A wild bird

A wild bird

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die.

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                              A wild bird.



I saw the fear in her eyes.
She told me that "I love you.
I need you."

But I'm afraid.
Afraid of losing myself in a emotion
where I won't be able to escape.

A wild bird can't be captured.
A wild bird may forget the freedom it once had.
But in dreams will fly free and have no walls to lock them in.

I heard her crying at night.
She was swimming in a sweet love
and dreaming of flying away.
Twisting up her dreams and heart.

A wild bird will slowly die.
One day.
The wildness in the eyes of the wild bird will be gone.

She  quit talking of life and great dreams.
Her laughter  faded away.
Her spirit of life was lost in the gentle breezes.

I try to motivate my love.
I took her to the sea, the mountains and
we took long road trips.

I saw her blue eyes become sadder.
I used to see the blue sky in her eyes.
Now I saw sadness and tears.

I will set my wild bird free.
I will tell her to fly away to her hope and dreams.
I will tell her.
I will wait for you.

Somethings can't be held down.
Some dreams are so powerful.
They can kill your energy and joy of life.

I couldn't kill my beautiful lady.
I could not cage her in a love with walls and barriers.

I released her on a sunny day.
I took her to the airport.
I broke my heart.

I found a sort of peace for setting a spirit free to
wander the great world.

I knew when you set a wild bird free.
They would not  return.

                               Coyote
 



 

© 2011 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
A old poem. Youth is the greatest wine. Dance, sing and travel. Life is too short to work then died. Test the boundaries and live each day like it is your last.

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Outstanding poetry. A brilliant potrayal of a wild and adventrous soul. We see her through your eyes and her image couldn not be more perfect. It ends on a tragic note and I have started to feel that sorrow and lonliness is as much a part of love as happiness.
A wonderful poem. Great job! :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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Beautiful. Simple, straight and to the point. Love is doing what is best for the other person.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such sadness ~ but with wisdom, we cannot cage what needs to be free......even at cost to ourselves, and it takes great courage to let go when you love something so ....beautifully written with much emotion and depth, as always.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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