Tell me of your peace.
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place
As it gently sloughs the pain away
Tell me of your peace
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease,
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within
Waiting for you
For you to let it be
Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013
There once was a gal named Lucy,
Who had a beloved pet goosey.
The goose learned to fly,
Which made Lucy cry,
Now there's no more Lucy's goosey.
For Blackeyed Susan's limerick contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013
Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.
Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.
So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.
Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.
Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2013
wrapped tight in brown cloak,
flashing Mona Lisa eyes -
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014
I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.
I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.
A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.
Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.
As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.
And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.
My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.
We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.
Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
All day she watches, feeding on greed,
but she would not pick any of the flowers.
These are flowers that fly and all but sing.
For flight and honey, dazzled so in quest of sweetness.
A bird, one that gathers its wings
and flies higher and higher.
This lovely flower fell to seed.
Work gently sun and rain.
Copyright © Lidija Vresk | Year Posted 2013
There live a girl, oh yes, a girl
Head so big with one thing
Intoxicated by every full moon
She likes the light from the moon's beam
Everyday she wanders, oh yes, she wanders
Downtown London, where she finds life in the streets
She waltzes down alleys, backdoor galleries
And practice losing her virginity
She stole away, oh yes, she stole away
Like a thief in the night she borrows
Borrows the innocence of others
While lie the rest left in sorrow
There live a girl, oh yes, a girl
Who possess a trusting wink
One quick glance, trapping trance
Then she's in the wind before you blink.
Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2014
The Raven flies, and people duck under it’s presence,
“If only the people could understand me, I’m not harmful.”
The Raven wishes to express it’s feelings to them.
“A place to go where I’m not feared would be wonderful.”
The Raven flew and flew over every land, every forest, every mountain,
But wherever he went, fear struck the hearts of mankind.
The Raven couldn’t stand himself, he just wanted to die,
“If there was one place I could find.”
The Raven’s wish finally came true when he found a lonely little girl.
“Young girl, are you an outcast like I?”
To the Raven’s surprise, the girl could understand,
“Yes, I wish I could just die.”
The Raven was sad for this girl, but also overjoyed,
“Young girl, can I stay by your side?”
The girl smiled and held him close, filling him with a new warmth,
“ I would love that.” But life lied…
As the two grew older, more people in the land noticed,
“That woman talks to that Raven all the damn time, she must abide!”
That day, the girl was burned at the stake, but she was not alone,
For the Raven burned as well, they stayed by each other’s side.
Copyright © Unfragment Broken | Year Posted 2014
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
Samantha once scampered a tree
To see whatever she could see.
So far up did she boost
That an owl came to roost
On Sammy's precarious knee.
Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2014
Restless river winds.
winnowing valley farmland.
In Father's garden chickens squawk, squabble.
Silver sunlight dances.
Hens spurn gardens bounty,
for girl in dusty pants,
rattling evenings grain bowl.
Prancing single file behind
fowl feet indent narrow path.
Wind rustles treetops.
Copyright © Eileen Bell | Year Posted 2014
Tree of life
Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014
A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm
It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud
Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee
On a quiet night
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five
Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view
The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit
So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date
But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show
Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd
The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot
And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow
I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)
Copyright © Tyrone Johnston | Year Posted 2010
I awake to the girl sleeping by my side
The clouds are everywhere within the blue sky
I wake the girl and her eyes open slow
As we stand her and I have no place to go
We start to walk and I begin to hear
A message being whispered, the end you will fear
I grip the girls hand and then we start to walk
Then the spirits enter my mind and they begin to talk
I try to ignore what they say and something catches my eye
Leaving the ground to the air a sparrow begins to fly
The sparrow can talk and it calls out my name
This treacherous bird seems to be very tame
It perches on the branch of a locust tree
Asking us both if we want to be free
We agree with the bird and nod our heads
Everything goes black and we wonder if we're dead
Our boundaries brighten the surrounding land
We both are standing on ground covered in sand
The spirits tell me that I'm still a fool
I respond quickly this is my mind and here I rule
Their whispering voices fade away
I check on the girl and she seems to be okay
We both lay down right next to each other
We hold hands and look to the water
Now is my chance to make things right
I kiss her lips and then we fall asleep through the night...
Copyright © Robert Sebastian | Year Posted 2010
(Old erased poems)
In the middle of
a dream was I when,
suddenly a sound,
which I thought profound,
woke me up at night..
Squinting my eyes,
got up to sight,
bluejay shrill on,
my window sill;
air wrapped in,
a fine mist,
long white trail..
Down swooped the bird,
looping cold rays,
I fell under
Fumbled for my limbs,
wibbly wobbly things;
held fast on the bed,
I was covered in
fine silver cobwebs ...
Form : Diminishing and Advancing Hexaverse
Copyright © gautami phookan | Year Posted 2015
In the elm outside my window, roosts a mysterious bird.
I listened as he squawked and fluttered. This is what I heard,
"If God had given you wings, would you fly away with me?"
To have wings and fly like a bird? What a gift that would be!
He perched on the window sill when I raised it to climb out.
"Your arms will turn into wings if you trust without a doubt."
I closed my eyes in anticipation and flapped my little arms.
My body started rising above the elm tree and then the farms.
"Oh goodness!" I cried out to the bird, "I see so far and wide!"
I soared on wings over fields, the mysterious bird at my side,
and when we passed a flock of geese, they honked in surprise.
What a spectacle I must seem to be, flying high up in the skies.
