Glue Me

I am a bird
Fiery red are my wings
Majestic as they tear through air

Clip them

Clip them
Before they challenge
The height
Of haughtiness

Clip them and drain

Drain away the fiery red
And put my wings to dry
In the dying embers of the sun
As it takes a lunge at the sea

I am a bird
Or a bird I was

Wingless

Now I scrape the earth

Shiver

Shiver along with me
As I gasp my last breaths

Give me back my wings
Let me wash them in blood

I am a bird
Give me back my freedom

But if you are to clip my wings
Then do so with love…

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Even in love. Never clip the wings. The energy and drive of the desire would be lost. If you stole the freedom to fly and think freely. They would be dead. I like the poem. Using the bird made the point strong and understandable. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Emma Eden Ramos]

Gorgeous use of language!

[Teri B]

We can't eat our cake and have it, eh? Or, the grass is always greener on the other side. The reality is that we are created to be who we are, no more, no less, and to try to change that is to bring pain and torment into our lives.

[Dove]

complex imagery, i sense emotion in this piece but its very good. This poem is just beautiful.

[Jupiter Jazz]

Splendid imagery.
"I am a bird
Give me back my freedom"
I like that... alot

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

This is such a sad poem. Very well-written and emotional, but sad.

[Raquisha]

Such a beautiful poem, great job

[marissa]

i love the beautiful imagery in this poem, great work!
thanks for reviewing my writing!

[Marie Harrison]

Interesting title for your poem
I loved it!
I love the freedom wings
gives our bird friends.
Loved the message your
poem gives.