worried for his safety,			
For the wolves were all around.		
Ready for the pounce, were they,		
And sure he’d hit the ground.		

Melody so believed in him			
And sang as loudly as she could,	
To guide him through uncharted air	
So he could fly like birdies should.		

“Spread your wings, now, little one,	
No need to fear at all.			
For I’ll be there to catch you		
If you should sadly fall.”			

Assurance was all he needed		
And with that he did soar.		
“Hunters who? No prey am I;		
I’ll fear sweet life no more!”

Repost: One of the poems I posted in my earlier days of Poetrysoup. I must have deleted it!

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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Probably flying
is not a crime, but still;
birds are kept in steel jails.

- Augastus Black
Date - 28th August 2016

Copyright © Augustus Black | Year Posted 2016

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The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

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Blue bird

Blue bird, blue bird
Come sing with me
Silence is killing me inside
I feel so lonely

Blue bird, blue bird
Be my friend
I'm all alone in this room
Nothing around me but an empty bed

Blue bird, blue bird
Can you feel my pain?
I can see it, there in your eyes
A little drop of rain

Blue bird, blue bird 
I know you are sad inside
The moment you saw my tears
You gently bit my hand

Blue bird, blue bird
When you sang with me
You made me releif my pain
My thanks to you is to set you free

Copyright © Kaila B.A | Year Posted 2013

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Trapped like a bird in this filthy cage 
Where I am starved of compassion and understanding 
Left to survive on meager crumbs 
Of affection and tolerance
Held captive and unable to fly and be free 
From the physical and emotional restrictions 
Placed upon me by my keeper
Who’s only reason for my presence it seems 
Is to stay its loneliness and insecurity 
To feed its selfish need for control 
Through its twisted concept 
Of love and adoration 
I am looked upon as a possession 
Other than the living, breathing individual 
That I long to be 

So now I sit upon my proverbial perch 
In my so called gilded cage
In the confines of my seemingly mundane existence 
And walk though my mind confused and alone
Aimlessly wandering through the now empty spaces 
That no longer hold the dreams or aspirations 
Which I once thought gave my life purpose 

Memories which were bright and alive 
Full of promise and hope but have faded away 
Into a past that is now grey and bleak 
Devoid of anything worth remembering 
My footfalls echo in the silence 
Giving testament that these memories 
Have been empty and forgotten long ago 

My only hopes now are that my keeper 
Will grow tired of my deliberate silence 
And obvious disdain and release me 
Whether through life or by death 
At this point either would be welcome 

How I long for the freedom 
And comfort of the clear blue sky 
The ability to soar like a bird 
High above the reaches 
Of those who only want to keep me 
And fly towards the bright and colorful horizon 
Where I know my future waits 
And new memories and dreams can be made.

Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014

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Animal Freedom

Animal Freedom

A Christmas walk in soft sun of winter
Across crisp fields of umber and green,
A sharp breeze blowing with freedom
On their faces, aglow with the hope
Of seeing one again – a bird; their bird,
Soaring and diving defiantly so.

The eagle. Powerful, swift and so
Free. Wings outstretched on currents of winter
Warmth, rising higher than any other bird.
It’s golden feathers shimmering over green
Hills and clear blue skies, in the hope
Of spying prey, running in a last bid for freedom.

They looked and walked and talked in freedom,
Enjoying the country lanes and paths in so
Carefree a manner; such a rich land of hope,
Bursting with creatures alive in the winter
Meadows: robins, rabbits, hares, a green
Woodpecker, and many a chattering bird.

They paused to rest and listen to bird
Song and breeze, relishing in the freedom
At the heart of nature, so fresh and green;
When suddenly, they saw a bush shaking so
Violently. They stopped and stared, the winter
Wind? Too strong. They watched in hope

Of seeing something curious, or in the hope
Of discovering if this at last was their bird,
Hunting untamed in the wilds of winter.
They approached, careful not to intrude on the freedom
Of the wild, but all they could see was a fluttering so
Urgent, flapping wings, a rubbed-raw leg, a thread of green.

A blackbird was trapped on a branch by green
String; frantic, desperate panic, yet hope
Shone in its eyes, pleadingly so.
They spoke softly, carefully untying the bird,
Which flew off to the wind in a cry of freedom.
They felt proud, liberated, in a wonderland of winter.

