Today I will be happy,
Happy all day long.
I won't think about my problems.
I'll fill this day with song.
I won't worry about world affairs,
Or ask the reason why,
Some folks do the things they do,
And wring my hands and sigh.
I won't worry over hurtful things,
That people sometimes say.
I'll ask The Lord to bless them,
When I bow my head to pray.
Petty things that just annoy,
Of these things I won't speak.
I'll be happy as a little bird,
With a french fry in my beak.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2017
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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Arrow signs direct
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Comings and goings!
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Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015
life flies, so quickly away
As I sit and watch from an old window
Where I love to play
So fast, in your dreams you go
In the evening hours, by the old window
What do you want to know?
A child’s cry, breaks the silent hours
The beginning of new life, at a new window
Where a new soul grows
Bright lights flash into your quiet dream
From distant stars, through the old window
Where their reflection screams
I sit by my own old heart
And dream it flies, out the old window
Landing safely into its own shadow
love flies so fast away
on this frozen day, by the old window
love warms my heart today
A blackbird cries, as it tries to fly
where I see her try, by the old window
And I feel her cry
Weather beating wings falling open wide
A shivering heart eyes like an old window
In the frozen snow
I know she will have her day
As I watch her fly away thru the old window
Where we love to play
written 04/02/2012 by: cynthiaFerguson
Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | 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
The Bald Eagle is a bird of prey with spectacular aerial displays,
They soar and swoop and dive and glide ever so gracefully;
Dashing predators in silent pursuit,
Their brown plumage is beautiful.
They swirl and glide above jagged rocks majestic in the sun,
A particular place is their nest that they will defend till death;
Dedicated to their mates and protector of their chicks,
A bird to be admired for courage.
And how I love those mighty wings,
And those feathered legs and claws;
Such strength in every wing beat,
Once a familiar sight in North America.
Endangered due to persecution and pesticides,
Now they are thriving again and out of danger in America;
A national symbol for their majesty, power, courage and resilience,
So for me the Bald Eagle will always be the bird of choice;
So spiritual and full of dignity, a symbol to represent people,
Oh never could it be any other bird, although there are some beauties to behold.
October 21, 2015
Submitted to the contest, Another Bite Of the Cherry
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot
Did not place in contest.
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
"'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
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.
Screwed Vlll Contest
Sponsor: rob carmack
~Dedicated to the endangered Monkey Eagle of Asia
which may become extinct due to unlawful hunting.~
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
He meets my troubled eyes with fervor in his stare
Probing for a way inside
I gaze along the fleeting horizon at the magnificent azure skyline
The petals of the flowers clinging to my skin as I realize its beauty
My eyes, tearing, find the wonder dying away
And my soul sinks
The last sigh of the day reaches the pool of dianthus
My hands remain in the cool waters, soothing my impatience
The sweet flowers blend with the fresh scent of the rainwater,
Easing a heart otherwise bursting
He draws the ocarina to his lips,
A sun conure perched on his shoulder
His fingers skillfully shift, as the song carries on
The night delightfully listens
The frogs and crickets join in
I sing lightly,
And he smiles,
For just as I draw breath and sing,
The sun conure takes flight
Finally ready to embark the heavens
When our song is finished,
We join hands and walk along the darkened path
Clinging flowers in our stride
There is no more waiting, for our journey has long begun
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
I once veered from the road less traveled
And gazed upon the minion sheep
Watching as they followed
Their mindless paths
My soul begin to weep
For the endless torture they had unraveled
Led by dictation
Fed on tribulation
Never once seeing
An open mind equals an open heart
I want to shout
I want to scream and shake them
As if waking them from a dream
And tell them to realize
The world around them is a lie
Not what they are programmed to see
But in this free will way of life
Nothing is as it seems
Copyright © Darla McGinnis | Year Posted 2014
There are clouds in the sky spell
Streaks quiet and fairly impressive
The sun rises in the morning to come
Later came the dark screaming like babies
Never to bald the forest-hood
Think of the flying wings that lead
The small forest in a silent call
The green tree foliage is in destiny
My beautiful garden is pretty cheerful
bright and daring beautiful
the flowers propose with unfading color
I am visiting my garden this morning
my lips trembled cold and chilling
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
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
Above it flies, above it shows
The power which every man knows
Alive it was, Alive it is
The eagle that possess it fierce
Above I saw, Above it's free
Finding its path and destiny
Alert the eyes, Alert the wings
The power everywhere it brings
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
Let me go
show me out the door with kind words
I want you to Love me ..
not punish by Force
My Prison, my warden
Let me go
My choice to be Free
Free of suppression, of my own creativity
let me decide for myself
Let me go
let go of me gracefully
I belong to myself , children and God
Let me go , let go of me
I am free
to choose to love and give
I am Free
from what burdens me
now I am Free
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Look, a bird, a little bird!
