My interest in poetry first started to show itself when I was in middle school. We were required to make a complete book of all the poetry we did in that unit. And ever since that day, I grew to love poems. I'll keep this thread updated time to time and hopefully you enjoy them!
Also, I'm a beginner when it comes to writing in general as well as poetry so please go easy on me and any constructive criticism is accepted!
Also, just wanted to shout it out there that I'm willing to take requests so if you have one, just simply copy and paste the form below and pool it in!
Poem Requests:
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Table Of Contents
The Lone Bird -Post 1
Stripped Away-Post 3
Call of the Wild (Short Poem)-Post 6
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The Lone Bird
Let me know what you think of it and what could be improved on.
Thanks for reading it!
Also, I'm a beginner when it comes to writing in general as well as poetry so please go easy on me and any constructive criticism is accepted!
Also, just wanted to shout it out there that I'm willing to take requests so if you have one, just simply copy and paste the form below and pool it in!
Poem Requests:
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Table Of Contents
The Lone Bird -Post 1
Stripped Away-Post 3
Call of the Wild (Short Poem)-Post 6
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The Lone Bird
The Lone Bird
In a busy city with cars honking,
people were roaming about the streets,
full of activity.
A baby, blue bird chirps for his mother,
but drowned out by the screeches of the city.
The bird was an island locked away,
despair were crushing jaws gnawing away in him.
Day and night had he cried out,
but not a single trace for his mother.
His spirit was a broken twig that will never be nursed.
All he needs is a little lift,
the broken wing mended,
the loneliness driven away.
The bright, colors of life coursing through him.
Rain pounded hard on the tree he nested,
huddled together,
the lone bird grew sentimental,
he remembered the warm feathers,
closing in on him,
the beak that once nuzzled him.
making him squeal in laughter.
That soft look he so missed,
now missing as he stared down the puddle down the ground,
his face only half,
his tears splashing the puddle.
No one came to his aid,
no one heard his cry of help,
the lone bird alone for so many days,
the void grew until it became unbearable,
there was nothing he could call anymore.
With one last pull of his strength,
his void took over,
falling to a deep sleep in his nest.
Dawn rose on,
fluttering of wings echoed,
the lone bird
once again with hope as a last resort,
pushed himself to his trembling feet,
and saw something he never expected,
his mother!
Tears flowed down as his dark void,
shattered to pieces,
the bright colors of life welling up again.
His mother wrapped her wings around him,
swinging him around,
swirling and twisting in the air,
the once lone bird squealed in laughter again,
just like he did when he was a hatchling,
the loneliness finally driven away.
people were roaming about the streets,
full of activity.
A baby, blue bird chirps for his mother,
but drowned out by the screeches of the city.
The bird was an island locked away,
despair were crushing jaws gnawing away in him.
Day and night had he cried out,
but not a single trace for his mother.
His spirit was a broken twig that will never be nursed.
All he needs is a little lift,
the broken wing mended,
the loneliness driven away.
The bright, colors of life coursing through him.
Rain pounded hard on the tree he nested,
huddled together,
the lone bird grew sentimental,
he remembered the warm feathers,
closing in on him,
the beak that once nuzzled him.
making him squeal in laughter.
That soft look he so missed,
now missing as he stared down the puddle down the ground,
his face only half,
his tears splashing the puddle.
No one came to his aid,
no one heard his cry of help,
the lone bird alone for so many days,
the void grew until it became unbearable,
there was nothing he could call anymore.
With one last pull of his strength,
his void took over,
falling to a deep sleep in his nest.
Dawn rose on,
fluttering of wings echoed,
the lone bird
once again with hope as a last resort,
pushed himself to his trembling feet,
and saw something he never expected,
his mother!
Tears flowed down as his dark void,
shattered to pieces,
the bright colors of life welling up again.
His mother wrapped her wings around him,
swinging him around,
swirling and twisting in the air,
the once lone bird squealed in laughter again,
just like he did when he was a hatchling,
the loneliness finally driven away.
Let me know what you think of it and what could be improved on.
Thanks for reading it!