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*GRIPING BIRD*
If voice were visible; this would beautiful petals,
Falling like rain on the shade of my room,
Her voice awakes my every morning,
With beautiful sight of her on my window ledge.
Before I leave my, I'll listen to her complaint,
Craving of her mother's dream of her to fly,
High above the sky on fledge able wing,
Of her to flap her wings with others in the sky.
Bird of nothingness craving umptiness.
This chirping bird won't stop singing in pain.
Her love to fly is high above mountain everst.
What could she have done, if she has wings?
Griping bird waning to fly and ascend the sky
To feel the breeze beneath her wing.
Ever bird is born to fly; but not every bird is born with wing,
What's her beauty without the wings?
*GRIPING BIRD*
If voice were visible; this would beautiful petals,
Falling like rain on the shade of my room,
Her voice awakes my every morning,
With beautiful sight of her on my window ledge.
Before I leave my, I'll listen to her complaint,
Craving of her mother's dream of her to fly,
High above the sky on fledge able wing,
Of her to flap her wings with others in the sky.
Bird of nothingness craving umptiness.
This chirping bird won't stop singing in pain.
Her love to fly is high above mountain everst.
What could she have done, if she has wings?
Griping bird waning to fly and ascend the sky
To feel the breeze beneath her wing.
Ever bird is born to fly; but not every bird is born with wing,
What's her beauty without the wings?
#review #emywrites #poetry
Isolated Bird
If voices were visible; this would be a beautiful rose petal,
That glimmers like diamond as sunlight spills down from above.
Her voice awakes me every morning,
With a beautiful view of her through my window ledge.
Her soul is encaged; her heart is frozen.
Numbing painless pain with her feathers.
Her heart beats so fast like the Jazz beat,
Of her wings afraid of flapping in the air.
Before I leave my room, I'll listen to her complaint,
Craving of her mother's dream of her to fly,
High above the sky on fledge able wings,
Flapping her wings with others in the sky.
What happened to the tied wings?
Cease flying or afraid of the breeze;
Wailing like ebb and flow of the sea.
Or the edge of slivering gold in the sky.
Bird of nothingness craving umptiness.
This chirping bird won't stop singing in pain.
Her love to fly is high above mountain Everest.
What could she have done, if she has wings?
Why shivering in silence?
Sitting at the edge of despair on my window ledge,
Waiting and watching the inch step of an ant.
Looking so shattered like a heart broken glass.
Griping bird wanting to fly and ascend the sky
To feel the breeze beneath her wings.
Every bird is born to fly; but not every bird is born with wing,
What's her beauty without the wings?
But her estrangement brings me joy and comfort,
Her voice of loneliness heard to distant hill.
Joy of her melodious voice on her wings clipped,
Singing for freedom on her feet tied.
Dear bird! The sky blue symbolizes the calm color of your skin,
The cloud whiteness typify the innocence of your heart,
The stars glimmering represent the shining beauty of your voice,
Allow the feather of hope perches in your soul.
Isolated Bird
If voices were visible; this would be a beautiful rose petal,
That glimmers like diamond as sunlight spills down from above.
Her voice awakes me every morning,
With a beautiful view of her through my window ledge.
Her soul is encaged; her heart is frozen.
Numbing painless pain with her feathers.
Her heart beats so fast like the Jazz beat,
Of her wings afraid of flapping in the air.
Before I leave my room, I'll listen to her complaint,
Craving of her mother's dream of her to fly,
High above the sky on fledge able wings,
Flapping her wings with others in the sky.
What happened to the tied wings?
Cease flying or afraid of the breeze;
Wailing like ebb and flow of the sea.
Or the edge of slivering gold in the sky.
Bird of nothingness craving umptiness.
This chirping bird won't stop singing in pain.
Her love to fly is high above mountain Everest.
What could she have done, if she has wings?
Why shivering in silence?
Sitting at the edge of despair on my window ledge,
Waiting and watching the inch step of an ant.
Looking so shattered like a heart broken glass.
Griping bird wanting to fly and ascend the sky
To feel the breeze beneath her wings.