She flaps her wings, clapping the wind,
Is she fleeing away from the earth?
by flying a cross word.
Oh, the little bird!
How does she so hesitate and wander?
Is she struggling with eager?
Or because she has to suffer?
She's been flying day and night
must be she really tired
does she need to have a rest?
No, she is dragging by the glomming light
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Above a crimson sun-raise.
Albino Hawk can soon fly.
He spots its prey, from miles away.
I'd dare say.
His swooping,swift, and sudden,
Entrance is frightening.
We squint with inferior eyes.
Upwards towards brilliant sky.
Grasping His awesome feats.
I'd dare say! Dumbfounded!
His weakness builds His strengths,
I'd dare ask.
If this progression lasts,
Will some day Hawk-eye, overcome us?
Somewhere from the third row.
Sits Darwin's eyes aglow.
Saying, "I told you so."
Just God Who says , "Not So."
And Id' dare ask.
"Does Hawk-eye own a soul?
You should very well know.
The nature of His game.
His assent more mundane.
We should very well say.
If truth we could grasp.
Copyright © Oliver Krier | Year Posted 2015
Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded
The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing
One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still
Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one
Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013
Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013
Perched in unfamiliar terrain
Drenched in an unforgiving milieu
An infant vulture, lingered in pain
On the edge of a hill resisting the wind`s allure
With no prior instinct, it treads
Flapping its sporadic feathers
The strides it takes eradicate presumed threats
Its minute wings accelerate, while panic withers
Moving ever so further from the edge
A sense of pride provided a much needed surge
With eyes firmly fixed on the safe pasture ahead
Victory! Was meet, imparting its winning urge
The jubilation bred self-reliance and stupendous thrill
The former weary eyes prowled
Saw prey and killed
The innovative, un-vulture like infant was proud.
The effort…..the triumph…..the kill
The essence……the lesson…..instilled.
Copyright © Vusi Mtsweni | Year Posted 2014
I stand awkward and unsure
So different from the rest
Unaccepted and rifled with ridicule
Uncomfortable yet hoping to conform
A fate that feels so wrong
I struggle to fight the urge without intent
A path I forever lament
My tribe will love me if only I can find
Those common attributes they say will forever bind
Yet, there is a different path I pursue
Bold and true to myself I burst through
Realize my destiny and prove to be great
Never looking back but only within
Being different without fear for its my fate
There are no barking birds
Unless I choose to be first
I so choose
To be a lone barking bird
Copyright © Anson Decker | Year Posted 2017
As I fly,
the deep blue sky,
I look for prey,
on the forest floor,
as I elegantly soar,
I can spot a hare,
a mile down,
and dive at 100,
to the ground,
I am the acrobat,
of the air,
and the king of the sky,
without a care.
Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014
It burns and it stings.
More than drowning beneath
More than remaining in a
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why?
It burned and it stung.
The markings remained,
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little
known loathing were the known
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the
child that cried
Never was their relief for the
child that tried
You were that lovely bird that
understood the complications of
Nothing looked the same in
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears
The others-they were yet to
Caring Mother, o' so fair
You were that beautiful bird
filled with care.
The others came and were not
alone. Their two suitors sat on
Rampage and rage why did you
I began to wither and wither
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a
The droops of the Lily of the
Valley became the slumping of
My lovely bird the enemy had
taken you and the person you
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its
intricate self and you became
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved
Your intense spirt vanished only
to supplement a monster.
Mother, Monster and your tar
How did I kill that liver that was
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you
My lovely bird and your big
I'll tell you once, but never
Pain is only a flower for it
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as
quickly as lice.
You dear bird hurt me well.
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest
You brought me up, then you
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you
down in your deep black
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights.
Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013
I'M TRYING TO WALK ON WATER
BUT I CAN FEEL A STORM RISING
I CAN SEE THE SAVIOUR ON THE WATER SMILING
BUT I DOUBT HIM AND START CRYING
HE SAID KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME
AND JUST KEEP ON SEEKING
I GET SO DISTRACTED
AND BEGIN SINKING
HOW DID SHAME MAKE IT'S WAY INTO MY MIND?
HOW DID I ALLOW SHAME AND FEAR TO DOMINATE MY TIME?
HOW DID THIS IDENTITY MAKE ITS WAY INTO MY SOUL?
ALL OF MY PRIDE AND DIGNITY
SATAN STRATEGICALLY STOLE
NOW I'M BENEATH THE SURFACE
TRYING TO RISE UP FOR AIR
PEOPLE PASS ME BY
AND THEY SEEM FREE
AND TO ME IT'S JUST NOT FAIR
THEN JESUS BOLDLY SPOKE TO ME AND SAID DO NOT DARE COMPARE!