They ran home for dinner of green sprouts and festive roast bird;

Bred in darkness and stench, no hope of daylight or freedom.
Incarcerated, deformed, wounded so bad, in a long-hardened winter.

Spare a thought for your turkey this Christmas… 

Copyright © Charlotte Kingsfield-Blake | Year Posted 2014

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The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Beak of Night


Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive. 

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

By; p.d.

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

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The Free Bird

I am bird thinking about nothing
Seeing this freedom while I’m well flying
Can’t stop to flap my wings and feel this breeze
Seizing this moment like I’m all well freeze

I see those mountains soaring to skies,
World is better without beautiful lies
Gazing those rivers running silently,
I’ve heard those old trees shaking visibly

I see hundreds of people roaming with pleasure,
Enjoying the instants of His good treasure
Looking everywhere and see cheerful smiles,
Witness everything in just few miles

I’m a free bird seeing this wondrous place,
Just keep on flying in this widest space!
God made a sweet nature for someone like me 
It’s a land that is certain for everybody!

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

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W ellness is our glorious gift this year.
O rigami cranes set in flight by the winds 
N avigate the festive New Year celebrations
D elighting children and the young at heart with
E ternal life and freedom they signify.
R ewards of this past year are embraced by
F amily and friends as they gather together
U nified in giving grateful homage for Divine
L ove bestowed in answered prayers.

Connie Marcum Wong
January 5, 2016

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

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Bird Feed Under My Window

Since childhood I was always fascinated with nature
Curious to know how plants grow 
Always intrigued by the ingenuity of ants 
And mesmerized by the coordination 
And spectacular tactics of birds. 

Birds come in different colors and species 
They symbolize many conditions and have various 
Significance and meaning in different cultures. 
You have the nightingale and the humming birds 
And the whippoorwill is perhaps the most cunning 
of all species because it can camouflage itself.
Even though you can hear its distinctive sound 
It's difficult to be identified. 

I used to listen to them singing in nature 
singing melodious tune, tunes that span beyond 
Centuries, tunes reminding us that life is still divine.
I love to watch them soaring in the sky 
flying from north to east, south to west 
Until nature bids them to take their rest. 

Birds embrace freedom and they hold the power of truth 
they are unique messengers so the next time you see one
land on your doorstep just figure out if it is genuinely from nature
who send it, and what it is trying to say before you angrily chase it away. 

Birds have wit and might, they are powerful 
communication tools, they earn their keep from nature
and that’s how they stay alive 
like the cows and the sheep 
they can see way out in the deep. 

Something peculiar has been happening in nature 
I have been observing something unusual from the sky 
While walking down the street the sun burst from 
underneath a dark, cold overcast sky   
and spread its light over me then suddenly disappeared. 

Each time I take a stroll an army of birds appear from
nowhere and split up into different directions, 
they form groups of six, seven and eight, three,
four, two, one and  groups of twelve. 
Sometimes they are so many that I can hardly count them. 

It didn't seem as if they were on a journey, it appeared as if 
They were caged up somewhere and were suddenly released
into the atmosphere.
My curiosity grew deeper when I pounced upon 
a man attracting the birds with feed laced with 
corn grain and black sunflower seeds. 

This was quite unusual because 
no one in the entire neighborhood feed birds
I could read right into this mysterious cultural behavior
not only was he making a statement,
he was marking something by placing 
the bowl of feed in front of the house 
under my window and luring the birds to
fly from all directions to feed from the bowl. 

They say that black birds are symbol of human soul
and they symbolize happiness, intelligence and wisdom;
they also have deep religious meaning.
Always remember that everything we do
evil always hinges close by good
to make things seem inconspicuous. 
Legend has it to say that the devil appeared to St. Benedict
in the form of a black bird to tempt him. 

Long time ago my kindergarten teacher
used to teach me this poem by mother goose,
“Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, 
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. 
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing
wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in the counting-house counting out his money,
the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey, 
the maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes. 
Along came a blackbird and snipped off her nose.” 

Birds are free habitats of nature
they do not earn their keep from artificial feed
but from natural food in the environment. 
So the next time you see a bowl of bird feed
laced with black sun flower seed and corn 
do not take it for granted 
something is deeper than bird feed. 

