Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	10-June 21:14:08 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 71162 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Little White Bird [time] => 2004-11-11 21:45:12 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I feel you hate everyone because you seem to imply it,
Though I know if I asked you, you try to deny.

You probably just go without reason or rhyme,
To just live your life in your given time.

People really adore and love you too,
You accept the fact but shun what they do.

Out of everyone that loves you because of what they see,
You’d choose one person, which happened to be me.

At that time I saw a little white bird,
As if my prayers had been answered and I had finally been heard.

I also loved you as I watched you alone,
Then you chose me for a reason unknown.

Soon I was liked, because I was yours.
And said to be lucky for walking your floors.

People would tell us we were meant to be,
And after hearing this I finally felt free.

We’d walk through the crowds, with locked arms and a smile.
And I knew that our love would last for a while.

But when we were alone, back in our home.

You’d no longer give me that loving grin,
Instead you treat me like I were a sin.

Now, when I touched you, you’d jump away confused.
As if my touch had made you bruised.

And now I’m sorry that I did not see,
That I’m only here for you to use me.

Now I see.

We’re really not in love.
And I think since then I’ve lost site of my dove.
[comments] => 4 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 22 [informant] => n0body [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

Little White Bird

Contributed by n0body on Thursday, 11th November 2004 @ 09:45:12 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

I feel you hate everyone because you seem to imply it,
Though I know if I asked you, you try to deny.

You probably just go without reason or rhyme,
To just live your life in your given time.

People really adore and love you too,
You accept the fact but shun what they do.

Out of everyone that loves you because of what they see,
You’d choose one person, which happened to be me.

At that time I saw a little white bird,
As if my prayers had been answered and I had finally been heard.

I also loved you as I watched you alone,
Then you chose me for a reason unknown.

Soon I was liked, because I was yours.
And said to be lucky for walking your floors.

People would tell us we were meant to be,
And after hearing this I finally felt free.

We’d walk through the crowds, with locked arms and a smile.
And I knew that our love would last for a while.

But when we were alone, back in our home.

You’d no longer give me that loving grin,
Instead you treat me like I were a sin.

Now, when I touched you, you’d jump away confused.
As if my touch had made you bruised.

And now I’m sorry that I did not see,
That I’m only here for you to use me.

Now I see.

We’re really not in love.
And I think since then I’ve lost site of my dove.

Copyright Â© n0body ... [ 2004-11-11 21:45:12]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Little White Bird (User Rating: 1 )
by DesperateSoul on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 06:45:05 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Great write!! Keep Posting!!

Re: Little White Bird (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent_Storm on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 07:21:08 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I liked this one, San, especially the imagery and comparison you used with the little while bird.

Re: Little White Bird (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 13th January 2005 @ 07:49:51 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

This is sad and so touching. Sweet write. Blessings.

Re: Little White Bird (User Rating: 1 )
by jeannoh on Thursday, 17th February 2005 @ 08:41:30 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I really enjoyed this poem
very clear in messege
good flow
great rhyming
very emotional
thank you

Jeannoh

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com