THE ONLY TIME THAT YOU DARE DROWN
IS WHEN YOU ACT LIKE I'M NOT THERE
AFTER HE SPOKE THAT TO ME
I WAS IN PEACE
AND MADE THIS CONCLUSION
THAT ALL OF MY FEARS
AND UNMERITED SHAME
IS REALLY JUST AN OPTICAL ILLUSION
BUT JESUS CAME AND WARNED ME THAT UNTIL I REALLY BELIEVE HIM FULLY
THAT I'LL BE HARASSED AND TAKE SET BACKS FROM SATAN,THAT DISTRACTING BULLY.
BUT GOD SAID CHILD THIS IS JUST A SMALL CHAPTER IN A PORTION OF YOUR LIFE
THEN HE SAID EVERYTHING WILL END SO NICE
WHEN YOU STAY FOCUSED ON MY SON,CHRIST.
Copyright © SHARITA CRAWFORD | Year Posted 2014
With storm clouds all around me
The Heaven's about to rain down
This is when I'm at my best
Under pressure I'm alive
Standing on my tip toes dancing
At the oceans edge
A hurricane is coming
This is when I'll fly away
I'll use the wind and rage beneath me
I'll soar higher than the clouds
Every doubt inside of me
Will vanish, they will break their ties
Life it sometimes pushes you
Thinking it's in charge
But you have to take control
Paint your own story, follow your own road
Believe nothing can hold you down
Drift away like a beautiful bird
Find your wings capacity
It is your inner strength
Feel the winds upon your skin
Brushing over every cell
Now go forth
And face the world
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
an autumn songbird gives voice to the luxurious late day
beautiful its song caresses the ear
all natural world breathing as one with your heart
as the sun itself kisses you tenderly
as if saying farewell to you and the day
and as the sun slips to the horizon
you close your eyes and can feel heart take to wing
with the autumn songbird playful in the crisp air
feel your soul breath and soar among the clouds
floating in the warm breeze of
that eternal summer dream where
everyone is forever young and in love
forever happy and filled with wonder
the autumn songbird fills me with her song
fills me with the strength of possible beauty that the new day promises
fills me with the peace found at the heart of kindness
so will you join me
rejoicing her song
will you take a moment to breath in
the wonder of late autumn summery day
Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014
Yes I know who I am
Mostly in a dense jam
Whether to cross over
To the free blue sky
Or to stay at anchor
The cage of ennui
Some say protected too
By the attachments of affection
In the enchanted garden
While I am still in a rift
Of agonizing conflict
The days and nights thus split
Half chained to the ground
Half craving for your looks profound
The bird keep pining
From the cage of bondage
Toward the boundless blue
Accumulates the dew
From your breath
Asking me to transcend
And blend with your smiles
For miles and miles
Into the infinite guile
To no end
I am afraid
In my head I lack courage
And come back
To the secured rice and potato
A chasm narrow
With no sky
This is I
April 2, 2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
Called to you from down here
Had to hear your voice
Thanked you for the love you gave
Loved you for your choice
One sleepless night
Drawn to the stars
Fiery flight of glory
Red beauty of mars
Delicate and eased
Character so bright
We were very pleased
On one sleepless night
Passion in approach
You presence all so near
You swooped down from the star lit sky
And flew away with my fear
Copyright © Jamie Spence | Year Posted 2015
A Robin’s Sounds
On, this bench I sat, wishing my situation was not
Everything seems wrong, within my path
I need a turnaround!, I need a turnaround!
Surrounded by trees, and an orange sun
Looking for answers before I move on
Lonely I sat, with a hurting heart
Silently weeping, as people go by
Between the leaves, I heard a wonderful sound
It was a robin, singing her melodies
I creeped to the spot, where, she was singing majestically
She saw me and wanted to get free
No, no, I am only here, to listen quietly
She flew high, not trusting me
Now, lonely I was, and lonely again
Wishing I could stay in that robbins's suspense
She lifted me to a place of tranquility
My mind was free, momentarily
Rapped, in the sounds, of the robin’s beauty
I trusted her sound, to rest my miseries
Back to reality, that brought me to this, bench
Copyright © myles home | Year Posted 2015
I imagined myself
One of the swallows
On the telephone pole wire
We will fly high
In the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
To my swallow friend
The same wind
Will take care of you and I
We will build our nest in the trees
Even as a bird
I will carry my heart on my sleeve
But the world
Couldn’t wash it away
Not a care in the world
Just when my next meal is going to be
Will it be a little high?
Or a little low
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2016
Off the perch with shame beneath,
A Twitted crow flies aloft.
Hoping spectrum, blues and reds,
Dreadful notions, ugly skin!
Bracken wings, rotten look,
Rocking black, freakish beak,
Squawking hard, aiming high,
Cracking sound, beating trees!
Nasty fight that broke his heart,
Thrown afar from family,
Roots unknown yet fallen prey,
Lost he was to mystery.
Spreading wings, beating firm,
Gazing sharp, locking claws,
Diving down, mighty strong,
Fighting back, lengthy dusk.
Copyright © Anees Rahman | Year Posted 2014