We're two feathers from the same bird,
Kasey Shores
Kasey Shores
Apr 22      Apr 22

We're two feathers from the same bird,
tail and wing.
You can't tell when we're floating together
Which fell first, and which followed
Or even
What happened to the bird.
All we know is that some young thing will grip us in his tiny hands,
Pick us up from the dirty ground
And hold us together in-between two pudgy fingers
Imagining he can fly because of us.

#love   #fallen   #young   #birds   #fell   #children   #flight   #tail   #feathers   #wing  
With out feathers birds could not fly.
Emma Langley
Emma Langley
Oct 26, 2012

Almost sad
But like a backbone the shaft holds it all together
The small filaments with hooks,
Holding on to each other like best friends,
Looking for support.
Because with out them loving each other,
And holding on tightly like a web of tightly woven fabric.
The birds would be cold, wet and miserable.
With out feathers birds could not fly.
This to would make them sad,
not being able to feel the wind on their faces.
The wind rustling their feathers.
Birds need feathers to make them beautiful,
With their iridescent colours feathers make birds beautiful.
With out feathers birds would be nothing.

and all the feathers fall
Reece AJ Chambers
Reece AJ Chambers
Jan 14, 2013

Above our heads
is one giant pillow fight,
froth-like rectangles
that bump,
and all the feathers fall
from the white sky,
each one drifting
with thousands of others
to the cold ground
for death.

Written: January 2013.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time.
the way I do with feathers.
Tyler Loeslein
Tyler Loeslein
Jan 31, 2013

I wish I were a bird
so that every time
that I left part of me behind
someone, a stranger even,
would pick it up
and examine it,
appreciating the beauty of it,
the way I do with feathers.

feathers so beautiful
Dominique U

I find
feathers so beautiful
I guess
it's because they are so light
That sense of lightness
Makes them so pretty
That sense of lightness...
I envy

#beautiful   #light   #sense   #envy   #feather  
From where feathers fell out of my wings
Keith Johnsen

You told me once
"People who attempt suicide
Are just angels trying to go home."
That would explain all the pinpricks on my arms
From where feathers fell out of my wings
And the way you made me feel like I didnt belong
And although I've kept trying
I don't know how I can make it home
When you've torn out so many of my feathers

together, we're like feathers.
Jun 18

together, we're like feathers.
we will go where the wind
takes us, we have no destination
or purpose, we are light
and fleeting
and flittering in the silver sun.
without you, I am heavier,
like a rock, like an island.
I don't know how to fly
without you;
but at least when you're gone
I can find some solid ground.

a bird
with wings
so strong
would ever
lock herself
in a cage
then sing
her wishes
and longing
for freedom

I often wonder

“warming your feathers
K D Kilker
K D Kilker
Apr 19, 2013

Stalking your cage
in circumscribe—
I notice your door
gleams ajar in the light.
“You’ve been out again,”
I reprimand,
“warming your feathers
in the sun of a man
who will take you for granted;
they don’t understand
what I’d do for you.”
(Hinges scream shut,
alarmed by the cue.
Globular black eyes,
twin pin-pricks of tar
stare at me, unblinking;
This has gone too far.
I’d squeeze them right out
of your birdie head—
my heart was your marble;
it’s my turn, instead.)
But the impulse is nil,
a mellow chill.
I would never do that
of my own true will—
And the use of this cage,
I now clearly see
Is to keep monsters like you
from monsters like me.

and with feathers
Lauren Poxton
Lauren Poxton
Oct 2, 2010

When you're not here with me
my hollow heart is begging you
to replace the space
with warmth,
and with feathers
and I will just be forever.

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