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No Hope To Fly

My feathers are gone, no hope to fly
So many tethers, so here I will cry

My wings lay useless, broken and torn
Never to be free, so always I will mourn

I used to fly free, till terror struck
I fell to the ground, so here I am stuck

Amidst my pain, I feel nought but fright
In this eternal torture there is no light

Laying here waiting for death to come
To take me back to where I am from

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I'm a damsel in distress!

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  • Nam
    June 8, 2008
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    Melancholy. A nice poem that you have written here.

    -Nam


  • Dead Hair
    July 28, 2007

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    The poor angel! 'Take me back to where I am from.' I can feel her need and desire for nothing but to go HOME, and it really makes an impact.


  • The White Rabbit
    July 18, 2007

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    I've got a little story to tell that your poem reminded me of...
    One day a little parakeet was found perched on the fence next to my house. We are really into animals at my house and have 4 cats so we decided to take the little birdy in because it couldn't fly away. So we rbought it in and I fell in love with it. We bought it a specail cage and food and such. We always kept the door closed into the computer room where the bird lived. One day we came home to find the door open. There were feathers everywhere, and in the middle of my hallway lay my bird in pretty much pieces. I never forgave my cat for it alhtough I understand it was his instincts I still never forgave myself either for not checking the door to make sure it was closed. anyway your poem remdined me of how terrible I felt and of the pain the poor bird probally felt and such I could feel my heart and my wings being shattered and torn and It just physically hurt to read this poem. I could feel the pain you talked of which is awesome and terrible.. btu I think its awersome great job just awesome job with lvoe and giggles, the whtie rabbit


  • Beating gold member
    July 15, 2007

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    wow. I am loving the rhyming and rythm in this poem. It's just so good, and so constant. I guess you were inspired by the picture? It goes really well!