"Watch out!" Too late did I see the reason for his warning,
for right into a cloud I flew. It hadn't been there this morning.
I was lost inside the cottony layers and couldn't see a thing,
when suddenly I felt the gentle tap of the beautiful bird's wing.
"This way. Follow me, and please tell me, what's your name."
I told him it was Mamette, but all my friends just call me Mame.
I asked his name because I didn't want to call him 'bird' all day.
He flew around me in big circles before he told me it was Clay.
Clay and I flew all around the coutryside, creating quite a stir.
Sometimes we zoomed so high that everything became a blur.
You should've seen the faces of people who stared in disbelief
and I heard them shout at me, "That's Mame, oh good grief!"
We landed for a moment, but only for Clay to catch a worm,
he swallowed it and offered me one, but I could only squirm.
Into the sky we rose again. I wish this day would last forever!
I wanted to find a way to keep my wings, if I could be so clever.
Clay started flying faster and I followed his route as best I could.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He said the weather didn't look good.
Dark clouds were moving in. I heard the roar of mighty thunder.
"Let's find a place to land," he said, "a roof we can stay dry under."
I was more than a little frightened of the lightning bolts that flashed,
so I told him I wanted to go home and then away I quickly dashed.
I spied my open window and flew in when raindrops began to fall.
Clay was not behind me so I put my head out of the window to call.
There he was, up in the elm, with a wing protecting another bird.
He whistled at me, nodded his head, and this is what I heard.
"Go back inside, dear little Mame. Don't you worry about me.
We'll fly the skies again some day when you feel like being free."
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Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016
a girl lost
A girl lost in space and time
is often fond of love and rhyme
there is some fear some faith
she just don't want to be late
by the unknown that sustains
in the depth of her mind and inside
unravelling of tide that is quite high
comprised of thoughts and unexpressed
which is like a story holding a lot
turning her mind and emotions into a dot
where the time is static
motion of world is pathetic
she than finds solace in her loneliness
and a kind face is just like holiness
to her it is like expression from a stranger
that often ignites the spark of being alive
but the feeling takes a dive
screwed by the realism of meanness
often accompanied by growing loss of hope
a touch of emotions soon act like dope
good enough to sustain and cope.
Copyright © anurag bansal | Year Posted 2015
i like to dress for an imaginary girl
(we will meet each other soon) by putting on
a silk tie with subtle Chinese birds
she may be picturing me in her mirror
as she applies exactly the necessary line
of mascara to lengthen her lashes and darken
whatever begins as a mystery ends as a
blind, the nuances so well known
that birds chirp violently at their mirror images
but the pools
as they are revealed in the sunlight of
every accidental nod of the eyes remain
calm as a mirror in which there is no
image ever seen.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
Once I Sought But Love Ran Away
I sought peace by way of knowledge
the well was full but the peace it did so hide
I ran races after peaceful horses but
the saddles fell of and trampled was my heart
I sought love by way of exciting sex with
beautiful vixens but satisfied I found love hiding
I ran after soft girls with hard sexy bodies only
to find sex great but true joy O' so elusive
A journey lead me into a wild life looking for
clues to peace and love. I found great pleasure
no real gain. I sat for years begging for an answer
when suddenly a little bird told me-
Stop, you are trying to force it!
Love flees from force. Settle down, look around
and you will see Love seeking you out! A great
truth hit me like a ton bricks. I obeyed that
little voice and now married ten years to the
Love that searched me out!
Hallejah and I praise her with a Shout!!!!!
Stop, open your heart, look and listen.
That same little bird just may speak to you!
Robert Lindley. 08-13-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
A million lights shine in her eyes,
They twinkle so bright like fireflies.
Alone at night, she takes to the skies,
She soars so high, and opens her mind.
But she is blind to the fact that she cannot try,
For she has already died.
Copyright © Autumn Patrick | Year Posted 2014
Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,
Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair with an American.
Oh, and by the way, before you ask, I'm from Mars.
Orbiting your planet, admiring the girls.
Selecting poems by George Herbert to share
with Jesus believers on poetry sites
where we try to bring our lives into expressible states
before it's too late and climate change inundates us.
If you're just making lists it doesn't matter if your cysts
are malignant or benign. One day you're feeling fine
and the next not. We're pretty matter of fact about
the fact of death. Once you're gone most of us forget
your face and previous accomplishments. The place
you lived is repopulated with the next generation (of aliens)
and that ought to be a comfort, a sort of restful
certainty all is well, nothing special need be done.
Bluebirds are back, crows are mating on the sky
and chasing hawks away from their nests. Juncos
and sparrows glean together. I hear pileated woodpeckers
jackhammering and barred owls hooting soothingly.
Herons smoothing feathers and spearing fish.
Everything is as one would wish.
Numberless are the world's wonders
but none more wonderful than aliens.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
The little girl has never spoken
Not even a single word
Her voice since birth was simply broken
A sentence was never heard
She liked to watch the birds each day
As they played in the summer breeze
They'd always take her breath away
As she watched them in the trees
The mocking bird, her bird of choice
Would make her smile appear
She loved to hear his magical voice
Each time that he came near
And though her voice was far away
She'd whistle for his reply
She listened to every word he'd say
Until he said goodbye
He made her feel like she could speak
A language only they understood
And though they used their own technique
They spoke every chance they could
A little girl and her mocking bird
Has quite the conversation
They talk all day without a word
Through the gift of imitation
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010