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Ivy May 2020
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
Aditya Roy May 2020
Say you can be my lover
Do we deserve this
Staying together
But so far away

I am all dressed up
Standing in the hallway
You ask me if I am done
My head is in a sway


I cry and make up
I know we can make it
We two have to whisper
Let me go

Can you stay this summer
Is this the last beautiful summer
My heart sings like a mockingbird
For you, without flight in a cage

If I call
Catch me
You know
I cannot fly without you

Before I fall
If you have a choice
I can make the most of
Let me know

I will be the best, that choice is yours
Let me tell you
I will leave you
By midnight, near the rear window

When your heart is aching
I will stay close
No more
As I cannot trust your broken wings

So that I don't break
Everytime you cry
I just laugh
And die trying to stay

It is stupid and crazy
Just like a mockingbird
Singing in the morning
Trying to harmonize us in a way

In our last summer
Asking us to stay
This way
We can fly, my mind's finally in a sway
A song I wrote.
Mrs Timetable May 2020
I wished to paint
The brown birds
Outside
The color
Of our son’s blue eyes
Inside
To my amuse
Which part did
I disabuse
The part were you can
Wish
Colors on birds
Or that we have
A son
And his eyes are
Blue
BLT challenge word of the day “disabuse”.  Sorry it’s so exiguous
Keiya Tasire May 2020
During this mornings climb
Up the hill behind the cabin
Gently walking on a blanket of moss
across the forest floor
Softly caressing the soles of my feet.
New growth sprouting up through the moss
Orchids, Oregon grapes, lupine, and fiddlehead ferns
Rocks and trees wearing
Robes of yellow, green, and light grey lichens.
The water clinging to their tender leaves.
Boughs of the cedar, douglas fir, maple, and mountain ash
Droplets sounding
A song as they kiss the earth.
In the limbs of the trees dance the
Robins, blue jays, chickadees and sparrows
With beautiful resound
The forest greets the morning sun .
The air feels fresh clean
On the breath, in and out
As Coco and Habibie scurry to and fro
up the trail to the old wooden sauna.
It is so beautiful here.
Stroking soft fur,
Purring and purring
Sitting our own little slice of heaven.
A morning walk up the hill for fresh air, listening to life and enjoying the morning sun through the trees. I love our morning walks up the hill behind our house.
Bullet May 2020
I’m looking at life as a sphere
The easel escapes what’s boxed in

These eyes all have their own view
These squares just try to mirror

The birds keep calling my name
The soul in me just ignores

Imagine them as squirrels
Easy but never to ****

The flowers I’ve been growing
Show that the soil is the one that’s really richer

A masterpiece is all I’ll ever chase
Until then I’ll reach for the skies that color all around
Chloe DeAngelis May 2020
What a chill touch
Madame Morning has,
But what lovely chords struck by my muse: the robin, or, the effervescent chickadee!
And look, over by the birch tree,
A charcoal fox prances in dappled light,
While raven wing darts between a delicate line of sight.
What fervor portrayed in the trembling day!
What majesty!
How subtle is the music sung by broken silence,
How divine!
For within the beating chest of the Morn’ there lies a precious balance,
Between those that sleep, the precarious quiet, and-
The gentle sun, praising the awakened chickadee!
The brave amber breasted robin!
They sing for me amongst budding greens, and rest upon a window sill,
Reminding me once again:
Mine lady of the woods
has beauty wherever one may look!
I woke up this morning to bird song, a fox outside, and the sun on my face- it was so pleasant I had to write about it. You never know how much you missed birds until they leave for the winter!
old willow May 2020
Opening the window, I watch the bird depart
With a heart.
They say distant heart tend towards like places,
Yet my heart drifts with no traces of paces.
When the heart drifts,
So does the spirits.
Travelling a thousand miles,
I hope it finds its replies.
Alan S Jeeves May 2020
A tiny tawny torso
With tiny tawny eyes.
In tiny tawny cautious flows
The tiny tawny flies.

A tiny tawny heartbeat
With tiny tawny pace;
A tiny tawny look upon
A tiny tawny face.

Tiny tawny feathers
Of tiny tawny brown.
Tiny tawny eyebrows make
A tiny tawny frown.

A tiny tawny tinted breast
So tiny tawny cute.
A tiny tawny voice to call
A tiny tawny hoot

Two tiny tawny wingtips
For tiny tawny flight
The tiny tender tawny owl
Takes off into the night.

                            ASJ
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