Bars

Bars short poem

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To raise myself little by little
up to the blackbird’s nest
already forgotten by God
my long hair more and more rough and salty
to wrap it around the bird as if a dry tree’s twigs
to feed it from my green nut eyes
from tears of happiness
to make it grow
with its wings crisscrossed with a bolted beak
until it will be bigger than the sun in my eyeballs
and the only door open like the clear blue sky yet forbidden for me
would eventually close

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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Behind These Bars

Behind These Bars short poem

Behind these bars my heart is full of pain behind these bars I’m alone and only I’m to blame for I have walked down the path of darkness for so many years now behind these bars I sit with eyes