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This is my Caged Bird poem:
A free bird leaps
on a branch of a blossom tree
and shows his parents around
till the visit ends
and dips it’s wings
in the colourful flowers
and dares to claim the tree
But a bird that is the elder
down it’s narrow cage
can seldom see through
her bars of pain
her wings are broken
and her feet are bleeding
so she opens her throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things alone
but longed for still
but her tune is heard
on the tree above
for the caged bird sings for love
The free bird thinks of another glide
and strolling through the blossom trees
and the free bird waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the trees his own
But a caged bird stands on the skeleton of dreams
her shadow shouts on a dead tree
her wings are broken
and feet are bleeding so she opens her throat to sing
The caged bird sings
withe a deppressing trill
of things alone
but longed for still
and her tune is heard
on the tree above
for the caged bird
sings of love.
Caged Bird-My Version
By Samiul
A free bird leaps
on the edge of cloud
and slope down mountain
till the length ends
and dips his wings
in the snow
and dares to claim the mountain.
But a bird that waits
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his rain of oppression
his wings are snipped and
his feet are locked
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a mouthful of words
of things no-one knows
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant park
for the caged bird
sings of freedom from the darkness.
The free bird thinks of another glide
and the perspective through the airy trees
and the little insects waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the place his own.
But a caged bird stands on the brink of dreams
his shadow shouts on an alarmed feeling
his wings are snipped and his feet are locked
Sohe opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
Of things unknown
but longed for unmoving
and his tune is paid attention
on the distant park
for the caged bird
sings of freedom from the darkness
This is my version of The Caged Bird
A free bird leaps
on the back of the stars
and glides above a magical place
tillthe sunlight ends
and dips his wing in the shimmering water
and dares to claim the world.
But a bird that rages
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his better days
his wings are pinned down
and his feet are chained
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a marvellous trill
of dreams that might never come reality
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the far away hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of a savior
and the places he can go through the soft damp trees
and the dinner waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the world his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a petrifying scream
his wings are stiff and his feet are chained
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown but
longed for still and his
tune is heard on the far away hill
for the caged bird
sings os freedom
I am half Turkish , half Cypriot with other cultures in between
Dolma is my favourite Turkish dish
Esra is my name which means ‘night journey’ in Arabic
Never ever will i give up on my dreams
Travelling the world is my dream
I am proud of where i am from
The violin is how i express myself
Yellow is the colour of sunshine just like my mood
This my poem :
A free bird leaps
on the back of his dreams
and follows them
till the amusement ends
and dips his wing
in the oak tree
and dares to claim the forest.
But bird that sulks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of wrath
his wings are bone
and his feet are cut
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
a croaky trill
of things mysterious
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the snowy peaks
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another sky
and the breeze rushes through the tall trees
and the juicy beetles on a dawn bright lawn
and he names his branch his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadows shouts on a terrifying trill
his wings are bone and his feet are cut
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
of a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant field
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The sun
The sun only shines on a few
and the few that gets sun bloom
and blossom into a butiful flower
But the flower that dosent get sun
shrivel up
the his pettels fall of
and he becomes lonly
so he reaches his head out to get a
glimse of the sun
In the dark all alone
he thinks of things unknown of but
longed for still
and he sticks his head out to see
the sun
The Sun
The sun only shines on a few
and a few that gets the sun blossom and bloom
and blooms into a beautiful flower
But the flowers that the sun doesn’t shine on shrivel up
and their pettals fall one by one
so he tries to reach his head out to the sun
In the dark all alone
he thinks of things unknown but
longed for still he tries to see the sun
This is my spelling and rewrite,
by Martha
All About Me!
I love mediterranean food
D elicious sushi is the best
E vening is my favourite type of day
N eat is a good type of writing
T urkish food is amazing
I know that kindness always goes first
T aiwan origanally made bubble tea
Y ou should always be yourself no matter what : )
A free bird leaps
on the tallest tree and feels free
till the sun ends
and dips his wing in the warm air
and dares to claim the land
But a bird that wants to die
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his suffering days
his wings are bleeding and his feet are weak
so he opens his throat to sing.
