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Details | Couplet | |

- A Bird Sings Only When It Is Happy -

A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy

I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze 

Falling slowly like a ripe apple 
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven

Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep

It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return

My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream 





Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  11.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

A Plane and The Eagle

O'er tempest,soars the 
eagle with wings 
stretching towards the 
smiling sun.
        Gliding-nature's 
handiwork.
    Up the sky,a figure 
with outstretched wings 
battling the turbulent 
wind and frowning sun.
      Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Mistaken for an eagle 
in the sky-never an eagle.
      Utter's sound as the 
eagle-never an eagle.
    This man-made 
handiwork,dismember's 
under a stormy wind.
    For paid price-loss of 
lives.
    The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
    Frog-men under sea 
and frogs in the waters 
can bear witness.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

In the Heavens

The elements of the heavens above Where the birds go swaying and dipping down And the clouds mist their way along the sky There the dark sky shrouds the moon with a gown In awe I spread my arms just to accept The nature of the clouds and the cool air Beams of white light coming out from the moon Adds to the serenity that’s out there I hold out my hand to receive a drop A drop of dew from the heavens above Tenderly I kiss it and fill my soul Makes me want to fly with the birds I love The highest point of the sky before space Is where I end up, looking at the stars No other beauty compares to this trip I slowly fall back amongst the briars I live meagerly here on this vast Earth Then I fly again amongst the great clouds I often go see with the birds up high Joyously live my days with all that’s proud Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long

Copyright © Grace Cyrus | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Reaching for heaven

I spied the dark little spitfires
fork-tailed and white breasted,
over the river bank
and then my head they crested
 
Then the couple would part
to scour the tops of the reeds
and meet triumphant
amongst the leafy trees
 
Their speedy haphazard unreasonable flight
 filled  me with a piqued delight
Why couldn’t I live their life for a day?
To sing their exquisite joy,
to speed,  to swoop,
to somersault, to dart and loop
but sadly I am forever earthbound

But in my mind
having escaped this earthly prison
I may be a house martin
reaching for heaven

Copyright © Tony Crowther | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Korean Commas

What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again 
You'll be the same old guy to all of them

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

today i saw bird

Today I Saw A Bird

Today I saw a bird flying in the sky..it reminded me of you.  I opened up my window and let it come thru, it sang me a song  and  put  me to sleep, and in my dream took me to where you would be. I took hold of your hand and looked  in your eyes, then told you how  I’ve missed you  and  tried not to cry.  We spent  all day laughing and talking about things,  reminiscing on old memories and how long its been.  We layed in a meadow and  stared  at the sky , I  turned my head gently as a tear left my eye.  The sky slowly got  darker as night time grew near, you  looked  at me and said,  ‘‘ There’s nothing to fear,  I’ll always be with you, in good times and bad and one day we’ll be together  again so please don’t  be sad.. Its time for you to wake up now and get back to your life, and I’ll be here waiting for you on the day you arrive.’’ Today I saw a bird, it reminded me of you ..I opened up my window.. And let it come thru..

Copyright © mandy carrillo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

beautiful birds 12

take my hands
and I'm still here
and I go into your chest
after all you have left.

and I do it just as light banishes darkness
with incomprehensible drained for fear
blooming ...
and do not know why.

Copyright © marinescu victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

My Longing Heart

I know that I
Have failed the Lord
And for that
I'm so ashamed
And only in my troubled times
Would I call upon his name

But God said
If you'll only speak to me
When trouble your way comes
Then you can rest assured my child
I'll surely send you some

I know I need
To spend more time
Down on my knees in prayer
For he said when
You call on me
I'll surely meet you there
Lord forgive me
Of my past
And the wrongful things I've done
I long so
Just to make things right
Between you and your son

For I know
That we're not promised
We will see The Morning Sun
And I don't want
To leave this world
Having left some things undone

Father make me worthy
To stand and tell the world
That I'm a god believer
And I believe His Word

He's coming in an hour
That we don't even know
And our souls will be
Required of us
O be ready friend to go

Eternity last forever
and 10 million years from now
my friend you will be somewhere
so why don't you humbly bow

To the God of heaven
he's waiting now on you
just ask Him for forgiveness
that's all you have to do

Then when it said and done
and he returns someday
he'll take you home to heaven
and there forever stay

Copyright © Sammy Lykens | Year Posted 2016

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All Soft Feathers and Flight Muscles

In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.

The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully, 
each bird taking a turn on point.

All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone, 
notwithstanding fears that rend and own us, 
of dying unknown.

A Spring day
the flycatcher broke its neck against our bay window
nothing changed.

I buried it, somewhat reverently, in a shallow grave.
No differently, really, than I would a man
who'd died suddenly.

Who'd left footprints in the snow
which became wild lily-of-the-valley, running pine
then snow again in time.

After long enmity
Sally hugs me, asks if I've been happy.
A moment in a year.

February, the light is long, more direct.
It's meaningless, repetitious
but held dear.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015