#birdies
There is a kind of silence
That takes my breath away
In the precious moment
Of a brand new day
The Birdies sing
And my heart sings along
Together - Together
Love is our song
Yes I love to greet the morning
Beyond the stars and dreams
See the clouds of darkness
Slowly disappear
The Peek-a-boo
A surprise to see
The new day - new day
Thrills me
The new day - new day
Thrills me
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
DLR
16.11.2025
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
I cup you in my hands
and imagine
that the size of your heart
is that of a fingernail;
Sometimes I worry
my love for you is so great
that it will crush you.
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 7:18 PM UTC
Life is full of little birdies
Whispering here and there
They sing and dance and flutter about
Overly eager to share
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Little fireflies flowing through the wind,
Twirling, swirling all the way in,
Through seep settled fog,
And a brief counter bog,
They shine a temporary light,
That makes the night seem bright;
Little butterflies flowing through the wind,
Up and down, and up and down they go flying in,
Bringing nectar to flowers and a show for others,
They go on and never bring bothers,
Instead they give the gift of colors,
To show the world the true making of their collars;
Little birdies flowing through the wind,
Twisting and turning through the passage of the bend,
They do not pay mind to the watching souls,
They rather bring joy to the newborn foals,
This proves their life has power,
Never do they have to show their cower;
Little gifts of life flowing through the wind,
Plowing through the sunny sky out of their whim,
Providing their bodies as a source of show,
Continuing their flights for the peoples bow,
Filling themselves with joyful laughter,
That we shall not bring to shatter.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
Hearing all the birds
singing so loudly over
this peace and quiet
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Eeyore the Dr. Ignorant,
Winnie the Pooh, ambulant,
On a walk in the woods,
Are they up to no good?
Winnie does say,
In his happiest way,
"Buzz, Buzz, buzz,
I wonder where the birdies was?
Whoops, in my eye, birdie's blip!
I guess that's what you call a gift! "
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
I peer out of a window frame located somewhere in my house
And to my surprise find little birdies finding breakfast in my yard.
A take to them instantly,
Watching them,
Because last night was especially hard for me
And this was the most calming thing I would ever see.
I stand there for about five minutes or more, enjoying every second.
And then I wonder; what if humans could be like birdies?
Think about it, the birdies have absolute freedom.
They aren't lead by herds or democracies, only flocks.
And those flocks come together and make peace
To get a common goal fulfilled.
They may fly off into the distance
The wind running through their feathery wings
And the best part is
Once they leave, they don't have to come back.
They fend for themselves
And do things how they like
Without being ridiculed by anyone else every moment.
They are naturally beautiful creatures
And have spunky tempers,
But are still stunning in both ways
Nonetheless.
As I peer out of the window in that room, I get upset.
Oh how I wish I was as brave and as wonderful as these creatures.
Because I have always wanted to find my own sanctuary in this world like them.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
In the morning the birds sing.
I may be yellow, I may be blue,
because for me it’s all or nothing.
“Que dramatico!”, that is so true.
“Siendo feliz es una opcion!”
No Mama, I think it’s more complicated.
I can’t get happy, it’s part of ‘mi condicion’,
And my only retreat is to get faded.
Down stairs is like Lucha Libre with you and dad,
I’d rather stay in my canopy.
Who does “IRL” anymore? Online is so rad.
“Solo quiero sonreir.”
Birds can fly; be free overseas.
Asi que me fui.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
petals stretch anew
as robins bathe in blossom
seasons new beauty
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC