The Parrot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem I wrote about people not thinking for themselves or stealing other peoples' ideas.

Squawking, gawking, but not really talking

The parrot is perched in his cage


Glaring, staring, but not really caring

How he sends me into a rage


Waiting, baiting, but not contemplating

For just a word from me


He steals my word

Like a clever bird

And claims it as his own


He struts around

With pride unbound

And demands his rightful due


The people astounded

With wonder unfounded

At this arrogant sham of a bird




With no thought of his own

And seeds others have sown

His brilliance will run its course


And again he’ll return

And my anger will burn

As he stares blankly at me


This is the day

When I’ll turn him away

And he’ll have nothing more to say

Submitted: December 28, 2014

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Shadow of Fire

I never thought of a Parrot that way. Brilliant! I can def. see the connection between some people, and the way you describe this Parrot. I love how you didn't focus on the anger in this poem, it was more about the bird. I loved it!!

Mon, December 29th, 2014 2:33pm


Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Sun, January 4th, 2015 8:12am

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