I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
A Pocketful Of Sympathy
A pocketful of sympathy
Is really rather wonderful
To stop a scratch from stinging
Or a bruise from black and bluing
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would
you say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish?
Would you drive me off, saying to me, "Get away, you naughty
Therefore I dare reveal my private woe,
The secret blots of my imperfect heart,
Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert,
Nor beautify nor hide. For this I know,
There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
Accept My Sympathy
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
She's rubbing his shoulder
and he's reading about
Western birds. There's a scoop
of light just above my knee
Grey heron, on straw of boggy land,
Fry fishes are on swimming competition-
first, second, third…. to the jaw of routine
Perched on the branch of a tree
Was a nightingale sad and lonel
A Token Of Sympathy
This poem consists of four tercets and two quatrains.
Please, enjoy reading.
Thank you so much.