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Angel, Cherub, Little Bird...
Angel, cherub, little bird
How beautiful all three…
Angel, cherub, little bird
So innocent… so free.
Angel, cherub, little bird
What is it that you see?
A world of peace? Of happiness?
Complete disharmony?
I ask this of you little bird
When perched high in your tree
Is all you see so wonderful
That you would like to be,
A part of this great world of ours
Under hypocratic reign
Where freedom is but only
A luxury as yet unattained
To be fought and won
With scarce avail until our days are done.
When the hand of fate does then step in
And another journey is begun.
And what of all our innocents?
For they do not exist
At least not after tender-age
When the dark-side of humanity restricts,
Consuming childish ignorance
Replacing it with greed.
With indifference, stupidity
Blinding dishonesty.
O little ones, do you see this?
Do you weep and wail for us?
Do you wish that we could be like you
And let innocence prevail?
Or do you care not either way
Of what we do or say?
Is life up there not quite as simple
As you do perhaps portray?
Oh sometimes, little, little bird
I wish that I were you
To see what you have seen
And fly where you have flown.
Angel, cherub, little bird
I envy you, all three
Perhaps one day I’ll be with you
And stand where you have stood.
beautiful
Your poem is astounding. At the beginning its carefree and child-like but as you read more you see the depth in it. Keep on writing, you are a wonderful poet!
I love the beautiful words in this poem, which are thought provoking. Those "questions" and also the repetition of "Angel, cherub, little bird" in the first, second and last stanza, made the poem great. Keep up the good work and take care.
Thank you for reading and commenting on one of my poems! This is outstanding. Very sweet with a lovley rythym...and yet such powerful and profound thoughts within! Excellent!
I was hoping to just stop by, critique something, and get out. Then, I read this poem. It had a childlike brilliance to it, and I thought how great it must be to be so versatile, and still be 19 years old. I dont have that versatility, I write about what I know from personal experiences, but this just flowed on a page and it made me passionate about writing again. Thank you for coming to experience my writing. I thank you for giving me a reason to write with passion again. God has blessed me with a gift that I can now use again.
God bless the brokenhearted...
Smilesz.
Hi there Essie...
Thank u for popping by my hall.
Well, here i am, in yours.
I like this seemingly childlike yet evocative piece.
U start off with a simple flow and rhyme, but gets more depth especially in the middle stanza.
NIce ending too, smilesz.
And yes, all of these three portray so much warmth and innocence.
Smilesz.
I am off to read more from u, now.
Very vivid imagery, with a slight tragic twist. I like your clever and smooth rhymes, and the rhythm is.. well... rhythmic! Excellent poem.