Every bird is born to fly; but not every bird is born with wing,
What's her beauty without the wings?
But her estrangement brings me joy and comfort,
Her voice of loneliness heard to distant hill.
Joy of her melodious voice on her wings clipped,
Singing for freedom on her feet tied.
Dear bird! The sky blue symbolizes the calm color of your skin,
The cloud whiteness typify the innocence of your heart,
The stars glimmering represent the shining beauty of your voice,
Allow the feather of hope perches in your soul.
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TALES_OF_RAPING_DREAM
It was a dark moon night; I heard a spatted sound of footsteps behind my back,
Frightfully, I muttered like a hungry thunder waiting for rain,
My heart beated hastily like a heart of a running cheetah,
I walked slowly along the muderous bush like a snail,
Unknowingly, I experienced the severe phase of my womanhood.
It all happened on an awful day, within few minutes he withered my watered rose,
He plugged my long kept flower and made me prideless,
For five minutes he enjoyed like a mating crow, but for years is a sanity I can’t endure,
Now my soft hearts is now a clay under the sun.
The ball socket of my roll in the shadow of his sight,
I felt his tight hand viciously over my mouth,
That moment the word silence became a sound.
Fiercely, he yanked off my cloth like a paper,
And, grip my waist ferociously like hound dolphin,
He told me to keep shut and tied my hand up tight.
He injected me with his filth prong and pushed and shifted harder and harder,
And I felt throbbing pain of a knife,
He felt heaven whilst I felt hell,
He poured his slippery assemblage sin of dirt in me,
All I feel now is boiling blood running through my veins.
I need a wiper that can stop the flowing tears of eternity.
I need a stiches to the widely open door of pains.
I need a drug to cure the stabbing pain of disgrace.
And dive me in a deep sea of love that will fade the memories.
TALES_OF_RAPING_DREAM
It was a dark moon night; I heard a spatted sound of footsteps behind my back,
Frightfully, I muttered like a hungry thunder waiting for rain,
My heart beated hastily like a heart of a running cheetah,
I walked slowly along the muderous bush like a snail,
Unknowingly, I experienced the severe phase of my womanhood.
It all happened on an awful day, within few minutes he withered my watered rose,
He plugged my long kept flower and made me prideless,
For five minutes he enjoyed like a mating crow, but for years is a sanity I can’t endure,
Now my soft hearts is now a clay under the sun.
The ball socket of my roll in the shadow of his sight,
I felt his tight hand viciously over my mouth,
That moment the word silence became a sound.
Fiercely, he yanked off my cloth like a paper,
And, grip my waist ferociously like hound dolphin,
He told me to keep shut and tied my hand up tight.
He injected me with his filth prong and pushed and shifted harder and harder,
And I felt throbbing pain of a knife,
He felt heaven whilst I felt hell,
He poured his slippery assemblage sin of dirt in me,
All I feel now is boiling blood running through my veins.
I need a wiper that can stop the flowing tears of eternity.
I need a stiches to the widely open door of pains.
I need a drug to cure the stabbing pain of disgrace.
And dive me in a deep sea of love that will fade the memories.
#review #emywrites #poetry
A brilliant light illuminating my blank room,
Just like the reflection of sunshine in a dark room.
A gardener of my childhood garden,
Who wetted my flowers to glooming colors like the rainbow.
A true friend that ignited the fire in me
A divine key sent from God to unlock the gate of my knowledge.
A second mother or father that takes care of me with guidance and protection.
An eternal guide that teaches to make who I am.
A Shepard that prevents its sheep from harm.
A bird with no wings that teaches how to fly,
With untiring and devoted ability, with commitment and headache.
A brilliant light illuminating my blank room,
Just like the reflection of sunshine in a dark room.
A gardener of my childhood garden,
Who wetted my flowers to glooming colors like the rainbow.
A true friend that ignited the fire in me
A divine key sent from God to unlock the gate of my knowledge.
A second mother or father that takes care of me with guidance and protection.
An eternal guide that teaches to make who I am.
A Shepard that prevents its sheep from harm.
A bird with no wings that teaches how to fly,
With untiring and devoted ability, with commitment and headache.