                                                                          ©2015 Christine Phillips


Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2015

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Caged Bird

It’s so hard to balance myself every day on a pole
With my wings all clipped, and cut out with my soul
Hung on a ceiling, it may just as well be a hole
Where I am perched at the edge where I rock and I roll

As an old church bell rings out the names of many a free soul
It’s so hard for me to find my way, and to ever be free
Where on this pole, I only see the outside of a glass wall 
I dream of flying away each day but will they ever let me? 

Even if I fell off the perch, and hurt, there is nowhere to fall 
I am just so tired of balancing myself on this old cold pole
If not I can’t see outside and dream I break thru the glass wall
If I drop to the bottom again, I know I won’t see anything at all
Like in the dark of the night, there is nothing to see at all
As the curtain each night is pulled over to hide the glass wall
As I wait alone hung out on a porch on a hook and a pole
With only dreams to fly, one day on the other side with you all
And with no one to help me out of this dark caged hole
Where I sit and I wait to hear the bells ring their very next toll
Hung out in the cold dark night, on a hope and a dream to be free
As I wait by the window hoping the next bell that rings is for me 

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2015

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Swimming happily
The birds singing in the sky
their song of freedom

Copyright © Lala Merx | Year Posted 2013

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cage opens
stiff wings spread -
blue skies call

Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2016

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Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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I talked to trees about you. 
I told them “don’t they importunate.”
“I texted you already”
I miss you every day.
Will tell you I need to do something
Once upon a time in a faraway mountain
Speaking in a language
Only the wind and lost people understood
A group of trees stood

I told them “I usually talk to someone every day”.
It’s a big change to be in this mountain
And they the trees said
“So why don’t you talk to him everyday”
I told him “he is far”.
And the trees said “but you are still far”
I told tree “yes it’s both the same being far”
But here in this mountain I am not free
So this is a big change for me

So the trees said 
“You can still talk to him”
“We will bring your thoughts”
“And let it cross to oceans”
“Until your memory matches”
But I said if I keep thinking I might suffer
And I might run to cross the ocean myself
And the trees said “when we too feel this we pray to our maker”
“Because trees practice patience too”

I told them that I know that, but I thank them for reminding me.
I also told them “that because we talked everyday for a long time.”
I can be patient not to talk to him for a long time because God gave me that as a gift in advance.
So patience is just a small payment for this silence.
So I am calm already.
I told them “he loves trees too”
And he used to climb mountains when he was younger.
So they like you too

I also told them that you got your back pain from trotting the hills
So they told me “when you come back home talk to him about us”
They said “tell him we kept you company”
“And we tried not to let our twigs and branches fall on your hut when the wind is strong”
I also told them that you have lectures about trees.
And they drooled over it.

One tree said “oh he seems to be a good guy”
I told them you are pretty too.
There are many trees there.
Some of them have holes in the middle.
Wounds made from fighting between the military and the freedom fighters
But they stand still oblivious to their surrounding and their predicament

They are as tall as three to four storey buildings.
And they are thick while some have hollow centers
Ah trees have seen so many things
I hope they didn’t get tired of my staring
With my niqab they can see my eyes so tired

I have to sleep.
We will talk again tomorrow
The durian there is creamy
Gift of Allah to those who can’t go home.
In the month of Ramadan
I sleep and tomorrow we talked.

23 April 2014

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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On moonlit bay do herons row With swerving curves their plumes unfurl As white-bleached robes dip into twirls. Forms pose around the ridge, aglow Allowing limbs to flaunt contours While breezes watch near migrant lure. Down shoreline wide, beaks sting a blow To feast on prey before long flight And rest through foams of soft twilight. Mid-air, flock wheels a graceful flow Ascending high on crowns afire Like lofty rite along sky’s lyre. And high above,birds croon...hello! Where freedom leaps, a nature’s gift Inspiring herons’ roam, adrift. On moonlit bay do herons row Forms pose around the ridge, aglow Down shoreline wide, beaks sting a blow Mid-air,flock wheels a graceful flow And high above, birds croon...hello!
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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Night casts shadows on hollowed ground
An eagle flies, painful the screams;
While reddish crown lifts, armed with grit
That its rafters fight bleak of dreams.

