My Poetry
Faces
Poem by Wendy Bird
Allow me to Sleep
Hi! So I know it’s been about six months, but I finally have something to post. Hopefully, the next posts won’t be nearly so spread out. I’ve written a poem about the forest again. I know I write about that a lot, but it’s one of my favorite places to be and I don’t get…
The Creatures Beneath
Writing by Wendy Bird
Searching
Photo by Andrew Neel from Pexels
Where is my time?
As I go on the weeks seem shorter. Days fly by without my notice. Where on earth did the time go? It seems just yesterday I was free and wild. Now I feel constrained by expectations. Not long ago I had no cares. Now I’m weighed down by anxieties. The future is coming quickly on……
His Poetry Soul
He was a beautiful thing… With his daydream eyes, and his poetry soul. She wanted to learn him, word for word. To recite him to the sky as one does a song. To decipher his deepest meanings… and paint pictures ‘round his letters.
Melancholy Happiness
Poem By Wendy Bird
Fingerprints of dreamers
Poem by Wendy Bird
Her Maelstrom Mind
Her mind is a chaos storm. A poem
Mournful Cacophony
A rainfall dance.
Meet me in the rain
Rendezvous in the rain A poem
Forest child
A poem by Wendy Bird
Love?
A question
Garden in the Sky
A wish to live upon the clouds A Poem
Keepsake
Capture a moment. Keep it forever. A poem.
Stars
A short poem about stars.
Stone Angel
A poem. I saw a picture of a stone angel today, and it inspired me to write this poem.
The Ocean
A poem about the ocean
Solid Shadows
Don’t let the shadows get to you…
Mask the light
She wore a mask. poem
An Empty Room
An empty room is sad without heart or soul Echoes in the quiet dark and all alone An empty room is black Ebony and grey Nothing to cast the shadows Yet no light to chase them away An empty room is lonely No one to keep it warm No voices break the silence No one…
To Sleep in a Field of Wildflowers
Oh to sleep in a field of wildflowers Be enveloped in their sweet perfume Let the grass and the color surround me And dream of each petal and bloom Let the clouds and the sadness be driven away And replaced with the beauty and the leaves gentle sway Could I sleep in a field of…
The City in my Head
Tall bright towers Yellow sunflowers I could waste all the hours In the city in my head Shining lakes of glass And watching clouds pass Fields of green grass in the city in my head But now the sky is grey The trees oh how they sway do they take me away From the city…
Wendy Bird’s Writings 