1. Bluebird
Famous Poem
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
Everybody cries sometimes, and if you don't you should. Crying is a natural way of letting go of pent up emotions. It is sad fact that many children are shamed for crying. Adults who are led to believe that crying is not OK may repress their feeling of sadness. Emotions that are not allowed to release tend to leak out in other areas of their lives. The ability to express our emotions whether alone or in communication to others is necessary for a happy life.
Famous Poem
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
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Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
I lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
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I come when pain
Becomes too much to take.
I come when you're sad,
Or your heart starts to break.
This poem is well written and beautiful. I just became a member on this site and your poem is one of the first ones I read. What a great way to start.
I'm not scared of anything.
I wish my lie were true.
I don't want help,
I don't need anything from you!
man I'm about to cry that's really touching
Forgive me if I cry
But there is nothing else to do
If only God could have warned me
That my life would be without you
I saw my brother cry today.
He seemed five years old
It did not seem to me that he was six feet tall.
He lost a thing he treasured,
I love this. I am going to the army, and I hear my brother cry at night. Sometimes he begs me not to go, but I want to help people, and this is how I want to do it. I just feel bad. I do not...
The darkness surrounds me.
It's getting so cold.
I'm all alone
With no one to hold.
Amy,
Don't feel bad. I had the same thing that has happened to me as well. I have always been picked on and teased my whole life. I would come home from school crying almost every day...
I lay in bed alone at night and wonder why I'm here.
I do so much for everyone.
Why don't they show they care?
I met this girl who said she loved me,
I've asked myself and others the same thing. Why am I here? I put on so many disguises that I didn't know who I was. I have tried many time to commit suicide, and the last time I attempted it...
Getting left behind
Not being loved
No one understanding
No one caring
I understand what you say, and I want to say that I am going through the same thing this poem is about. Always being left behind by another, fearing that you are never good enough...so I am...
Do we cry to heal ourselves?
Do we cry simply to shed a tear?
Is it because we just can?
Or because that certain person isn't here?
Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.
You're definitely not alone in your suffering. Like you, I was abused by my stepfather and an uncle and have struggled daily to deal with the pain. I was in the third grade when mine started...
Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could've sworn you were crying,
But when you went to wipe tears away there was nothing there?
Going through life empty,
All I have to say is that I really feel blessed to be able to feel it all. I am so grateful to G-d that I have the strength to care about things when I have a LOT of pain stored inside of my...
The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.
I'm writing this because I am sad, down, and I scuffed my pride. Have you ever loved somebody, even though they did you wrong a million times? Sometimes it is better to hurt than be hurt,...
Clouds of thunder, pouring rain,
The hurt I feel, the throbbing pain.
Droplets trickling down my face.
Shall rain give me this one embrace?
The description of the hostile environment reflects the suffering human soul. That is the beauty of this short poem.
Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,
My escape to freedom denied
All alone in the black abyss, tell me how it's led to this. I keep on smiling day by day, hoping suddenly the pain will go away. With bloodshot eyes, I turn to see you with someone that...
Like an apple that has fallen from our tree,
my soul is rotting and I've taken you down with me.
Deep in the emotions of my misery
are the feelings that cannot ever seem to be set free.
My heart felt what is shouldn't.
It gave when it couldn't,
Believed in many things
When I wouldn't.
I get so mad at my mother. She doesn't understand me. She tells that I am fat and slapped me a couple of times. I am chubby. I am 12 years old, 5' 3.5" and I weight about 135 pounds. So yes,...
I'm crying my eyes out,
But no one can see,
Because it's deep,
Deep inside of me.