' i wished i could fly that high.' envying the flies and then she sigh Wings started to grow, tried to give it a throw, wings flapped, thud as she lift, as her wings were clipped. She clipped her faerie wings and cried because it would define her as an ordinary creature, no longer wondrous and magnificent nor magical nor special She clipped her faerie wings and wished she could undo it for no amount of paring could turn her into common folk and something not contrary. The bird realized one day, her wings were not clipped her mind it made her feel like her wings were clipped, she had lost her hopefulness, and she just had to believe she could fly and then. I’m a butterfly in the rain / wings dripping with salty tears / i’m a firefly in the dark / possessing a glow so beautiful …
My wings are clipped and i cannot fly Wasted lives are here to stay No one remembers this little bird, whose wings they clipped and put in a cage If anyone ever takes pity on me, and allowed me to spread my wings I would want to fly above the mountains over the hills and beyond the meddows never to return to. Never cage a bird they have to be free to go where their instincts lead them
Forced to sing forced to dance for the approval of others it wears a hood to keep an unnatural calm to stave panic at bay Don’t bite the hand that feeds you or claw the voice. Hello i’m a young author i’m 13 and i wrote this poem to my best friend to reflect and show that i see her pain and that i love her endlessly and that i’ll always be there for her. Today i was visited by an angel with clipped wings I heard her settle next to me as i knelt and prayed hungry for lofty things When i finished i raised my eyes to face her questioning gaze
She asked, when you have been given all you need? This was not my best poem but i hope you enjoy it anyway.
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