The Burning Poet, A Caged Bird

Posted: July 6, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry



The beating drum, a musical heart

Kiss the poet just to tear his world apart

Burn him in flames so that he’ll write of ashes

Give him pretentious love and he’ll drown you in dirges


It’s a cursed art, this world of pain

Where deep anger seethes like a noxious rain

And frustration only  expressed in rhyming words

No cathartic outbursts, poets are like caged birds

They can only sing; for you can’t fly on broken wings

Ask me and I’ll tell you; “I know why the caged bird sings”




I know why the caged bird sings.  When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
It is not a carol of joy or glee,But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings(
Paul Laurence Dunbar-

Life behind the fence


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