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Details | Free verse |

Peregrine Falcon

Watching you atop your tower
for once
wishing not to be you
but to be the dove
on which you prey
to so honourably 
have you take my pain away
I turned
to set this thought to paper
when I looked back
you were gone
and I sank
so sad
to still be there.

Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Acrostic |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.

Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…

Copyright © Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |

Lonely Girl

Lonely Girl
wrapped tight in brown cloak, flashing Mona Lisa eyes - lonely lioness

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

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 |

Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime

If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Grey Bird

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 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
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

Details | Rhyme |

Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 

Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All

RIP Mama

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lanterne |

The Crow

      I'm smart
   I'm "The Crow"
    Black in color

          I cry
   "Caw! caw! caw!"
   I'm not well-liked:(

Date written and posted: 09/27/2016

Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

The Onyx Bird

The saddest thing I ever saw
Lay splattered on the floor
An onyx bird with feathers sprawled
I hoped he’d made heaven’s door.

Although his mangled body lay
Lifelessly on sad display.
Those who passed didn’t seem dismayed
But on the road he lay that day

His eyes had lost all their light
With his ability for flight.
And now he rests in god's great might
But still it is a saddened sight.

Do believe me when I say
That was not the tragic part.

Because faithfully at his side
There was a mournful chide,
While ruby blood stains dried.
Another onyx bird will bide.

Forevermore she’ll always long
For his beautiful melodic song.
Until in heaven where they belong
Both the onyx birds may soar like one.

Copyright © Rochelle-Mari Smith | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

big sad bird

Sorry mama bird
that I didn't know how to 
love ya like ya need

my heart is broken
with dreams that are not coming
true even across 

our small piece of town
sending to you whatever 
you need to be love

Copyright © kristi hayner | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |


Old Ozzie the owl has lost his twit a woo
Poor Ozzie doesn’t know what to do
He sits so solemnly in the gnarled oak tree
With his eyes shut tightly so he can’t see

He really doesn’t have a clue
Where he lost his twit a woo
An owl is considered to be a wise bird
But his twit a woo is no longer heard

His mates are worried about their friend
On his twit a woo they do depend
They miss old Ozzie’s familiar call
It was a warning sound for them all

They bring him meat and a tasty treat
And hope if Ozzie begins to eat
His voice may return and they will hear 
A loud twit a woo which his prey does fear

But their tasty food it doesn’t help
Old Ozzie lets out a pitiful yelp
At least he has a tiny voice
He would call out loudly if he had the choice

His wife says Ozzie we must find a cure for this
They bash beaks together in an owl like kiss
It’s time for the doctor Ozzie she says
And get you back to your twit a woo days

So off to the owl doctor Ozzie does fly
He’s very upset, you can guess the reason why
The doctor says he will take a look 
And writes a prescription in his little red book

Three times a day Ozzie must drink red wine
He likes this medicine it tastes so divine
His twit a woo returns like magic
Ozzie is happy, his life no longertragic

So if you see Ozzie sitting in the tree
He’s now as happy as can be
His twit a woo you can hear at night
Its haunting noise may give you a fright


Written for Night Owl Contest Sponsored by Kelly Deschler
~awarded 3rd place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


Written March 26, 2013

Hey you way up there in the tree
Hiding away for none to see
No I don't know why you refuse to be
Why can't you just see what I've seen
Hey little mockingbird don't mock me
It's these mystical one-eyed dreams
Keeping me from tossing myself
Twenty thousand underneath the sea

I am what I am
I've gone too far to rescind
These wonderful twisted dreams
Where we're skipping stones by the stream
I know what I feel
Now you're even more real
All I know is how to weep
With the birds lulling me fast asleep

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
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 
of joy.
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 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
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 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
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 
brown eyes
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

Details | I do not know? |

Survival of the fittest

Survival of the fittest

A bird on a branch, reflecting on existence;
Realizing everything it thought it knew about mortality,
Was really just how to show its own ignorance.
No possibility of death as it rides upon the wind so free;
Flying so high above the land,
That nothing could bring this day to an end 
And there is still so much more to see.

An idea of creation so profound that it seemed the only truth,
But all it knew has come apart 
And it has lost faith in all that which it views.
Everything has changed in the blink of an eye
And a stitch in time is not saving; it is slipping and sliding,
As the bird falls down from way up on high.

The friend it saw only yesterday has disappeared from its mind’s eye.
Gone in a second of time, its wings no longer flap
And the rotting flesh is more or less a piece of magpie pie.
Gone from its sight; no conversation in the morning light.
No dawn chorus, no warning; no more soaring.
Just a ghost of a life that has passed it by.

Eaten alive by the cat in the night;
The bird that no longer sings is no longer spotted flying high.
For that is that; it has no goodbyes, 
So the bird rises from its branch and flies, 
Up into in the great blue sky.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |


You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon become.

