#bluebirds - Hello Poetry

Spring is here to stay For three months, hooray! More bluebirds are chanting More tulips are blooming More trees are growing And dusts are in the air. The weather is cool, not cold More houses are being sold More joggers run in the streets More retirees are warming the seats More athletes are at their meets And allergies are in the air. Spring is here to stay For a quarter of the year, hooray! Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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Mar 29, 2025

Mar 29, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

Spring Is Here. Hooray!

Spring is here to stay For three months, hooray! More bluebirds are chanting More tulips are blooming More trees are growing And dusts are in the air. The weather is cool, not cold More houses are being sold More joggers run in the streets More retirees are warming the seats More athletes are at their meets And allergies are in the air. Spring is here to stay For a quarter of the year, hooray! Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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She’s leaving soon and she’ll take my heart with her Care for it my dear, for it’s the only one I’ve got Drunken evenings spent on balconies Do you think I can fly? Maybe tonight I’ll take a swan dive Spread my arms and just soar “If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, Why, oh why can’t I?” It’s 2 AM and I’m dreaming of you Dreaming of what once was Nightmares, really, is what I guess you would call them Are you even alive? This empty bed is just a reminded of all that I’ve lost All that once was, never was, never will be Was I dreaming this whole time? Did I just barely awake? Were you even real? Maybe tonight I’ll sleep on the lawn; fall asleep under the stars Wake up drenched in the morning dew Maybe tonight I’ll drink myself stupid Pass out on the kitchen floor Maybe tonight I’ll actually fall asleep Maybe I won’t dream anymore

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC

aj-bell

Descending

She’s leaving soon and she’ll take my heart with her Care for it my dear, for it’s the only one I’ve got Drunken evenings spent on balconies Do you think I can fly? Maybe tonight I’ll take a swan dive Spread my arms and just soar “If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, Why, oh why can’t I?” It’s 2 AM and I’m dreaming of you Dreaming of what once was Nightmares, really, is what I guess you would call them Are you even alive? This empty bed is just a reminded of all that I’ve lost All that once was, never was, never will be Was I dreaming this whole time? Did I just barely awake? Were you even real? Maybe tonight I’ll sleep on the lawn; fall asleep under the stars Wake up drenched in the morning dew Maybe tonight I’ll drink myself stupid Pass out on the kitchen floor Maybe tonight I’ll actually fall asleep Maybe I won’t dream anymore

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There are bluebirds flying all around Inside my head And I am reminded that tomorrow, I may not hold your hand again and I may never feel your teeth sink Into my skin, again *and wasn't that supposed to be a good thing?* I'm left cleaning up the scraps, the mess we leave behind Like it's my responsibility to carry your heartbreak, too. *wasn't it supposed to be good when I was with you?* I read somewhere *This is where you fire your musket, and this is where you fall and die* but I've fired my musket-heart and I haven't fallen and I'm still dying for you to look me in the eye Like you still mean it; Like there isn't some line in the sand you have drawn arbitrarily to measure what has been inside my heart When you never cared to ask. Love, those bluebirds are making it hard to see through all their Pulsing wings, But in their eclipse, I'm finding a ring of light.

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Dec 8, 2015

Dec 8, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC

erin-atkinson

a solar or lunar eclipse

There are bluebirds flying all around Inside my head And I am reminded that tomorrow, I may not hold your hand again and I may never feel your teeth sink Into my skin, again *and wasn't that supposed to be a good thing?* I'm left cleaning up the scraps, the mess we leave behind Like it's my responsibility to carry your heartbreak, too. *wasn't it supposed to be good when I was with you?* I read somewhere *This is where you fire your musket, and this is where you fall and die* but I've fired my musket-heart and I haven't fallen and I'm still dying for you to look me in the eye Like you still mean it; Like there isn't some line in the sand you have drawn arbitrarily to measure what has been inside my heart When you never cared to ask. Love, those bluebirds are making it hard to see through all their Pulsing wings, But in their eclipse, I'm finding a ring of light.

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