Little Bird Told Me

Little Bird Told Me

A Poem by sri

 

Little Bird Told Me


One day a little bird spoke to me

of a gift that comes from a resume

he said little me be ready for a ray of joy

to be gurgled fast down ahoy


Today little bird shouts to me

from a sturdy branch of the cork tree

be strong for what’s to come and conquer

of what you fear of your taker

 

 

Yesterday little bird whispered to me

that it is time to let my baby be

fly, grow and nurture love in sorrow

live heartily of the happy mellow

 

 

Someday little bird will breathe to me

from across the balmy south china sea

my dream will be to come and take me

forever lost in that degree.

 

© 2012 sri


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Excellent write :))

Posted 11 Years Ago


Powerful stuff, sri.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Little bird, little bird. Its amazing what we can hear, if only we take a few moments to listen. I love the symbolism and the metaphores. The flow is amazing.

N. Strong

Posted 12 Years Ago


Lovely! It's just simply beautiful!

Posted 12 Years Ago


cute simple beautifal:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yeah a little bird told me .. like how you embroider on the theme.

Posted 12 Years Ago


If a poem can ever be Cute, this one definately is

Posted 12 Years Ago


this poem is vute and nice to read becuse it conveys a lovely little story and is really easy to uderstand x It's deep and meaningful but still light in a way-loved it xxx

Posted 12 Years Ago


I enjoy the story in this poem. Those little birds know many secrets. I like the use of birds who whisper stories of fear and love. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


I thought it was kinda cute in a way :3 I really like it

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Montreal, Quebec, Canada



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