Writing Prompt

I’ve been penned through winters and longed for June.

Wished for days that showed up as noons.

Crossed my heart and prayed under plenty full moons.

I know why the caged bird sings.

I’ve extended my wings, brutally blocked by the cage.

Then I did it again, each sting soothed my engulfing rage.

And again and again, nearly breaking a chain.

I know why the caged bird sings.

When I transferred the...

I am a bird,

But I am not free.

I sing every word.

I am not happy.

Some will say

I am doing great.

My heart is on a tray

For you to change.

Once, I loved to dance.

Now, I only sing.

If only I had a chance!

Sadly, he never listens, the king.

Oh, I don’t want to slave away

On this land that isn’t even my own.

However, I need to get my pay.

I hate the person who sits on that throne!

I...

I know why the caged bird sings

for it wishes to be free

It wishes to be rid of its enclosure

To fly away

I know why the caged bird sings

It wants you to be happy again

Its loves its home

But he wants you to love it to

I know why the caged bird sings

for it is very lonely

It wishes for a friend

whom it can sing with

I know why the caged bird sings

It feels repressed

It feels abandoned

It crie...

What happened to the forest after man came? It is clear that the predators have dwindled away, but where have they gone? Well, magic has a way of protecting the world’s most valuable creatures. Literally, there is a portal in the hollow of the oldest tree in the deepest part of the forest. This portal leads to another world—my world—and this is my story.

Everything changed for me on my twelfth bi...

It’s not looking a lot like Christmas maybe

Because your not letting it in there is Christmas

Spirit all around you but you won’t know it

If you don’t let it in let it in and you’ll know that

This is what you do

You snuggle up with friends and family listen to

The Christmas carols and maybe even sing one

Yourself go under neath the Christmas tree shake the

Presents with glee oh wonder what Sa...

In cages bound, their wings clipped and confined,

Yet their spirits soar, an anthem intertwined.

Through trials and pain, their melodies take flight,

A symphony of resilience, shining through the night.

With each note, they defy the chains that bind,

Their songs of freedom echo, leaving no soul behind.

They sing of dreams and hopes, of love and strife,

Their voices piercing through the bars of li...

Caged bird in the dawn,

Sings of fields beyond its reach—

I know why it sings.

Feathers clipped, wings still,

Yet its heart holds soaring hills—

I know why it sings.

Bars of shadow cast,

On the wall, freedom's contrast—

I know why it sings.

Morning's first light beams,

In its song, the day redeems—

I know why it sings.

Echoes fill the air,

A melody of despair?

No,...

When there is nothing left to do,

No food to hunt or water to find,

No predators claimed “kings”,

Or cover to claim,

The Caged Bird Sings.

There is something grounding,

Yet freeing all the same,

Of the whistle of a parakeet,

One who has no shame.

We hold a song to standards,

We hold them up so high,

That when the bird starts screaming,

We only see absence of beauty; a lie.

The birds will open ...

Caged birds sing their songs,

Yearning for skies beyond reach,

Hope echoes through bars....

I know why caged birds sing.

They sing notes of despair, hoping someone will save them,

Their songs are cries for help.

I know why caged birds sing.

Because they’re spirit is free,

Putting a lock on their wings is like taking away their life, their will to live.

I know why caged birds sing.

Because they know where the key to their cage is,

They know where the capturer put it.

But they are af...