"birdsnest" poems - Hello Poetry

It's always going so slowly I’d make a snow angel But I’m afraid of the frost bite Want the sun to come down Make it all alright Is it alright? Is it okay? I heard a branch broke under you I know you’re a high climber One timing Two timer Watch yourself, little girl. I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly To get a couple feathers and fly I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly You broke your word You broke my neck I broke myself Tried to get you back I awoke in hell Know what satan said? Said "you're better off dead" So I knew I had to live. I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly To get a couple feathers and fly I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC

hooflip

Slowly

It's always going so slowly I’d make a snow angel But I’m afraid of the frost bite Want the sun to come down Make it all alright Is it alright? Is it okay? I heard a branch broke under you I know you’re a high climber One timing Two timer Watch yourself, little girl. I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly To get a couple feathers and fly I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly You broke your word You broke my neck I broke myself Tried to get you back I awoke in hell Know what satan said? Said "you're better off dead" So I knew I had to live. I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly To get a couple feathers and fly I broke into a birdsnest Why? To get a couple feathers and fly

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Sanctuary I twig, is a brick, is a home to a canary Foundation found in the mother of the bricks Neighborhood gossip, chirps and clicks. And the mileage, Flying highways horizons Followed by frigid winds, they migrate. And man, Stomping Furious and curious comes cutting down with chain and sound Foundations of, profound consistency. Bird song... Chirping blue in the melting landscape, Prevalent wingspan Feathers fall into shadows travels.

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Apr 22, 2013

Apr 22, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC

hooflip

Birdsnest

Sanctuary I twig, is a brick, is a home to a canary Foundation found in the mother of the bricks Neighborhood gossip, chirps and clicks. And the mileage, Flying highways horizons Followed by frigid winds, they migrate. And man, Stomping Furious and curious comes cutting down with chain and sound Foundations of, profound consistency. Bird song... Chirping blue in the melting landscape, Prevalent wingspan Feathers fall into shadows travels.

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What a fool to be afraid of falling Asking for reassurance as though I needed more than response, a hand held, a kiss planted drunken nights and sober days "If love is not passionate, do not participate" What a fool to not have trust in yourself a foot hovering above a pool or Pacing thoughts trying to ride a skateboard Trust yourself, but do not trust him just yet but what a fool To be say it is as though I haven't fallen already 18 flights of stairs, each individual bump From every single height we have watched the world from The cliffsides of the Appalachians The 1800s towers of Bowman the landscapes that connect beach to sea, wondering when we'll reach over there An abandoned building east of the city enamoured in fluorescent light A skytop birdsnest of an arboretum from the back of old Reggie staring onto pavement in warm summer rain I fall from such great heights clamored on each step, I do not know if there is a bottom but I surely hope not

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC

kristeng9

Fool (Realism)

What a fool to be afraid of falling Asking for reassurance as though I needed more than response, a hand held, a kiss planted drunken nights and sober days "If love is not passionate, do not participate" What a fool to not have trust in yourself a foot hovering above a pool or Pacing thoughts trying to ride a skateboard Trust yourself, but do not trust him just yet but what a fool To be say it is as though I haven't fallen already 18 flights of stairs, each individual bump From every single height we have watched the world from The cliffsides of the Appalachians The 1800s towers of Bowman the landscapes that connect beach to sea, wondering when we'll reach over there An abandoned building east of the city enamoured in fluorescent light A skytop birdsnest of an arboretum from the back of old Reggie staring onto pavement in warm summer rain I fall from such great heights clamored on each step, I do not know if there is a bottom but I surely hope not

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