Wisps of clouds, like puffs of smoke
Rage on stents of bushy trees
Its royal pose and nest fledgling,
Are caught up in a claw's tight squeeze.

With fervor calling through the winds
Bold eyes glare in kingly action;
With courage releasing true will
From grim hunters of destruction.

Soon mighty eagle flees by night,
Wings swooping to escape arrest;
To gather might for life ahead
Unfolding freedom at its best.

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~Dedicated to the endangered Monkey Eagle of Asia
which may become extinct due to unlawful hunting.~

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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to be free again                                                                                                           no tears the land of plenty                                                                                              as the spirits soar

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism | |


Free falling from Heaven
Not a care in the world
The majestic eagle 
Swooping down
Taking it in
Orange, browns
Blues and green
A spectrum of colors
of God's greatest scenes
Wings so mighty
they were meant to soar
Flying high above mountains
Feeling the winds of change
Oh how I wished I could be so free
Take a quick look at my mirrored reflection
While passing atop a river
What a sight to see
My feet skimming the water
Tickling me
We should all take a second
Just breathe
Take in the peace
Embrace all the beauty
Of this wonderful place

Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |


main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udti hu khule aasman me
jise n koi chinta, kisi ke shikar karne ki
udati rahu puri jindagi, aajad pakshi ki trah
koi n rakhe mujhe bandhi bna kar 
udati rahu, udati rahu, aajad pakshi ki trah
khane ke liye bhatku idhar -udhar
n mile mujhe khane ke liye
bhukhe pet hi so jau
kitne bhi kasht mile, has kar sah lu unhe
koi phark n pade, ab kisi kasht ka
aadat hi ho gayi ab hume
main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udati hu khule aasman me

Copyright © SANGITA CHOUDHARY | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Song of the Caged Bird

When the caged bird sings
It tells of her story
The song will be sad
Like a dirge
A lamentation
For her plight
Of her bondage

When the caged bird sings
It tells of her longing
To be free
To spread her wings
And fly away
To freedom land
That has no walls

There she is free
To fly towards the sun
Free to embrace the wind
Caressing her wingtips
As she glides
In the open sky

Within the walls of her cage
She is shackled, oppressed
She cannot spread her wings
And freely fly
Untouched by the wind
Unbathed by the glowing sun
The caged bird withers
Till she slowly dies
From her misery
The never ending agony
Forgotten, unremembered
Without knowing
How it feels to be free

Copyright © Nudershada Cabanes | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Independence Day

From the nest of globalization
Like a dove filled with aspiration
Let citizens spread their wings
And fly out into the world.

Where fields are filled with grains
Dams are filled with water
And cities never sleep
While children take nap.

Carrying the mountains of cash and books
Which are digitized in its beaks
Moving the economy forward
By sharing where required.

Copyright © Venkatesh Raghava | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |



I am an old farmer . I cannot see my figure only on the water face of   our  lovely rivulet  . It was small like my dream , at that time I was child ,   dissolved in the butterfly colors . Oh the purity which they steal it , they take our smooth olive , make missile and death  from it , then they told me that I am a serious criminal  plants the olive .
Yes , such that , and without tiredness I shall repeat the birds songs , I shall not care about the world brassy  face , nor the one-eyed city . Yes I shall learn the earth the rose voice , and the lonely  winds will not find a place in my  skin . I am a free bird ,  I love the mud smell , and I like the noon sun when it  touch my face  , may be because my father plant me with a wheat seed  in our small garden .  

Copyright © Anwer Ghani | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

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The Swan

The peaceful, humble beauty 
of a white lily drifting on reflective night
hums a sweet melody 
of contrasting light.

Trusting the darkness 
to be his throne
and the moon of loneliness
to crown his soft, unheard moan.

I watch from bushes of scorn
that mock him cruelly.
His fragile crest is pierced by the thorn
of rejection and bleeds its sorrows silently.

The rejected jewels of nature are mourning
for the king of the skies to raise his wings
but he can't see beyond remembering
and can't see past the thorn's stings.

Oh, scarred heart of grace,
spread strenght and flee with wild freedom
unto priceless solace 
away from this desolate kingdom.

Oh, jewel in creation's crown,
look not to stirred reflection
for it is mere perversion, a frown,
of the white rose of perfection.

Go now, leave behind only
a legacy of despised beauty.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013