Tags : Birds

Y

Y

A Poem by Number Six


In the middle of a manic episode, I came up with this... poem. It's quite the rattler.
Misty Mountain Hop Again & Up to the Top

Misty Mountain Hop Again & Up to the Top

A Poem by modtoddinc


Experience and Music Mythology collaborated into one expression of artistic interpretation.
a camellia grows

a camellia grows

A Poem by dan


spring may have finally arrived...do you wanna bet?
Spring

Spring

A Poem by AF1990


Birds, Bees, Flowers and Sun Spring has come, Gather light and warmth before it's gone. Flowers bloom The time has come Get out and..
Three days watching the Osprey.

Three days watching the Osprey.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


A fourth letter to a far away lover.
Ready for Takeoff

Ready for Takeoff

A Poem by Emily


This is a poem I wrote for a friend. He is a senior about to graduate in a month, and I wanted to write a short piece about the bittersweet and confus..
Sing Your Song, Fight Your Fight

Sing Your Song, Fight Your Fight

A Poem by Christian N. C.


To me, we all have a song to sing something only we can do, it should be shared with the world. We all have obstacles we can overcome we may need supp..
Built of Birds

Built of Birds

A Poem by timothyedward


I'm a monsterbuilt out of birdsyour body and heartare made out of wormsI pick apart youI fill you with colorlike a crayonheld in the hand of a childI ..
The Starlings Have to be Fed!

The Starlings Have to be Fed!

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


He’d go to the Square each afternoon And sit on a bench, near me, The one that stood in the shaded gloom Of a brooding maple tr..
Microstory 60: What the Birds Are Saying

Microstory 60: What the Birds Are Saying

A Story by Nick Fisherman


This is a microstory. You'll have to read it to find out what it's about.
Blue Jay

Blue Jay

A Story by EndlessHorizons


When all birds migrate he chooses not to.
Little bloodied Feathers

Little bloodied Feathers

A Poem by Lily


I swear I saw You in my dreams Bobbing your shy head in that roadside Cage And The Man who fed you crumbs- all day Showed me how to Kill you right...
In the still of the night...

In the still of the night...

A Poem by Empty Cup


Just some linking scenes of some birds, an existential crisis and danger. What more could you want?