Best Chaining Poems
Would you cover me in hydrangeas of healing,
when cold is the heavy air I breathe,
alone without you, beside me?
O’ magnolia-chime, melodiously ricocheting~
above silent fields of Swarovski orchids,
this lunar-glazed love
remains my euphonious elixir,
and your lips, the petals I graze in euphoric motion,
when orange sherbet streaks of the evening sun~
descend upon glistening ripples of diamond dust,
your chamomile flames of aquamarine love,
keep rising in hypnotic hues of hibiscus red,
for your love is like a fire~
your song, like the scorching rivers,
ferrying lyrical lanterns adorned with clear quartz crystals.
Within your amethyst arms, I’ve found a melody,
turning my needs into alluring aurora fireworks,
as your love is like a fire,
screaming my name in tantalizing tunes,
while I yearn for you to come devour me whole,
never letting the breeze steal our saffron symphonies,
here I’m slipping away,
letting music of my heart to take control.
So allow me to gently trace your thorny edges~
I’m addicted to your enthralling enchantments,
chaining my sighs to your eyes, that shine like oceanic sapphires,
there, you sketch my skies with poetic phrases,
igniting vibrating sparks across the horizon,
for your love is like a fire,
it delights me with daffodil desires, taking me higher.
But what must I do,
when the colors of sunrise fade,
leaving me weaving ballads of bruised blues.
I ponder, would you feel the heat of this cosmic longing,
how in darkness, I need your silken serenades?
Remember, ten thousand moons from now,
I’ll still need you to thrill my will~
to fill this canvas with peacock pigments,
for your love is like a fire..
I’m lost in a sea of wilted willows,
but you’ll be the star that never dies,
forever sprinkling citrine threads of magic,
like an alchemist, orchestrating soothing sonatas,
pulling me back to the lavender light,
aware of how I’ve tried in stillness,
to harmonize the rhythm of this roseate rhapsody..
So allow me to gently trace your thorny edges~
I’m addicted to your enthralling enchantments,
chaining my sighs to your eyes,
that shine like oceanic sapphires.
Categories:
chaining, deep, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
In Our Blindness, Chalked Up To Just Be Fate
Life, its complexity truly astounds
astounds this old soul so sadly earthbound
earthbound but not without imagined flight
flight into blue heavens's glimmering night.
Night of ill winds that beggars disbelief
disbelief of blindness that brings dark grief
grief of those lost, dying with no recourse
recourse from disease of war's killing force.
Force spilling blood, war's sad barbaric score
score of flesh and bones, as death demands more
more as heaping mounds of worthless refuse
refuse this world considers of no use!
Life, horrors often born of man's dark hate
Hate's dark blindness, chalked up to just be Fate!
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 21-2019
Chained Sonnet, ( War, Its Savagery And Its Bloody Costs)
( Where Peace And Beauty Can Be Shattered In An Instant)
Perfect 100 words hit...
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Chained Sonnet definition:
Chained Sonnet ( or linked sonnet), is a sonnet that uses the poetic device of chaining.
The elements of the Chained sonnet are:
1. the verse is written in any sonnet form.
2. chained when the end word of the previous line is the first word of the next line.
3. flexible, at the poet's discretion, to bring the sonnet full circle the first word of the sonnet is the last word of the sonnet.
Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/1053-chained-sonnet/
Thanks to Judi Van Gorder for the resource at Poetry Magnum Opus Site.
## Note::Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements
which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length,
rhyme pattern or volta requirements. Reference:: http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gadget-sonnets/
Source: http://forums.familyfriendpoems.com/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=130578
Categories:
chaining, appreciation, art, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Sonnet
In the mirrors of Moirai
kismet and karma kiss adoringly,
unaware of this betrayal they label as life.
In the hallucination we call birth,
words whisper like bitter winds,
composing a metaphorical manuscript,
weaving a quilt of invisible inflictions.
Silent screams serenade in childhood bloodshed,
where no messiah arrived to rectify sins of saints -
so some languish among abandoned souls.
Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed,
they feast amongst our freshly prepared banquets.
