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Once I lived inside of you.
Your body was my first home.
I will miss you so much
When you go...
and I will be homesick
for the rest of my days.
As my mom’s life ebbs away, I am learning so much about love and time and pain. I have hope for both of our futures. I believe her spirit will always be with me, but the shelter of her arms will not. This is love and it is worth the pain.
Payton Feb 2021
She lay on the ground, dirt collecting on her bones and in her hair.
Feathers and twigs scatter around her as the raven builds its nest.
A gentle breeze stirs up leaves around her.
It never served her to have a heart of gold.
This poem was written in 2017.
I find that I am afraid
            yet you're the one who's flying.
The empty nest?  A cavern.
            No clue what to think; what to do.
How does one proceed?
            What's the point of crying or trying
                          to hold a heart that's flown . . .
And that's the trouble;
            your heart, my heart,
                          all the same if the truth is known.
But you're the one with wings
            and you scare me with your fledgling flight.
I will be ok, but right now,
            I am afraid of your height.
The baby of the family -- brave but  untried, untested, tied to  my heartstrings and leaving the nest.
Jenish Jul 2020
I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
I took it and flew back home
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
A cry of fury trembling hut,
I wonder why she made that fuss.
With a bit of twinge I shout,
“One I took, three with you!”
Still her rage in frenzy mood,
Crowd is fanning flames to grow,
In my nest it shine and rest,
Golden bangles shining lust.
Then I went back looking around,
To watch the jokers in a run,
But my eyes in surprise hunt,
The bustle of hut in deep slumber.
Oh! Again this gold will turn
me a golden queen of crows.
Another bangle on the rock,
I took it and flew back home.
What a foolish bird I’m!
Fallen on their tricky trap.
They found my nest and climbed up tree,
My two bangles went with them.
I am a true mighty warrior
Foaming lands of silver
My lack of gold
Doesn't hold me close
I choose my surroundings  
Open far and wide.
My wings take   me far and
Beyond .
To rivers
I see
I often known
For my virbrant colour's

I nest close to the ground
I am a protected specie
And I fight for my right
I am not to be hounded
Or taken
For granted
I am a rare we bird
Look after its brood
Next time you catch a glimpse of me
Smile from within.
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2020
So long there are a man and a woman
never give up our canary bird can fly  
rosy or not the nest in every morn nets a sunrise!
Jenish Jun 2020
on the wake of day
ah! I stir her hornet nest -
now longing sunset.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy Michael Burch

Some intuition of her despair
for her lost brood,
as though a lost fragment of song
torn from her flat breast,
touched me there . . .

I felt, unable to hear
through the bright glass,
the being within her melt
as her unseemly tirade
left a feather or two
adrift on the wind-ruffled air.

Where she will go,
how we all err,
why we all fear
for the lives of our children,
I cannot pretend to know.

Keywords/Tags: mother bird, brood, nest, chicks, fledglings, children, kids, song, despair, protection, protective mother

But, O!,
how the unappeased glare
of omnivorous sun
over crimson-flecked snow
makes me wish you were here.

Keywords/Tags: mother, bird, brood, nest, chicks, fledglings, children, song, despair, protective
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