A poem I wrote out of inspiration from reading “”Caged Bird” by Maya Angelou.

A free bird flies on and on

But my dreams are forever gone

Can’t see past, my bars of rage

The days spent here are lonely days

I miss the time that I was free

I miss the time that I was me

Can’t understand, what’s going on

So I open my mouth to SCREAM

My screams are drowned out, by the empty night

The free bird wakes up, at first light

Stretches his wings and rides the wind

But I still sit here, without a friend

I want for a family

Yet, what exactly is a family?

I don’t understand, and I open my mouth to SCREAM

The free bird eats worms on the green grass lawn

But I’m tired of living, on and on

Everyday’s the same

Couldn’t get more lame

How long, how long? Will I ride downstream?

I still don’t know, So I open my mouth to SCREAM!

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Comments (15)
  • caribbean369 on Dec 10, 2011

    This is VERY good! :)

  • Yvhes P. on Dec 11, 2011

    Very nice post. You’re really good.

  • Aroosa Gloomy on Dec 11, 2011

    Looks like I’m the bird:(

  • scheng1 on Dec 12, 2011

    interesting

  • ittech on Dec 14, 2011

    Stretches his wings and rides the wind

    But I still sit here, without a friend

  • ittech on Dec 16, 2011

    My screams are drowned out, by the empty night
    The free bird wakes up, at first light thanks nice one.

  • Robin Harkey Dixon on Dec 16, 2011

    Maya Angelou is a favorite of mine. You honored her well with this one.

  • sunasia22 on Dec 18, 2011

    you’re a real poet…nice one..

  • indianwriting on Dec 19, 2011

    awesome…u have talent…keep writing. :)

  • Socorro Lawas on Dec 19, 2011

    Freedom: it is very precious.

  • Angelji on Dec 19, 2011

    Love this poem.

  • Kristie Claar on Dec 19, 2011

    Excellent! God Bless!

  • Angelji on Dec 19, 2011

    This is so nice…

  • janef on Dec 19, 2011

    That is a great poem. I like Maya Angelou’s work and have many of her books.

  • ashan1614 on Dec 19, 2011

    Sometimes, we are so used to being caged, that we don’t even recognize that we are free when the cage is opened. Venture out… when our minds are free, everything else follows.

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