Best Clipped Poems

I miss so many things: the old pear tree, which once lived by the walk and the bees inside. The bees almost never stung, but made the most delightful buzz. The smell of the pear blossoms and the fruit as it rotted on the ground....

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She clipped her faerie wings,
those gossamer monstrosities,
or so she was told by her "friends"
who said she never would fit in
with the everyday community.

She clipped her faerie wings
and cried because it would define her
as an ordinary creature,
no longer wondrous and magnificent 
nor magical nor special.

She clipped...

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Clipped Wings

An icy salt spray begins to tarnish my feathers,
The salt is corroding. 
That salt. It’s ingesting my plume, diluting true meaning
Teal turned navy. Crimson now brown.

I had keen pearlescent eyes,
Now clouded, they see nothing, nothing at all.
I can't even step foot behind the silver...

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Fluid soft moist and gentle
Drops of water over time
Can dissolve and wear away
The hardest rock to fade 
And decay.

Just as an acid damning tongue
That derives pleasure
From causing emotional pain
And robbing  a sensitive soul
If self esteem confidence
And living a fruitful life
Holding them back again and...

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With notes shredding ears homicidal,
contestants squawk madly to sidle
despite what they lack
they keep flocking back
to die on American Idol....

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Birds don't fly with clipped wings
But here you are; flirtatious beyond boundaries. Now gazing at the limitless sky.
Take courage, you've cried enough. Wipe away the tears. Now is the time to take the reins.
In stale air, in every weakness, in every breathless state; all brought...

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beneath breakers roar…
robin on the ocean floor
gurnards never soar...

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My feathers  clipped by ruthless time
               Me  in my prime
                   In...

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Of angelic visitation 
Kingdom turned to nation
Focus on flesh
(Like David Koresh)
Focus on wings 
(Whilst scorpion stings)

From humility to pride
In reverse they all ride
A focus on the now and here
With condemnation and with fear

Rather Kingdom we should seek
Being humble, being meek
Than angels flying ‘round
Keeping us on...

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How I wished, free flow of wheels
No words to tell , "how it feels".
When vehicles swish
Well, well, well!
This is what I relish.

How I missed, the rumble and rush
Noisy Wide tyres! are my first crush
Fizzing of tyre
Well, well, well!
My Heart's on Fire.

How I mixed the soundtracks
Made...

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CLIPPED NOT CUT

bed of nails
clipped not cut
lie scattered
brittle rough

dumfounded words
scrawled slam shut
desecrated lies
marginalized

hawk scoops down
fallflawed brain
grabbing claws 
mental drain

an empty line
clipped not cut 
and dry


© Kim van Breda—2 December 2015...

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They think it “cute”
when I do my perched two step
not so much when I repeat
words I wasn’t meant to hear.
They took the mirror out
“It confuses him”, they said
“He thinks it’s another bird”
Not so!!  When I pecked
its vacant eyes
it didn’t flinch, or fly.
I plot my...

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The tears hide the pain
But it never goes away
The pain, you see
Is just a part of me
How can I find a light?
When blindfolded and chained to the floor
It's as in a dream, true in a way
But never the same
Been through heaven, but only after going...

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Today I was visited by an angel with clipped wings.
I heard her settle next to me as I knelt and prayed
hungry for lofty things.
When I finished I raised my eyes
to face her questioning gaze.
Why?  She asked, when you have been given all you need?
I...

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Clipped are my wings
Gouged and feasted upon by inners sins
Once pure now diluted
once diluted now corrupted
Lostwrapped in the chaos of my hardened blood....

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