I stroked this woman 
now bent back to foetus pose.
Once sworled to shell, 
wrapped inside myself,
Now boned to carcass stick.

I wanted to hold one more time,
my child, 
frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast.
But my sparrow turned and smiled,
a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell.
Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies,
Now pecked to ochre stalks.

The pitiful bird pained to move.
Mucous mouth clacked open wide
To receive some lasting morsel of life.
Only its beady blue gaze 
flashed a soul of its former self, 
eyes to haunt the sea.
I swallowed back my tide of tears,  
waves of memory flooding sands of life we’d shared,
from fledgling dawn cry to this,
the final nesting box.

I wanted to stuff this cot with down 
of a million eider.
To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through. 
Pluck teal, goose, swan.
‘Who would have thought it would come to this?’ it croaked a laugh.
I matched smile with smile.
I held the tiny claw.
Desperate not to cling too much to pain, 
too much to past.

I wanted to wrap up this dying bird 
Limp, in my hanky.
White folded white, fold on fold.
Run through the streets
shouting at the world, at some unseen power.
She’s mine. She’s safe. Take me. 
What cruelty did I do?  
What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast
To hold this daughter dust in my arms?

Copyright © Laura Payne | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

A Motherless Little Bird

For he has no mother to provide the food,
a poor little bird pecks at drifting cloud and eats the pieces 
that bubbles up in the cloud as a mist to fill his empty stomach.

Fail to withstand midsummer’s burning heat
though the little bird’s wings were grown to cover 
the darkening nightly air,
alas, he couldn’t fly in the sky because his wings 
were grown from the piece of cloud, the only food he ever fed on,
and therefore, fell on the ground crying through the night agonizing. 

The little bird, though, has eyes, he couldn’t see a thing 
because he was blinded from the burning sunbeam 
that pierced through his eyes. 
He, now, is lying on the ground weeping 
through the night to drive his misery away 
oh, however, breathless.

The little bird once joyfully played with his siblings,
and pecking one another to show off their strength,
now, became a pebble by the riverside shore
because all his siblings though flew away
he failed to keep his small space, 

the space was, rather than his own choice, 
but was confined by the force, and though, he is now lying 
on the ground he really never left the nest, and therefore, 
he always an immature little bird.

For legend says that the Phoenix gathers ashes
from his remains that burnt in the furious fire
and soars in air to find his lost home, 

does the breathless little bird’s heart beat? 
or because lifelessness is another form of a life, 
the little bird sobs in the night from the piles of stones
flooded by the moonlight at the lifeless riverside shore. 

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Ode to Larry the Bird

Bright yellow feathers,
Deep black eyes.

A voice that could carry
Through the winds of time.

A sweet little fellow,
My friend for years and years.

I just can't help
But to shed my tears.

Much to soon you left me 
Here all alone.

You really helped
To make this house a home.

I knew you were in heaven
When I heard the Angels sing.

That screechy little voice
Was singing straight to me.

Please know that I love you
And I will not I forget.

The sweetest little friend,
I had for a pet.

Copyright © Sabreen Wolf | Year Posted 2006

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 |

Lost Bird

on a branch 
to some
it doesn't 
want to hear 
and lets in 
that stranger 
it doesn't 
want by the door
it only wishes
for some mellow
to carry it 
a better place.

Copyright © Rushda R | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Broken Heart Wing Bird

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Alone On Limb, So Scared
Lost The Skill To Fly
& Will To Live or Try
(Watch The Raindrops Cry)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
O' Have You Not Heard?
The Wind's Song Sung For You? ...
Across The Sky It Blew
(Lifting Higher Hopes Anew)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
ONE, Calling You Has Cared
Keeps You Safe From Harm
Caressed & Sheltered From The Storms
(Your Broken-Heart-Wing Form)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Be Not Dismal Nor Deterred
If On Harsh Land, You're Grounded
JAH Will Float You On Faith Well-Founded
(in Aerial-Miracles Heaven's Son Surmounted)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Beauty-Vision Be Not Blurred
If Confined To Empty-Nests
Take Twigs of Time To Conquer Tests
(and Let Broken-Heart-Wing Rest)

... Gain Strength, Wisdom & Wit
Eagle-Span, Horizon's Width
Let Beating In Breast Be Stirred
Get Better, Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
(GOD's Tree of Life For You Is Shared)

Stretch Your Feathers To The Sun
"Trust" Is A Light-Flight, Bidding "Come!"
and Love Is The Soaring, Wonder-Word
That Heals All Broken-Heart-Wing Birds
(Even From Death's Cages - We're Set Free & Spurred)

So Find Those Behind Dark Bars & Buried
Tell Aviaries Everywhere How You Were Carried!
Upon The Path - Straight & Narrow
Thru Your Single,  Sorrow-Arrow
(as A Broken-Heart-Wing Sparrow) ...

