#uncaged - Hello Poetry

I scream over the banging and pounding I doubt you can hear me Throat raw and red with anger I throw my words at you like knives But they never reach you For my tongue is foreign Like a wild animal confined to a cage I wish I could break free To snap your neck And make you see This world is not as it seems These people are not real

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Jun 9, 2019

Jun 9, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC

DayDreamer037

Uncaged Mind

I scream over the banging and pounding I doubt you can hear me Throat raw and red with anger I throw my words at you like knives But they never reach you For my tongue is foreign Like a wild animal confined to a cage I wish I could break free To snap your neck And make you see This world is not as it seems These people are not real

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But I was a bird, and you should have known I’d fly away. I was not made to be caged, but you can watch me fly.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC

jowelle-mizero

Bird

But I was a bird, and you should have known I’d fly away. I was not made to be caged, but you can watch me fly.

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The first time I heard them I swear, I was to listening to the most beautiful choir in four-part harmony, swaying or angles wings rubbing, & perfectly, playing a common file instrument angled, such a unique sound symphonic & splendorous they are all around this free concert an offering of Mother Nature chiming at once uncaged, & calling on the ladies in perfect unison sounding like church telling one another of sunlit hours say the flowers fending off evil spirits allowing me to travel into the dark again leaping over obstacles, alerting me to danger, still in their silence I am protected by this harbinger of luck a most powerful portent, of coming things they sit silently in the quiet, like a copper cricket weathervane, as the poor man's thermometer spinning tales effortlessly, in the wind calmly watching over us a shivering in the night save you, are mine my Native American totem or God's Cricket Chorus foretelling of Sorrow of coming rains tomorrow ex-lovers and death a shrill creaking stridulating in song Oh, I fear that day, your music should go away please dear uncaged cricket choir I truly .... hope you'll stay. Cherie Nolan© 2016

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Sep 27, 2016

Sep 27, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC

Moi-Cherie

"The Uncaged Cricket Sings"

The first time I heard them I swear, I was to listening to the most beautiful choir in four-part harmony, swaying or angles wings rubbing, & perfectly, playing a common file instrument angled, such a unique sound symphonic & splendorous they are all around this free concert an offering of Mother Nature chiming at once uncaged, & calling on the ladies in perfect unison sounding like church telling one another of sunlit hours say the flowers fending off evil spirits allowing me to travel into the dark again leaping over obstacles, alerting me to danger, still in their silence I am protected by this harbinger of luck a most powerful portent, of coming things they sit silently in the quiet, like a copper cricket weathervane, as the poor man's thermometer spinning tales effortlessly, in the wind calmly watching over us a shivering in the night save you, are mine my Native American totem or God's Cricket Chorus foretelling of Sorrow of coming rains tomorrow ex-lovers and death a shrill creaking stridulating in song Oh, I fear that day, your music should go away please dear uncaged cricket choir I truly .... hope you'll stay. Cherie Nolan© 2016

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I walk the street,or travel in a bus, When I talk or I move,or even restrict myself to my groove You stare me down with that glare of yours You make me fall with that scowl of yours I am your daughter,I am your wife,I am your mother Every woman who goes through the plight But worry not,O hungry men! I rise.. And will keep rising Stare me however much I still will rise You revile me,beat me and bring me to dust You reprimand me with your words and the way you make me work I am your wife,your servant or the page boy who runs for every errand I am the beggar who clings to you for alms I am the street dog injured by your harms But worry not,O unthinking human heart! I rise.. And will keep rising Higher than the skies I still will rise Chained and fettered,by your iron shackles You pull at my wrist with a freedom you burgled And with bullets that on me you showered You scorn me with your hatred You trod me as if I'm dust I am a slave,I am a Jew I am a fat man and I am black too But worry not still,O discriminating fool! I rise.. And will keep rising To infinity and to forever I still will rise And rise will I Above your rebuking glares Brighter than the lights Till my halo makes you blind..

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Aug 3, 2016

Aug 3, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC

rupal-akanksha

I rise....

