Blue bird,blue bird
How high can you fly?
Can you reach the end the blue sky?
Blue bird, blue bird
How sweet is your song?
Can it reach the top of a mountain peak so high?
Blue bird, blue bird
How beautiful are your feathers?
Can you charm fish out of water and
Dare flowers to bloom
Blue bird, blue bird
How glorious you are
Blue bird
About the Creator
Erica v
i started writing poetry two years ago i had so much emotions built up that a had to get it out show people who i am. so this is me
The Block Mayor
Like every warm day, Terrence is finishing this day on his L-shaped porch, sipping whisky from a dented flask. Cars pass by slowly, and he watches young women pushing babies in strollers; he hears the neighbors’ arguments and knows which have a regular income and those who are unemployed. Terrence is the self-appointed block mayor, laying judgment on his fellow folk.
By Andrea Corwin a day ago in Fiction
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