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Nisa H Nov 2017
I wish to be a mockingbird

To imitate perfectly
singing at the sight
of a flicker of light- right on time

To amaze and never once fail
to carry a perfect tune
with just enough joy
harmonizing till noon

A melody already heard
yet new and unique

A master of imitation
an artist within
following a yellow streak

Every chime and song
is voiced peculiarly
not a hint of hesitation

Moving it’s body rhythmically  
it never doubts
For it knows which direction it shall go

I wish to be a mockingbird

To imitate so well
to be cherished
because I am
because I do
without fully being myself
Angela Rose Oct 2017
Ugh, how can one person be so enjoyable?
When I’m with you my jaw legitimately hurts because of how frequently and how hard you make me laugh
You’re one of the funniest people I have had the pleasure of spending time with
You allow me to be myself and you let me make fun of you and you don’t think I’m a *****
If that’s not compatibility, then I don’t know what is
You understand self-deprecating humor and you understand the words I use and you laugh at the same things I laugh at
You know…I don’t like old movies
I hate black and white movies, I think they’re stupid and pointless and so boring and they lack color, what the **** is that ****?
But I want to watch them with you
I hated To **** a Mockingbird, hated it
It’s one of your favorite old pieces of literature and you can quote Boo Radley, and I may hate the novel but the fact that you respect such a highly acclaimed work of literature makes me respect you
I would watch that **** movie with you 100 times just to make you smile
You’re really something great

I’m so sorry I let us wither away
Hans Dytian Feb 2016
Oh look!
A tree!
It's beautiful!
Nature!
Green!
The breeze blows!
Look at those leaves!
Look at the beauty of God's work!
The magnificence!
The wood!
The fruit!
The flower!
The knothole!
The...gum?
There's gum in the knothole?
There IS gum in the knothole!
Doublemint!
Pennies and figurines too!
Who would do such a nice act?
Oh...
Right...
Him...
The one hidden within.
He must really be misunderstood.
I wish we could meet him
So we would know the real him.
In memory of Harper Lee,  I wrote a poem inspired by her Pulitzer Prize winning novel "To **** a Mockingbird". R.I.P. Harper Lee
M Jun 2015
I think I am a mockingbird
I wait for others to react
So I can match them
If I spend so much time mimicking
*What is my real personality?
evildum Apr 2015
Assure your child she is
safe within the confines
of your embrace; tell her  she is
free from fright within the bounds
of your  sight. Convince her  that
a voice  as sweet as hers deserves
no other ears than yours;  let her
feel that to be  free, safe, and sweet she
needs no noise, she needs not
speak. Make her believe that
silence is the air she must
breathe; then show her your candor --
cut her tongue.
Jessica Kolb Feb 2015
I can never forget that first moment I saw you
after the six years of being away from you.
The moment I saw your silhouette
in the window,
I knew my life was forever changed.
The way the sun shined upon you
was like magic.
It was like seeing an angel.

There may be distance between us now,
but I just want you to know that I miss you very much.
You are the person I think of
when I go on morning walks.
You are the person I think of
when I see the sun peeking through the blinds.
You are the person I think of
when I hear a mocking bird outside my window.

It is you. It was always you.
Rhiannon Grace Jul 2014
sending me away
would be just like killing a
frightened mockingbird

sending me away
would destroy my innocence
swiftly afterwards

sending me away
would displace my faithful soul
-lonely deciever
my first poem made from haikus
Nicole and MJ Apr 2014
Mockingbird, in the tree,
will you spread your wings for me?
Will you sing and call and fly,
through the trees and to the sky,
soaring where none dare to go,
but the mockingbird happens to know,
the secrets to freedom,
the knowledge of life,
cutting the air,
sharp as a knife.
He closes his wings,
with their felt white tips,
as I put a finger to my lips.
The secrets and knowledge of life itself,
are better sought out by yourself,
but I will find out happily,
if you raise your wings for me.

— The End —