'Til The Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Could Soar Again - Superb! ...

             Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/08/2012 
                         by:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Sleepy Bird

Flustered feathers laying over a nest of twigs
Calm and at ease with the dance of the wind
Hair sways from every gust
Most would envy such a sight

A bird at rest
Seemingly forever at peace
Nothing disturbs her
And the leaves fall

The branch shakes
The nest is decaying 
But alas
So is the bird

Such beauty given
To a subtle and sad sight
An eternal rest
For an everlasting night

Copyright © Nathan Fehr | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sijo |

a bird sings with vomiting blood

Sijo 1

          it sounds sad and painful when/a little bird tears her heart
        because of the acute pain/sustained wound from piercing thorn
            she twists body in agony/and sings with vomiting blood

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

The bird

When I was a kid
I threw a stone at a bird
And it passed away!

Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

The Caged Bird

Four white walls
and a bird,
trapped in steel cage
not free, not happy.
The walls they laugh,
closing in, holding
the bird hostage.
No windows,
no doors,
just four white walls
closing in,
on the caged bird.

I hear crying,
tears of sorrow,
so sweet, yet so sour.
It is the bird
trapped in the rusted cage-
No, just my soul
crying out,
for a warm embrace.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Nightingale Wiothout a Tongue

have you ever heard a song 
sung pitifully by a tongue-less nightingale 
vomiting blood on a treetop bathed in the moonlight
the soft sound softer than the moonlight
the clear sound clearer than the early morning dew; 
even constantly chattering water pauses for a moment
to listen her enchanting song more attractive than the sirens’ 

she was once roaming around the sky above Leibethra at night,
she sang a requiem with her flawless clear voice 
calling and gathering to comfort the soul 
that was torn to pieces and dumped in a river, 

now she is trying to tell her bitter and resentful story,
and how her tongue was cut off but with her hoarse voice; 
it’s unintelligible like Cassandra’s prophesy, an entangled skein of thread never able to undo, it sounds hollow like an echo from mouth of a cave that can never be understood     

the nightingale’s low moan of despair
is the scar that never goes away, and when this scar
becomes a terrible pain. unbearable, the nightingale,
as if moonlight covering a passing cloud, flies away 
abandoning the branch

 Note. Nightingale: Philomela   

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Before I'm Laid To Rest

I can't be that happy heart
as others see me, my moods I conceal;
I hide everything that hurts,
cover it with shameless pretense 
and yet it's accepted by me.
This youth was short-lived, 
a hundred days seemed only one day,
brief loves consumed in daffodils fields
lasted a season, then died near winter.
They were birds in search of joy,
and when they finally found it...
they moved to another place 
more beautiful than the first one. 
O invasive desire, my tongue is dry;
a brook is in sight to quench this thirst!
O harmonious hills where canaries sing,  
watch me climb cliffs and reach Heaven:
nothing is lost to memory and time!
Have I changed to suit myself or others?
The more I try to change myself,
the less confident I feel inward and outward;
I should have remained that loving soul
with no grievances and no conflicts:
only with ambitions and aspirations.
Proud to say to all this is the real me:
humble, fair, courteous and meek.
I declare to all I can't be defeated
by anyone either by strength or belief.
I have exposed my faults and failures,
diverging from the road of deception... 
to embrace truth before I'm laid to rest.    


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

A Bird in a Cage

There is a little bird that sings sad songs in her tiny wicker cage,
Her prison is situated against the side of a cold flint napped wall,
My heart and my thoughts understand how miserable and alone she feels,
She dreams of her past times when she was free in a sweet June valley.

Remembering glittering waters, green buds take her back to happy days,
When blossom filled the boughs of pear trees and sweet hawthorn hedges,
Flying, landing among brand new leaves sipping cool dew in the mornings,
Grass full of sweetest flowers bluebells, swinging and ringing, all gone.

The caged bird remembers careless days and hates her captivity and cage,
When living in the woods was fun, so much to do good friends all around,
But she got caught and put in a cage she was not watching a sad mistake,
It swells her heart almost to bursting she lost her freedom one sunny day. 

A man sits on a wall listening to the birds sad songs he understands why,
He had been a prisoner for many years in a country miles across the sea,
So he creeps up to the cage and opens the door for the poor little bird,
Flying out she hoovers to the man as she tweets there is a tear in her eye.

Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2012

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The Bird

I watch the bird as it flutters by, 
I wish as a bird I too could fly,
To get away from the hurt and pain, 
To see up there what I can gain,
I'd like to see the world from up there, 
And never have to be worried scared, 
I wish I could be seen and heard, 
Just like that fluttering little bird!

Copyright © Amity Rodney | Year Posted 2005