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Girl Bird Poems | Bird Poems About Girl

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Details | Prose Poetry |

A Child's Peace

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


Details | Rhyme |

SEA OF LOVE

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.


Details | Sonnet |

IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU

        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


Details | Free verse |

Two Hearts full of Love

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.


Details | I do not know? |

The Garden

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.


Details | Limerick |

Lucy's Goosey

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.


8/24/13
For Blackeyed Susan's limerick contest


Details | Ballad |

Nightingale

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.


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.


Details | Epic |

I Awake To Darkness (part 7)

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...


Details | Free verse |

A Little Girl's Peacock

A Little Girl’s Peacock

The vision she must have had
A brightly colored peacock
Many artists saw the magnificent creature
They all spoke of it
Some called it a toucan
Others saw the peacock for what it was
She knew what she wanted
She wanted a beautiful bird
Peacock or toucan she got what she wanted
A beautiful bird that everyone wanted to see
She brought to life the entire spectrum of color
Such time she must have taken
Every feather in place
An eye that had so much life in it
The bird was ready to jump off the canvas
It was ready to take flight through a dense rain forest
How could she have such a talent?
No one taught her
She had the passion in her heart
So strong was her passion that every brushstroke was perfect
It was almost as if she had the bird within her grasp
For her age she made quite an impact
Not one person thought that she was only 8 years old
Such a talent at such a young age
Some called it a miracle
Others called it just a lucky shot
If you ask that little girl
She will tell you that it is just a painting of a peacock
Nothing more, nothing more
Just a peacock painted by a little girl
And that is all that matters


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