In a fathomless pit, I'm slaying prosaic demons,
before indigo hues turn ebony -
who are they to destroy my dreams?
I never heard the birds sing
in a playground of lucid lullabies.
I still recall the ghosts of featherless angels,
swaying upon swings adorned in garlands of grief.
Their eternal spirits flickering in silver embers,
evolving into perpetual vessels of reflection.
Confused in a realm of revolving doors,
tarnished paths only withhold wrath,
leaving behind trails of trauma,
where twisted trials lead to disfigured destinies.
Glass hearts only break in battles with burdens,
so our spirits become victim to Medusa eyes.
When each sigh flows like a slow poison,
we search for virgin daffodil dawns,
as distractions to numb the pain.
Fatigued from the battles from
those who rebel against our hearts -
we seek solace from sojourners of invigoration.
Blessed are those who connect with universal harp strings.
Who merge with the sacred aura of music.
Who notice the stars before twilight,
comprehending the glory of sunrise,
as an analogy against adversity.
I was not designed to be a flower,
contained in a snow globe,
covered in ivory flakes when shaken.
I have forgiven the blameworthy,
who are guilty for chaining an inner child,
but I'm still waiting to break free.
Before I waste away and my thorns decay,
ordain upon me the fortune to cradle love -
let me flourish in the field where Rumi's roses bloom.
Categories:
chaining, allusion, analogy, assonance,
Form:
Didactic
Echoing
loudly inside my head,
roaring thunder rushing through my veins.
Powers are
chaining me mesmerized,
hypnotizing with a mighty force.
Turbulent
thoughts are racing blindly
spilling into open nothingness.
Crashing down,
only to rise again
as an eternal magical mist.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.27.2014
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline
Categories:
chaining, feelings, inspiration, nature, senses,
Form:
Verse
Cramps creeping and crawling,
an unwelcome reminder.
Why does my body betray
me like an unfaithful secret lover,
chaining me to my bed.
When did my uterus become my enemy,
even the pills offer no sympathy.
As a contradiction of contractions,
crush my organs like sharpened
shards of glass, these strange
territories tighten like heavy torture,
as linings of sore pelvis feel
a tugging pain of shame.
Unable to distract this
typhoon-like monstrosity,
I'm a hostage to
this turbulent intruder.
For those who question body
frames that do not beam,
my frowns are not an option,
they are a veil to the weight
of excruciating fatigue
that feeds the sanity in me.
There's no 'super human' strength
left to curl my fingers into
brass knuckles holding my
burning edges in peace.
Drained by the cries that
crack the surface of my womb,
agitation is expressed
in begrudging outbursts!
Unexpected and unpredictable
pain is a cureless curse,
behaving erratically within
a finely constructed system of tubes.
Once again, I wonder if
this shall be the month that
validates my womanhood.
Categories:
chaining, emotions, health,
Form:
Free verse
"free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself” - Unseeking Seeker
Faith is more than a mere noun,
phrased within fragile pages
of a tailored manuscript;
it is a way of life,
found in the zestful air we breathe,
in the hushed haze
of peace and intrinsic love.
I bloom like a lotus,
floating through silence~
tied to tulip-twinkles of twilight,
turning nautical stripes
into midnight prayers,
sailing through the skyline
like a cultural odyssey,
facing the eyes of
the speechless sun,
to untangle brutal tendrils
chaining my sapphire spirit
to terrains of ashes,
smudged with societal lies
and narrow perceptions.
And as the wind blows
cinnamon hymns,
I listen to the heartbeat
of the horizon,
adorned with balmy auroras,
ricocheting runes engraved
within the pristine pillars
that hold firm the hibiscus haven~
a sanctuary that hears not the mantras
of megalomaniac meadows,
too consumed by stereotypes
and prewritten scriptures,
curled into clusters of constraints,
sprinkling superficial sparkles
to hypnotize the naive.
O utopian chateau,
I choose to soar free,
like a peacock plume
swirling in sync with
the lilac light of falcon fortitude,
and the timeless pulse of the Almighty,
unshakable from the
gusts and gales
enveloping my conscience
like a maroon maelstrom of misery.
