Little Bird

by Thomas   Oct 19, 2012


Tender little bird
fallen of nest
still half blind
subject to stress.

Still immature wings,
simply no escape
No strong beliefs,
toy of fate.

Let me hold
your shivering feathers.
Give you love,
feed the soul.

Make you strong,
build you up.
Carry you firm
to the top.

At that instant
you will fly.
Start your quest.
Conquer bright sky.

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  • 11 years ago

    by L

    We all need help from someone at some point in our lives that can helps grow up just as that little bird so that we can stand on our own then fly into the world.

    This was well written, I love your piece because they are short and they get straight into the point.

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    I, too, think it would benefit your poem if it was split into stanzas. Just my opinion, though.

    I always like your life pieces, they always have such a great meaning behind them. Helping others become independent is what I get from this one... helping someone who is weak and make them strong enough to stand on their own too feet and learn to fly again.

    Great piece.

  • 11 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    Loved the flow of this piece. I do wish however it was split into stanzas as I feel it would bring more depth and emotion to the poem. But overall, well written.

    - Joe

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