Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Birds don’t sing Until a breeze takes to a branch Noise becomes sound becomes song becomes music Harmony coexists with rhythm In tune with naturality If art was accidental Science would be fall under history & reasoning would be fact When the Earth shakes do you blame the ground Or do you huddle under a table What can you do, but wait for an argument of anger to subside Pray to belief & sit in your body Or close your eyes Life ends when sound stops & also begins Music is meant to be created more so than heard It’s better to be selfish Than secretive & greedy Ownership is structure Rhythm is novel until it becomes pattern What is prediction but Empty Expecting Satisfaction can never replace fulfillment One day I’ll be vegetarian My love of birds becomes shameful Once my abdomen starts Its music
0
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 8:26 AM UTC
Melodic noises make music, but still not song
Birds don’t sing Until a breeze takes to a branch Noise becomes sound becomes song becomes music Harmony coexists with rhythm In tune with naturality If art was accidental Science would be fall under history & reasoning would be fact When the Earth shakes do you blame the ground Or do you huddle under a table What can you do, but wait for an argument of anger to subside Pray to belief & sit in your body Or close your eyes Life ends when sound stops & also begins Music is meant to be created more so than heard It’s better to be selfish Than secretive & greedy Ownership is structure Rhythm is novel until it becomes pattern What is prediction but Empty Expecting Satisfaction can never replace fulfillment One day I’ll be vegetarian My love of birds becomes shameful Once my abdomen starts Its music
Tv girl mention lol, I love birds and am really trying to be vegetarian but I’m very iron deficient so it’s hard, one day
KSL333
Written by
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 8:26 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem