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devdevil 5d
Some days are just healed by a warm gentle breeze,smell of flowers and song of birds
©devdevil -
questioning_life 1w
#ecstacy #shattered #illusion #sea #sun #sunset #cake #polluted #town #place #dead #mirakee #writersnetwork #birds #smoke #cobweb #trap #siren #song #catch #hunted
Ecstacy
A cobweb brushes against my face,
It's a dark town in a dead place,
It once was amazing ecstacy,
With fruitful cake and shining sea,
And flaming colours in the sky,
Rainbow creatures that don't lie,
And Birds that sing siren songs
And Suddenly it feels so wrong,
Poisoned cake and crashing sea,
Smoke polluting the ecstacy,
Dull colours hang in the air,
Nothing in this town plays fair
The cobweb fails to set it's trap,
Hoping to catch another chap.
©questioning_lifeEcstacy
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A cobweb brushes against my face,
It's a dark town in a dead place,
It once was amazing ecstacy,
With fruitful cake and shining sea,
And flaming colours in the sky,
Rainbow creatures that don't lie,
And Birds that sing siren songs
And Suddenly it feels so wrong,
Poisoned cake and crashing sea,
Smoke polluting the ecstacy,
Dull colours hang in the air,
Nothing in this town plays fair
The cobweb fails to set it's trap,
Hoping to catch another chap.
©questioning_life -
Sun
Bright is the sun
Warmth it brings
Heating us up
And the birds do sing
A sweet love song
They are cheerful
Chirping away
And we get an earful
©porcupine -
Dear Society,
Even though ' ,
Lemme fly into the sky, atleast lemme try.
Where I will never ever cry.
Where I can play with the happiness that I never met here with you in my entire life.
Where I can obliterate my dejected life.
Where I cannot hear the voices of consoling me with words of sympathy which reminds me that I'm not normal as you.
Where I cannot see the eyes of strange looks you threw.
©santhoshimmidisettystories -
aliza_samani 3w
आज़ाद कर
पिंजरा खोल आज़ाद कर उसे परवाज करने दे, वो अर्श का परिंदा है, तू फर्श पर छुपाया ना कर.
©aliza_samani -
Free birds do attract me ,
bcuz they can define me well..
©loneink -
Swans
There are birds
And there are swans
Elegant and graceful
A wonderful scene to see
On anybodys lawn
©porcupine -
a_gentilischi 4w
@writersnetwork Thank you ever so much. You made my day
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PAPER BIRD DREAMS
It's all very well
To dream colourful dreams
Of paper birds
Resplendent in different hues
Love
Cotton candy pink,
Success
Shimmering azure
Peace
Painted in dove white
Wealth
Blinding sharp gold, and
Fame
In royal purple
Picturing their beauty
As they hang from the roof of your life
Is the most exciting game
Each card that is drawn
More promising than the others
With their
"When I…"
"…I will"
"then I'll.."
"and they'll.."
"In the end…"
"In the end…"???
What happens in the end?
Those were wishful thoughts
As permeable as the smoke
Out of a burning cigarette
About to be snubbed.
But paper bird dreams don't work that way
Go on.
Touch the paper
Fresh from the store
No ware…
No tear…
No creases…
Fold it.
Again
And
Again
It's not as easy as you thought, is it?
Keep folding.
Smooth those ends.
Sharpen the creases.
And when the triumphant birds
Hang from your own ceiling
You'll see…
That the paper is wet
From your efforts' sweat
And that the paper birds shine.
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2021.03.21
Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
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#dreams #hopes #success #freedom
#paper #birds #crease #life #words
#thoughts #time #effort #wnreagent.
©a_gentilischi -
Words I would say...
Birds of a Prey,
Some Broken...
Some left Unspoken.
©good_soul -
raman_writes 5w
सूरज
सारा दिन परिंदों ने की आवारगी और शाम को घर लौट आये ।
एक उसके शहर में ना जाने क्यों कभी सूरज ढलता नहीं ।।
©raman_writes -
eashadas123 5w
अरे दोस्तों मुझे अकेला क्यों छोड़ दिया !?
ज़रा रुको, मैं भी आ रहा हूँ !
©eashadas123 -
I saw a girl today in her hand was a small cage in which there was a bird, the girl looks very delighted and the bird was silent. One's bondage is satisfaction for others. I can symbolise many things in this one simple scene, but at that very moment I get only one interpretation, the cage is a finitude boundary for a human as a bird, and the girl is infinity, nor we can understand the infinity nor she can understand us, all our chipping makes only one sound all our anguish to make sense to infinity is just a freak show, infinity is delighted in his ignorance makes a show of our and all we do is trying to make sense out of everything even from infinity, when we don't even know where our boundaries end, and what kept us in but we still seek a place in infinity heart and want of understanding her, so she understands us and we all will be free and one with everything.
©pinkfloyduwu -
mizeal 6w
Although I can't relate to a sentence given, but it still is the most beautiful lyrics I've come across.
Even if some of it won't make sense, I still like it.
#birds #writersnetworkBirds
We, like the flowers and the trees,
are pitiful,
for we can only extend upward towards the
sky.
We realize this when we look down once in a while,
but then again we look back up.
You look so sad in your sleep,
as if you are having a nightmare.
I'm right here, right by your side,
and I'm not going anywhere anymore.
How do I live without you?
Everyone looks at the sky.
They look up, and again look back down,
and they lament because they are unable
to find that blue sky they once saw in the past.
Switching between being free and being
selfish,
we have lived this far.
Under this night sky without even a single star,
unable to see my destination, I simply
wander about
There hasn't been anything scary at all,
just that there's nothing for me to protect.
Be it tomorrow or 10 years from now on,
I'm scared of what will happen then.
I need huggin' my sweet heart.
Everyone weeps at the sky.
They reach out their hands, and start
dreaming,
and they will forever protect
that blue sky they once saw in the past.
Although there are figures
soaring in the sky,
I no longer yearn for that kind of freedom.
Nobody is truly free;
that is not true freedom,
simply that there are no roads in the sky.
This midair space, otherwise known as "you",
oh please lock me in.
I'm not going anywhere anymore.
Please don't go anywhere anymore.
In the middle of the sky,
everyone is locked inside this cage called
"freedom".
All I need is you by my side,
and then in this sky I'll have no more need
for wings.
By
Yuya Matsushita -
siddharthajana 7w
Know I'm late....but took a long time to write...
@writersnetwork thank you for the repost .....made my day...
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@khola_hawa @writersnetworkAlluring albatross aflight in Athenian sea
Bustling buzzards banked in blissful bree
Cold crows camped in rainy cardiff
Diving doves descending in dewy dusseldorf
Elegant eagles eyeing eggs in Easter island
Flighty falcons frolicking in New Zealand
Gallinules gathering in grains of Giza
Hummingbirds harping in hopeful Hiroshima
Iagos idling in illuminated Ibiza
Joyful jacanas jumping in jostling Java
Kingly kingfishers keeling in kaleidoscopic Kyoto
Little larks landing in liberated Libya
Manakins meandering in magical Malta
Nighthawks nestling in nightly Nebraska
Hooty owls ogling in opulent Osaka
Pleaseful patridges perched in peaceful Panama
Quiescent quails singing in exemplary Qatar
Radiant robins roaming in rambunctious ranchester
Singing sandpipers striding in silent Sumatra
Tiny Tanagers tailing in tolerant Tahoma
Uhehes unfurling in unique Utah
Violetear vultures venturing in vast Vancouver
Witty wagtails wobbling in windy Washington
Xerothermic xenops flapping in xeric Xiangtan
Yappy yellowlegs yammering in youthful Yeovil
Zippy zapatas zigzaging in zestful Zurich
-siddharthajana -
FEVER-DREAMS/Megaphone-Myna
Last night I half-consciously weaved
A fever dream of a childhood stream
Of consciousness incorruptible,
Visible from afar,
Of hope not anchored to the next OMR,
Of love which was not a result of numbing negotiations,
Of past not held hostage to present persuasions,
Of summers passed with cheeks to the cold floor,
Of people who brought back lost me to the right door,
Of a Myna tied up with a megaphone,
Perched atop a yellow-topped auto gone
From this street to appear in the next,
Which cried of religion, and burnt Marionettes,
Which begged me to join the Harem,
Which begged me to lose Decorum,
Which begged me to scream and shout,
Which begged me to eat shit and sprouts,
Which begged me to lie and lie,
Which begged me to give it a try,
Which begged me (to stay safe and sound)
Which begged me ( not to make a sound)
Why did I ( make that sound)?
©aarwaii -
The evenings
The plot of dusk about to over lay
The blue skies fading its light
The chirping birds flying home
All of us biding the sun goodbye
-Drishty 🌸 -
bellemoon99 7w
#birds #pod #wod #writersnetwork #symbol
I feel myself rotting from the inside, each step is torture.
You fly in circles above me, smiling and hoping to see me die.
The insults grew inside like a poisonous plant, just as you planned, dear vulpture.
Oh! But you're not the only one with wings, I might be tired but I will try.
My black feathers will caress the starry vault once more, gentle like silk just brushing slightly.
I learned which faces damaged me, I will tear out their eyes. I learned who took care of me, I will prize them with the sky.Crow
I'll haunt you forevermore! That innocent dove is gone,
her scars and blood are my battle marks.
I had to learn and grow, so today, I'm a crow.
©bellemoon99 -
mariateresa 7w
If I was a bird
Taking flight in another form
A creature that soars high and eats only worms
Agility magicians of the air
Flying high upon the breeze with no worries or cares
Freedom to go any place that suits my fancy
Covered in an array of colorful feathers
Exploring nature as my only pleasure
Singing sweet songs every morning at dawn
Oh how life would be if I was a bird
©ladysag77 -
pallavi4 7w
Habitual Tranquility
The birds on the tree stretch their wings
To their friends bid a fond goodbye
We will meet again when the day is warm
And the sun lights up the sky
They flap and chirp and gather together
No point in flying alone
Go home we will and rest till morrow
For The sun to rest has gone home
The pond beside their beloved tree
Bears the lengthening shadows of eve
As the sun slowly disappears
So does all the chirping cease
The orange skies breathe their last
For the last time that day
Enveloping dark , embellished night skies
Come galloping to claim their prey
Half a day with starry lights
The night does ebb and flow
Reluctantly let go of their claimed fortress
As the sun awakens with a morning glow
Warmth slowly spreads its arms
Welcoming it's companions , the birds
Sunny heat warms their wings
And the sun smiles as they find , yet again... their perch
@pallavi4
22nd of February, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
Reposted from 2nd July, 2018
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