Random Poems

Birds call

On an Island.
In an ocean.
There is a lonely bird.

A bird with radiant colors
That puts the peacock to shame,
And still, is yet to find another.

A bird that sings beautifully,
But only let's out a lonesome call.
It's voice cast over the entire
place like a thickening fog.

On a ship.
In a cage.
There is a lonely bird.

A bird with dull colors
That was left alone,
Never to have another.

A bird that sings beautifully,
And let's out a lovely call.
It's voice floating over the
Water like a sirens song.

On an island.
In an ocean.
A ship passed by.

From within a sound comes forth,
Mixing with the lonesome wails.
Pride, and sorrow clash as
The birds continue to sing.

On a ship.
In a cage.
An island passed by.

From it sounds come forth,
Mixing with the lovely call.
Pride, and sorrow clash as
The birds continue to sing.

In an ocean.
Two birds sing.
Their songs mixing.

The low wail rising,
The high call lowers,
Meeting in the middle.

With steady notes they call,
Intertwining voices lifting through the air as they continued their song.
A song to beautiful to imagine.

The boat passes by.
Coming once a week
To hear the voices collide.

The low wail rising,
The high call lowers,
Meeting in the middle.

With steady notes they call.
Intertwining voices lifting through the air as they continue their song.
A song to beautiful to imagine.