There's a bluebird in my heart wanting freedom,
I asked it to shut up and locked it in a room of boredom,
I won’t allow it to mingle with people’s unbearable stupidity!
Poverty is a curse so is the loneliness – a terrible property.
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
Lonely Robin sits in a cavernous cabin with no friend,
He sadly drags his life by moaning and groaning each day –
By quetching and kicking 24/7, lost his way on a rainy day!
Trying, trying, trying, - dying, dying, dying yet living with no end.
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
It's the sound of one hand clapping and solo king laughing!
Solo king! I know, I feel, I call your name, I’m going to scream aloud.
Solo king! I’m in humble supplication - a tiger before the tiger King....
Solo Raja! I’m thinking about you, fear returned in me and echoed!
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
Oops! Just a glance of it, butterflies flutter in any stomach,
Ouch! head throbs and heart trembles with every loneliness’ attack.
Alas! There is a void, there is a valley in the heart gifted by loneliness;
Ugh! Every lonely being is in hot pursuit to shatter his loneliness.
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
Very expressive poem, Harry. I loved it so much, every single line. And ouch, some of them hurt with truth! You might want to hold on to that ladder, in case you need it to climb down.
Hmm thank you Jacqueline Broad for your expressive comment on the poem 🙏🙏👍👍
A very impressive poem, with the theme of lonliness, a theme I know well, as abviously you do aswell, Magnificent! 'Lonely Robin sits in a cavernous cabin with no friend, He sadly lives his life by moaning and groaning each day – By quetching and kicking 24/7, lost his way on a rainy day! ' AMAZING!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are the king of lonely poems! Let the bluebird have freedom... Really like the poem..! Aditi
Thank you for a nice comment on the poem 🙏🙏👍👍
Thank you for a nice comment on the poem by you 🙏🙏👍👍