The bluebird sings
It’s time for me to go
But they’ve cut my wings
And I can’t fly home
In a burrow of my sins
In my worries and doubts
The bluebird sits
And watches my freak outs
He waits and waits
Why, he must have waited a hundred dates
A hundred years
To see my tears
In this lovely conundrum
Of white noise and fear
When one from
The conundrum
Is finally here
I wait and wait
For you my dear
For my lifeline
My savior
For you are not the one I fear
For it is she
The one I see
However not you
For it is just me
The bluebird sings
A song of great sadness
I jump off the edge
Into the blackness
And in the blackness
I found a crow
After all there was not blackness
Just snow
The bluebird had stopped
The world was at peace
And it began to rain
You were there beside me
And as time passed and you were well beyond my years
As I feel we both agree
That as life begins
We are only two in a flock of geese
But in all the madness
You are my glue
And I promise you, one day
We’ll get our wings back and fly away
Points:
Time spent:
IP address:
Canary word: Present
Possible AI signals:
Original Text:
Are you sure you want to delete this comment? This cannot be undone.
Mark this comment as a review? Points will be awarded to the poster.
Your comment was posted, but it wasn’t long enough to count as a review. Reviews need about four complete sentences (at least 250 characters). Try writing another review that explains your thoughts in more detail — the author will appreciate it, and you’ll earn points for it.
141,687 Literary Works • 675,575 Reviews
Hello!
So, at first, this poem made me feel cold. Just the first stanza alone made me stop and go, "Oh.. wow...". That's how much it impacted me. It's beautifully cold. It's chilling in the best way possible.
The way it leads just makes sorrow and grief fill the soul. At least, that's what it did for me, because I search for emotion in poetry. This is filled with it. It's a gold mine of that sad feeling you get when you lose someone you love. It's covered in the feeling of being lost. It's bittersweet. If this had a taste, it would be bittersweet.
It holds that feeling of hurt, but soft. It does. I enjoyed reading this a lot. It's such a heavy feeling that this holds. It's amazing. Kudos to you, dear poet.
~Taost
This poem is beautiful, haunting, and deeply introspective. It captures the themes of longing, struggle, and hope in a profound way. The recurring bluebird is a striking symbol of resilience and sadness, while the transformation from blackness to snow suggests an unexpected discovery of beauty and peace amidst despair.
The poem’s structure mirrors the speaker’s journey—starting with despair, moving through introspection and fear, and ending with hope and connection. The imagery of birds—bluebird, crow, geese—is both grounding and uplifting, symbolizing freedom, togetherness, and eventual liberation.