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Details | Lyric | |

Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse | |

I Can Sing

I Can Sing


I sing
a voice like an angel.
Some call me a songbird.
A melody,
Sweet singing and soft sounds
Come from my lips.
High.
Low.
Medium.
Not quite a Mariah Carey or a Whitney Huston “yet”.
I lift my hands and I use my body.
I tap my feet to the beat.
I stand tall like a tree and plant my feet hip width apart.
I open my mouth and out comes music.

Copyright © Ayesha Karim | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

frog bird

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they shout the truth in simple hues
in hopping waves of black and blue
they drop from clouds when heroes die
with blood etched throats they agonize
why must charms of hope leave the eye
for hearths lain cold-souls pulverised
warlocks pock the virgin's bone
plucking pearls from time-worn shoals

rose petal slung like david's stones
life tangoes hearts ... blue icy ropes
why why why the frog bird moans
why why why the frog bird moans
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Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

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

Details | I do not know? | |

''Little bird, what troubles thee''

Little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
      is it the worm of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds His tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
      is it the bane of misery

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Bird

Sweet bird, sweet bird
   With wing so wide
Fly the night
   To distant tide

Let your weary heart soar high
   On breezes meant to glide
No birds of prey disguise the day
   Bring your wings to me, this way

You pass through darkened rainbows near
   On the very edge of fear

Oh, how the winds do blow
   Their course unknown to you
But let your aching wings bring height
   Above the storm tonight

Oh. let the sun shine bright
   Amid tomorrow light
On wings so bold of dreams of old
   A love that's past that so I hold

Sweet bird, sweet bird

Copyright © Terry Noack | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Deep Colors of Night


Your song, A Beautiful Child, touched my heart long ago, inspired to love beauty I could never hold, inspired to love beauty from afar. I am the sleepless child who grew tall enough to reach a star. You sang of feelings that remain After the Glitter Fades, and I listened to the sound. Late at night, I dreamed I was Rhiannon, visions kept to myself of a bird in flight, a night bird taken by the wind. Unforgettable songs of love and joy, sorrow and pain, wash over me like Silver Springs, Violet and Blue. The songs from your Book of Miracles lift me on a White-Winged Dove. Feelings of freedom soar in my soul. The higher I fly, the more fragile love becomes, but the heart is strong when we sing. Resilient, I find the courage to carry on, triumph over trials, leather compliments lace. Your voice rings clear like a bell in the still of night. You ask the mirror in the sky, what is love? Bolder with age, I seek to find my own answers. The Gypsy in my soul searches for more. Sometimes, I find my own reflection and a brazen heart. Sometimes, I find an innocent child, shy and unassuming. All of life is lyrics set to music. In the deep colors of night, I hear your voice. for What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Contest ***Stevie Nicks***

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Blessedisthemorningbeforeithasbegun

Blessed is the morning before it has begun.
Just as me, just as you.
Night is the mother giving birth to the sun.
just as me, just as you.
Slowly comes that brand new babe, as our world turns.
Just as me, just as you.
Light splits across the low sky, making raw umber hues.
Just as me, just as you.
We are just shadows in this baby light.
Just as me, just as you.
Giving all the new day a shared delight.
Just as me, just as you.
The answer to this simple rule is heard in the trees
Just as me just like you.
With the birds singing in another day, so it seems.
Unlike me, what about you?

I am not too sure what this form is and ask all here to help me figure it out. The repeated line,  also maybe better as the title, again not to sure? Would love to here your thoughts on this, thanks. Also I see this as a simple children's poem, in the same understanding as William Blake. Also does this site allow for stanza breaks? It seems limited in how you can format your poems here?  Rose of Words

Copyright © Rose Raikos | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Skylark Of Night

How she calls so mild, 
my senses beguiled
under a swaying oak tree
where the notes are long, 
fluttering among
the rustles of leaves in glee.

A lark with sweet notes, 
her music afloat
in rhythmic sway with night sky, 
an incantation
in gentle motion;
to lure slumber's rock-a bye!



Alouette Contest of Dr. Ram Mehta
16 July 2014

Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Electric Tides Chicken Wire Skies

Den The Dawn Her Bird Cage Pawn 
              Plucked Their Hens A Feather Pen 
                       Cock A Doodle Doo His, Momma Knew....

Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Free as a bird

I feel pressed down,
Down into the ground.
Whenever your around.

My movements are opressed,
By the dominance, you rest,
So eagerly, upon my chest.

My steps are hindered,
By the stress.
But I know that I am blessed,
By the worlds tenderness.

I will break free,
Of your subtle tyranny. 
My spirit will walk free,

As I turn the key.
I'll listen to the, symphony.
Of my wildest dreams.

Copyright © Ashley Caldwell | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

The Birds

They say that life is one big mile,
measured by the increments you choose.
If I ever met a cat who went by feet,
I'd like him to take a walk 
in my doozin' shoes.
Cuz' the bird outside my window told me
life's too short to fret and give a damn;
told me it's all about the inches,
anything past is but a ripple in the sand.

There's something to be said about the birds, they fly
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly
The bird's fly high, and kiss the sky
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly.

They say that life is one big labyrinth,
it's all about the corridors you choose.
If I ever met a frog who found his pad,
I'd like to take a walk in his
oh so salient shoes.
Well, the bird outside my window told me 
life's too short to fret and give a damn.
Told me to play my own music, all the bird's
know life's just one enormous jam.

There's something to be said about the birds, they fly
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly
The bird's fly high, and kiss the sky
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly.

Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2007

Details | ABC | |

Birds

Can the birds sing a song
Can I be the one along
Hear what they say 
Love in the morning love in there song
Can a man make this or not
Sing old bird my love song
I watch you eat and hear your song
But can you make me belong
I wish i could fly
All i can do is cry
Bird of a song let me be
For all to see 
Not a bird here only a man
Wish i could sing
Like the birds in the morning
Man like me can only moan

Copyright © Curtis Murray | Year Posted 2006

Details | Senryu | |

Fountain

The sky collects cloud
Today you are lenient
Fountain in the vent
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
April 16, 2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016