A free bird leaps on the tree
and fly’s on the eiffel tower
till the storm ends and dips
his wing in the water and
dares to claim the sky.
but a bird that angry down his
narrow cage can seldom through
his cruel jail his wings are damaged
and his feet are wet and he cant breath
so he opens his throat to sing the caged
bird sings with a high pitch voice of things
not identifed but longed for still and his tune
is heard on the famous mountain for the
caged bird sings of freedom
I am beautiful
Don’t be sad
Exciting story’s
Night is good
Tea is great
I have nice friends
Time is never ending
You are all beautiful
I am beautiful
Don’t be sad
Exciting story’s
Night is good
Tea is great
I have nice friends
Time is never ending
You are all beautiful
I am beautiful
Don’t be sad
Exciting tale’s
Never give up
Tea is great
I have nice friends
Time is never ending
You are all beautiful
I am kind.
Delicous noodles.
Evening drives are my favourite.
Night is wonderfull.
Turnips are my most hated foods.
I love food
Time is precious
You will always age
I, too
I,too,sing Cyprus
I am the hairy brother.
They send me to shave in the bathroom
When company comes,
But i laugh
And shampoo well,
And grow strong.
Tommorrow,
I’ll be in the livingroom
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me ,
”Shave in the bathroom”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how hairy I am
And be ashamed-
I,too,am Cyprus.
A Successful School
First, pour some wonderful teachers,a head teacher,students
and a big wonderful building
into the bowl.
Then you need to add equipment,motivation,justice,
Respect,education and equality.
next add some bathrooms,playgrounds and
devices and now stir vigorously and then turn
up the heat and leave to cook
and simmer.
warning
a little bit more of an ingredient and the reputation of the
school will be
destroyed.
A free bird leaps on the highest cloud and hovers away till the sky ends and dips his wings in the yellow sun and dares to claim the ocean
But a bird that hovers down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of metal his wings are roped and his feet are trapped so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with anxious tone of things unheard of but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distance hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another storm and the softwind through the crispy trees and the cold bird waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sun his own
But a caged bird stands on the saddest dream his shadow shouts on a frightening scream his wing are roped and his feet are trapped so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distance moutain for the caged bird sings of freedom.
A free bird leaps
on the edge of the cloud
and slope down mountain
till the length ends
and dips his wing
in the snow and
dares to claim the mountain.
But a bird that waits
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his rain of oppression
his wings are snipped and
his feet are locked
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sing
with a mouthful of words
of things no one knows
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant valley
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another glide
and the perspective through the airy trees
and the little insects waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the place his own.
But a caged bird stands on the perimeter of there dreams
his shadow shouts on a fearful feeling
his wings are snipped and his feet are locked
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a feaful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant valley
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The Sun
The sun only shines on a few
and a few that gets the sun blossom and bloom
and blooms into a beautiful flower
But the flowers that the sun doesn’t shine on shrivel up
and their pettals fall one by one
so he tries to reach his head out to the sun
In the dark all alone
he thinks of things unknown but
longed for still he tries to see the sun
This is my spelling and rewrite,
by mikail
hey im the owner of this poem please delete this due to copyright also i had to redo because i copied Martha (tower)
A free bird leaps on the branch and tweets and sings till the day ends and dips his wing in to the cloud and dares to claim the world.
But a bird that cries down his narrow cage can seldom through his sober,his wings are stiff and his feet are downed so he opens his throat to sing.
The trapped bird shrills with a quiet vow of things that are buried but his tune is heard on the deck for the trapped bird shrills of freedom.
The happy bird thinks of another day to live and the birds goes through the rough trees and the golden sky waiting for sunrise and says the world is his.
But the trapped bird stands on the deck of his dreams,his shadow shines on the trap, his feet are broken and his feet are clipped,so he grows his mouth to shrill.
The trapped bird shrills will a fearsome things nobody knows but still longed for and his tune is heard on the deck for the trapped bird sings for his freedom.
Caged Bird (My version)
By Freddie English
A free bird leaps
on the cliff ahead
and sores across the sky
till the daytime ends
and dips his wing
in the clouds above
and dares to claim the mountains end
But a bird that sobers
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his metal cage
his wings are damaged and
his feet are sore
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a pleading voice
of things uncharted
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the highest cliff
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
A free bird thinks of another mountain
and the sun is seen through the holes in trees
and food is waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the cliff his own
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the mountains end
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
A free bird leaps on the back of the moon and floats gravity
till the game ends
and dips his wings in the pond and dares to claim the flowers .