I walk the street,or travel in a bus, When I talk or I move,or even restrict myself to my groove You stare me down with that glare of yours You make me fall with that scowl of yours I am your daughter,I am your wife,I am your mother Every woman who goes through the plight But worry not,O hungry men! I rise.. And will keep rising Stare me however much I still will rise You revile me,beat me and bring me to dust You reprimand me with your words and the way you make me work I am your wife,your servant or the page boy who runs for every errand I am the beggar who clings to you for alms I am the street dog injured by your harms But worry not,O unthinking human heart! I rise.. And will keep rising Higher than the skies I still will rise Chained and fettered,by your iron shackles You pull at my wrist with a freedom you burgled And with bullets that on me you showered You scorn me with your hatred You trod me as if I'm dust I am a slave,I am a Jew I am a fat man and I am black too But worry not still,O discriminating fool! I rise.. And will keep rising To infinity and to forever I still will rise And rise will I Above your rebuking glares Brighter than the lights Till my halo makes you blind..

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Unleashed She is finally freed from her cage Her flight feathers grew back Her wingspan impressive like the dawn of a new day Flighted, and ready She takes to the sky An eruption of beauty Never to be seen again.

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC

RhetoricalCuriosity

Flighted

Unleashed She is finally freed from her cage Her flight feathers grew back Her wingspan impressive like the dawn of a new day Flighted, and ready She takes to the sky An eruption of beauty Never to be seen again.

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Through cage's cracks I peeped and saw and dreamt As time on balloons tied swiftly on my wrists A Cheshire smile worshiping dreamer's street Into the wild, I walk stirred and filled with cheated blood the greed to bleed and feel Mad convulsing desires; I am death. I am reborn. I am free. High on tall structures Amongst others Floating mechanically in the air, the broken bird is finally uncaged.

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC

leo-letters

Uncaged

Through cage's cracks I peeped and saw and dreamt As time on balloons tied swiftly on my wrists A Cheshire smile worshiping dreamer's street Into the wild, I walk stirred and filled with cheated blood the greed to bleed and feel Mad convulsing desires; I am death. I am reborn. I am free. High on tall structures Amongst others Floating mechanically in the air, the broken bird is finally uncaged.

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My mind is abuzz, Like a hummingbird does. It can't be still, And it was my will To make everything so, Because how will I know The outer limits of my essence Without spiritual lessons? Self-taught, fear not, Happiness is sought Through a curious burn. The lessons I learn From engaging my mind, Is that I am not blind To tuning into frequencies, And avoiding delinquencies With each new experience, Learning to control delerience. My inner being thirsts For a gift labeled a curse. I want to break these chains, Be more than insane. I want to be free To be the real me. Every great individual Has ideas that are sensational. So say what you will, I will have these spiritual spills, That shakes where I dwell, And brings me out of my shell. I have the right to engage With my mind, uncaged. Hummingbirds die If they are caged inside.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC

amy-bells

Hummingbird

My mind is abuzz, Like a hummingbird does. It can't be still, And it was my will To make everything so, Because how will I know The outer limits of my essence Without spiritual lessons? Self-taught, fear not, Happiness is sought Through a curious burn. The lessons I learn From engaging my mind, Is that I am not blind To tuning into frequencies, And avoiding delinquencies With each new experience, Learning to control delerience. My inner being thirsts For a gift labeled a curse. I want to break these chains, Be more than insane. I want to be free To be the real me. Every great individual Has ideas that are sensational. So say what you will, I will have these spiritual spills, That shakes where I dwell, And brings me out of my shell. I have the right to engage With my mind, uncaged. Hummingbirds die If they are caged inside.

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Escaping from the cage That's kept her in so long She tiptoes cautiously Feet on the ground After what seems like forever. Getting used to it She starts running Stiff, creaking joints Oiled by the fresh air, in a way. Dancing, prancing, Flowing gracefully Like the wind. She starts Flying Free.

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May 1, 2014

May 1, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC

ccjisawesome

Uncaged

Escaping from the cage That's kept her in so long She tiptoes cautiously Feet on the ground After what seems like forever. Getting used to it She starts running Stiff, creaking joints Oiled by the fresh air, in a way. Dancing, prancing, Flowing gracefully Like the wind. She starts Flying Free.

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