I choose to follow
the soothing shimmers,
of the morning stars,
letting go of the
tempest of Midas’ touch~
labels and ego,
discrimination and darkness,
materialism and fickleness,
while the icy weeds
in my skin unfurl
empathy and kindness,
aware of sacred states
sewn with threads of
karma and kundalini.
I am the soulful veins
of an amaranthine leaf,
flawed in fire,
embracing the
fluorescent frequencies
that ebb and flow
like waves of wisdom,
surfing through fogs of fairy-tears,
like sea-glass smoke
kissing the porcelain
sands of serenity.
So, between the melodious mists
of the breeze and the blue,
there I find a reason
to rise and rinse stained ripples,
while attuned with
the butterfly dews resting upon
divine diamonds of blissfulness.
Categories:
chaining, devotion, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I am writing the words I do not have the courage to say out loud
I need to ask you for something, something I don't want
I don't want you to bring home junk food, please don't bake so much either
I know this is your love, giving me what you lacked, growing up poor
No birthday celebration, no Christmas candy, but you are drowning me
Chaining me in a dungeon of dessert, holding me captive in a castle of cake
And I can not say no, can not refuse your love, for I can not bear
The broken look in your eyes, but you are filling me with shame
Of my own flesh, the smug superior judgement of my peers
The embarrassment of the plus-size section.
You are weighing me down with stones of sugar, and I know
For you they are comfort, they are care
But for me they are obstacles
And all they do is slow me down.
8/13/18
Categories:
chaining, addiction, food, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Sadly
Manipulated angry
feelings curse me
Chaining me, stalking me
Darkness has currpted my soul
Save me, enchant me
Untaint these words
Fool me
Saviour.
Categories:
chaining, sad
Form:
Lyric
My Environment is my only homely home
That I know. Plants and animals alike love this lovely home.
I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment,
To see rivers flow freely in the democracy of the environment,
Grass green and as fresh as a fish in untouched natural free waters,
Births singing and ringing like universal timekeepers in all matters.
This wonderful Environment is the handwork of our ever-caring Father
And when it is well looked after, it could be next to our Father.
My health and my wealth all come from this cherished home.
How I wish foolish humans do not tarnish the harmony of this dear home!
I hate to see toxic smoke from industries go up carelessly and invited to Ozone
Because when Ozone shall have died, Sun will cease to be our friend.
I hate to see fishermen throw away a young fish
Just as I hate to see my neighbour dumping refuse into running waters.
A disorderly forester cannot be a friendly friend to me.
And why not he or she who farms into a river valley, bed and source?
I am sick when farmers burn bushes and
I cannot marry she who cooks just any kind of meat and kills the viper.
Pollution and anything harmful should not be in my Environment, our Environment,
Because I too will be harmful to those who tolerate such things
For I hate to live a brief life.
(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)
Categories:
chaining, tree, hate, environment, hate,
Form:
Alliteration
– |Life| +
I recall how I had surveyed you, guardedly from a rocky peak,
And why I left the shelter of the mountains, for you.
How we wandered on those plains together,
Endless long days and shorter nights.
You a gazelle and I an eagle.
Horned and barbed, we;
Leaping from earth;
Soaring heights;
Left behind;
– |Life| +
Right ahead;
Plunging depths;
Chaining us to earth;
To leap and soar no more;
My gazelle, your eagle, less we;
Each day numbered, uncounted nights.
Trudging thru mired fields planted with seeds,
Someone else chose for us and we unwittingly accepted,
Until the mystery of these once sweet green steppes withered.
Copyright 2013
Categories:
chaining, life, philosophy,
Form:
Concrete
Separate Fate scratching Chance so that it may be secure.
Offerings Pile up, Circumstances of Dismantled monotony and softly licking dance.
Undiminished cheekbones flushed with Hope,
Slide up and Down,
Autoerotic, Hanging me, with vivid--tight nerves, Chaining throat to soul.
As an oddly subtle sound escapes my Lips…
One of those Godly Utterances that a conscious tongue Ignores.
Like An Awakened Coma, screamed, in Paralyzing yearn.
The air is Quiet, lonesome fingers tangled in heat.
