The Song Bird Lost It’s voice today
There was nothing but a silent hush
The Song Bird Lost It’s voice today
The songbird sat with weary eyes,
its throat too tired to sing or cry.
No morning call, no sweet refrain,
just silence draped across the sky.
Its wings once spread in joyful flight,
now still beneath the fading light.
The air was thick with what was lost,
a melody that paid the cost.
The trees stood bare,
the winds grew cold,
the stories of the song untold.
And in the quiet, something grew,
a silence deep, yet strangely true.
No reason spoke, no answers came,
just echoes of a whispered name.
The songbird’s voice, now gone away,
left nothing but the break of day.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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To all on my vocal.media
Dear Supporters, Before last month's vocal.media problems, I had lots of friends commenting and likes, but as the problem got fixed, nearly all the people have gone. Is everyone getting my stories and poetry? It’s making me wonder; all the people I built a lovely thing with seem to have vanished. Where are you all? I miss you 😢 Please come back; I just want to know who is still getting my writing. Please comment; it’s very strange. Vocal fixed their problems but support drops ♥️♥️♥️
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Unveiling
A piece about reclaiming personal power, setting boundaries, and letting go. An embodied and paced descent into the depths and rhythms of our emotionality. An exploration of hurt and reflection along a broader journey to honesty—the evolution from disillusionment to self-empowerment—only to resurface into awareness, revealing the process of transformation. It introduces vulnerability by way of change, self-expression, release, and renewal, and with clear reclamation. Layered, introspective, and ever-so whimsical, this prose highlights the movement through hardship into self-empowerment. The writer hopes to invite curiosity, thoughtfulness, and connection. This is not a romanticization of pain, nor is it a therapeutic how-to. It is simply, my truth.
By Ph03n1xR1s1nG235 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Sad
that's as though describing a void in one's existence. Very moving