But a bird that stalks down his narrow line can seldom see through his voice
is left and his drinks is clipped and his feet are tied
The caged bird with a fearless drill of things underneath but longed for trill and his tune is heard from the distant city
the free bird thinks of another wind and the cute daise through the fruit trees but a caged bird stands on mares of happiness his shadow shouts on a concert night his drink got clipped . the caged bird sings with a fearless drill of things unknown but longed for a till on the distant city for the caged bird sings of freedom.
BY JAMES
I love football
Dribbling,shooting, passing and tackling
Enabling everyone to play their best
Never giving up
Together anyone can play football
It is my favorite thing to do
Team spirit and fans screaming
You should try playing football too
THE CAGED BY POEM BY JAMES.C
A free bird leaps on the tree
and flies to the eiffel tower
till the storm ends and dips
his wing to claim the sky
But a bird that angry down
his narrow cage can seldom
through his cruel jail his wings are
damaged and his feet are wet
and he cant breath so he opens
his throat to sing. The caged bird
sings of things not identified.
but longed for still and his tune is
heard on the famous mountain for the
caged bird sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another joyful ride and the mind through the bushy trees and the hedgehog waiting for dawn on a bright lawn and he names the cave his own. But a caged bird stands on the extinction of dreams. His shadow shouts on the tree. His wings are handcuffed and his feet are locked. The caged bird sings with a fearful thrill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the famous mountain for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another joyful ride and the mind through the bushy trees and the hedgehog waiting for dawn on a bright lawn and he names the cave his own. But a caged bird stands on the extinction of dreams. His shadow shouts on the tree. His wings are handcuffed and his feet are locked. The caged bird sings with a fearful thrill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the famous mountain for the caged bird sings of freedom.
Caged Bird my own Version
A free bird leaps
on the top of the clouds
and jumps up
till the sky ends
and dips his wings
in the blue
and dares to claim the clouds
But a bird that looks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his anger and frustration
his wings are stuck and
his feet are locked
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a piercing ring of things unkown
but long for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
The free bird links of another cloud
and the sunlight through the forest trees
and the lazy animals waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the clouds his own.
A fre bird leaps
on the distnt hill
till the purple sunset
and dares to claim the sun.
but a bird that rage
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his way
his wing are dreaded
so he opens his thoat to sing.
the caged bird sings
whith a high pich voise
of thing see
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the hill
for the caged bird
sing of freedom
the free bird thinks of another bird
and is feeling hurt through the bright trees
and the bird is waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the cage of dreams
but his shadows shouts on a road
his wings are fluffy and his feet are hard
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unkown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
A free bird leaps
on the deep mountain
and see the sky
till the pen ends
and dips his wings
in the trees
and dares to clam the world
But a bird that tip tops
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his mad rage
his wings are stuck and
his feet are broken
so he opens his throat to sings
The caged bird sings
with a sad voice
of thing horrid
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the side
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another smell
and the rays through the thick trees
and the wind happy waiting on dawn bright lawn
and he names the forest his own
But a caged bird stands on the sea of dreams
his shadow shouts on a billding
his wings are stuck and his feet are broken
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but long for still
and his tune is heard
on the side
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
A free bird leaps on the tip of the sky and glides downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the green trees ray and dares to claim the world.
But a bird who is moody stalks down at his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of anger his wings are clipped and his feet are in chains so he opens his throught to sing.
The caged bird sings with an amazing trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard from the far away village for the caged bird sing of freedom.
The free birdthinks of a another gust of wind and through the beatiful trees and the free food on a dawn and bright lawnand he names the world his own.
But a caged birdstands on the death of dreams his shadow shouts on a disastourous scream his wings are chopped and feet are in chains so he opens his throught to sing
The caged bird sing with a fearful trill of thing unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard from the far away village for the caged bird sings of freedom
I love my family
Daniel,Jayden and Calvin are my siblings
“E xtra work” is my favourite
N umarcy is my favourite subject in school
T urkish food is the best
I could be a driver when im older just like my father
T urkish food is the best again!
Y ou should thank your parents for raising you
my version of caged bird
A free bird leaps
on the distant hill
till the cloud ends
and dips his wings
in the purple sunset
and dares to claim the sun
But a bird that rages
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his way
his wing are dreaded
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a high pitched voice
of things alone
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the hill
for the caged
bird sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another bird
and is feeling hurt through the bright tree
and the bird is waiting on a bright town
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the cage of dreams
but his shadow shouts on a road
his wings are fluffy and his feet are hard
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
But longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
thank you for reading my version