An Eye Tilted, A Pierce of Angels, Coiled green and Thick.
Warm hands harvesting Ankles bruised by cold rain only hours before,
It is the Gentlest of comforts and For some reason, Struck hard and deep
into my mind.
“Forever is Easy”
I Say.
As softly, Fevered and Wanton,
He is stuns the Dust of this House into Noise
-thend-
Categories:
chaining, devotion, life, love, passion,
Form:
Burlesque
God’s new day awaits at the horizon’s gate.
The star of freedom rests amid the dawn.
It has been no less than a 400 year wait,
For a sign this age is about to be born.
No nation can expect to exist forever,
If all of its people are not totally free.
Chaining another’s neck is not clever;
For God’s liberty you will no longer see.
From the slave cabin to the prison cell,
God’s people’s journey has been.
Satan taught the bondman well—
Why America couldn’t possibly win.
Now the bodies of the oppressed demand rights,
And their oppressed souls are looking for peace.
The ballot boxes can offer many delights,
In this present age of political caprice.
The people have decided they want a change,
Since the contemporary world offers a marvelous deal.
And now that we know what God can arrange,
We will not settle for anything not real.
Categories:
chaining, hope, inspirational, philosophy, politicalage,
Form:
Rhyme
WORDS - ALOUETTE
Nightmares in my skin;
Scourging deep within.
Blood and bones sizzling abreast...
Aged tired nerves plead
from words carving bleed
to screams of cruel arrest.
Head like tomb stillness
chaining rock stiffness.
Iron hurt span rumbling din.
To endure, my gong,
stopping a torch song.
Hence, be far in any sin.
______________________________
CONTEST NAME: SCREWED
SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK
PLACED 3RD
(c)O.E. Guillermo
10:52pm
September 05, 2014
Categories:
chaining, abuse, feelings, rude, words,
Form:
Verse
Here-
this day's last light clouds gray
to run-round and un-green in star-chaining
in pebble hush
and fish stoning
in leaf murmur
and trembling wing tuck
in cool frightful burrows
and tears that fall
in the unsuspecting night
___________________
©©2000
Categories:
chaining, assonance, depression, lonely, lost
Form:
Free verse
I walk into my room every day
seeing that closet. I wake up
and I think in my mind "there's
that sin."
It's a eternal evil, it's clawing at
the door, gnawing at my skin,
growing and groaning more and
more.
It's big and ferocious, my past
life it is. It's mean and scary
and I can never win.
My broken past met with my
brain and made memories, I
can't let go of this pain that is
forever chasing me.
I tried chaining it up, I try
holding it down, but it's no use!
My strength is no match for its
conviction and blood-shot
reproof.
I can't take this anymore, this
isn't fair! I'm not even that
person anymore and yet there
are scars I bare.
Manipulating, hideous,
tormenting, dangerous.
This present evil is tied at my
doorstep, tied at my post.
I want to burn it at the stake,
and leave the ashes to rot. I
want to forsake it so bad, but I
know it will forsake me not.
This terrible folly can go on no
longer, I've made no deals with
the devil and this is too much.
I need something, or someone
to take this animal away so it
will stop hurting me.
I need an exerting of a pain-
free peace, I need an excreting
of this soul-eating disease, I
want to be free!
God***
Daughter, Daughter! I'm right
here. I'm right by your side.
I've never left you, all through
your lows and even through
your highs!
You see that evil that gets at
you, you see that pain that
won't escape you, I can take
that off your shoulders.
Ill make it to where that
burning flame of evil is nothing
but a dying smolder.
I can take that evil away but
you must give me your past.
I can take that pain away but
this battle must be your last.
Give me the reins and ill drive
it away,
Give me your darkness and ill
give you another way.
Gods cares about your pain,
He cares about your struggles.
He has no fear in anything and
there's nothing too big for him to
battle.
He will take your sin down,
pumbled to the ground.
He'll make it look simple, like
popping a small pimple on the
face of your destiny,
Because he's got everything,
under control.
So give him full custody to your
past, and he'll give you a
limitless future.
-Elizabeth Cary
Categories:
chaining, fear
Form:
Rhyme