~LITTLE POEMS~
Published on Mar 29, 2019
HUMMINGBIRD
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The sound of your heart is a wave crashing against the shore, Catch your breath before it crawls into the wind, The sand sprawls, The sea calls, My heart falls, There's a whisper in the water, Whisper . . . .
Photo by Randall Ruiz
Fire bird
by ria
Follow your heart 'till it bleeds, You're free, Forget the past, Stamp out your misdeeds, like a fish in the sea, You're burning you're blazing your whole heart is shaking, Fly . . . Fire bird
Photo by Anna Popović
Hideaway, From the things that they say. My heart's already slayed, My feelings are bruised, I've got nothing to lose, I'll break away, like a wave! No one will ever find me, There's not a horizon on my bay, Hideaway . . .
Rainbow colors everywhere, sweet smelling smells fill the air, Every day all my troubles fly away, like a bird soaring past the clouds and butterflies, Oh, every day my worries are shooed away, like a buzzing fly! I climb a band of color to space The sun's like a burning fireplace Out of this world Beyond the human race Bands of color . . .
Photo by Bold Frontiers
Time changes, the world rearranges, but you seem to stay the same, There's clothing crazes,
Different fazes, But you never seem to change, And somehow, I don't know how, you always keep that same old smile on your face, you're so loving, absolutely bubbling, with positivity, you always seem to care, you never glare, you're just the same to me
Your laugh is sharp as a pitchfork, your spirits are high as the empire state building in New York! Sometimes I hear it but you don't realize, your screams are as loud as the titanic when it capsized!
Photo by Emiliano Bar
Where the wind goes nobody knows, when she stops blowing where next is she going? To catch balloons that escape from little hands, or to hot places where people want to be fanned? Sometimes I look up and see her in the sky, I wave to her, but she just passes by. She gives the lost balloons to the angels with love, so they can catch a ride to the heavens above. I wonder, I wonder, Where the wind blows . . . . Where the wind goes . . . .
Photo by polandeze
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