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Betty 1d
Larks don't need parks

They need ploughed fields and waving grain

If they are to remain

They soar and sing of joy unbound

But they are rarely found
Skylarks are becoming rare
In this murky sand of fury my breath sank
Behold the birds fluttering while Birdie's swirl,
God alone owns victory's pride seen perky and scraggly.

Neglecting my Nunu to wither in glomy pale
The saying like a gauzy year celebration in the North-east
At home chicken out were chicken s in mirth
Where do I pelt in this abyss of religious wealth?
Mau mau combing God crest
They have cursed the sea and churn out desert

Putting me to race like a griming wave worshipping Sirocco
If we children were to blame for our father fro,
The magpie won't puke the corpulent cordite eating our corns
Leah puke to the incurious birds preen their horns
Who would smirk at this defiolating bird dance?

Is Haram in the cradence of my price?
Now refusing the bride to see the priest baptizing monks
On to vandalizing faith of 300 Chibok virgins.
Dapchi was in no story a better take
Who cares if tomorrow light would be a friend.

Tell the birds our home is gleeful with apprehension
If they can't fly then let us cry and try
Let our sweet sweat slump with honor
Will your camps and aids price my bride?
Father come and reap your bounty harvest of shame.
The poem depicts and portray the agony of one of the 300 Chibok girls that were kidnapped by Boko Haram. She blames the Nigerian government and felt the Nigerian armed forces have failed her,thus refered to them as "chickens". She also refered to them as birdies , meaning children of the government that are weak and not well equipped to protect her.
nighttime phantoms of birds swoop low through the breeze,
greeting bats with sweet melodies and mingling in the trees.
not only do their songs tingle the ears of few,
but they are gone with the moon and the mid-morning dew.
misty nights and mornings are so perfect. ever since i started working the morning shift that starts at 6am, i can really appreciate the sunrise
Aleka 2d
I’m awake,
Once again,
By the touch,
Of the wind in my skin
In this new month of April

The flowers blossom,
Their colors mesmerize me,
Every tone,
Every shade,
They captivate me.

I contemplate the plants, with a scent of bitter-sweetness,
While some bloom,
And others wither,
In an endless cycle.

The fauna and flora,
Announce once again,
With their songs, dances and colors,
The sunrise of spring,
In this new month of April.

After the dreadful silence of winter,
I can hear the sweet singing of the birds
And the sound,
Of the wind dancing with the leaves:
A spring melody...

I observe these creatures,
So graceful, yet so fragile.
They swing through the sky,
Synchronizing their movements with the wind,
As if they were ballerinas.

At the end of this month of April,
I fall asleep,
Once again,
While these tiny singers,
Recite their lullaby.
This was an assignment I did last year, and I kind of liked how it turned out.
We had to do a poem about a word, and mine was April.
LLillis 2d
I find “the morning”
to be subjective- despite
what the birds may say.
Late nights means hopefully late mornings. The heat brings open windows and loud birds. They would like me to know it’s time to start the day. I would like them to know I hope there is an outdoor cat nearby.
Tjaard 6d
As swaths of life creep into the dozing sky
The cry of dawn cuts through the tranquil veil
The birds, as one, announce the nascent day
And praise the world that hasn’t yet awoken

Praise be given to the champions of the dawn
If not for them the new day may not come
And if it did I would cry a thousand tears
For the loss of my dearest escorts of the sun
Brisk early morning
Birds singing, serving up joy
An extra cup please
Ivy 7d
A bird's song is gently caressing my soul,
to the realm of freedom, it carries me whole ...
Up there, among the stars, in the beautiful sky
and inside, where our dreams, we cannot deny.
An impulse to sing with my heart felt alright.
With my heart and not words, with a child's delight.
A child wanting to play, to laugh, and to run,
to hysterically jump, and to just have more fun ...
Walking barefoot as to feel the fresh lawn
tickling his feet, first thing at dawn ...
A bird's song took me away and with it,
in the kingdom of beauty, I was joyfully greeted...
It was smelling of green, of bloom and of white ...
where everything blossomed, without any blight
I found myself sitting in a soft, fragrant meadow
with a fresh, streamy creek running fast, allegretto
I realized that this place seemingly made up
was all real, and true, and would only fade up.
It’s been sealed inside my happiest memories,
yet a random bird's song unlocked it with ease...
Enjoy! :)
When you are blushing and hiding yourself, your beauty is reflected by your thin dress.

you are bowing down your eyes, and my heart is beating .

your eyes are like lake in which i want to sink .

your lips like leaf of rose.

you are not less than moon , like everyone want to see moon , like that i want to see you again and again.

by coming in my arms and let remove the veneer of shyness

Get so immersed in me that one body is two lives.

I want to behold you every moment, do not blink my eyes, let me see your such a spirit
This Poem for newly married couple at First night ( golden night )

It's touching the heart
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