Clipped Poems

Clipped wings

i've never felt so alone as the day they carried you away
my life ended as abruptly as it had begun



AP: 3rd place 2025

Somebody Clipped My Wings

I don’t know where resilience comes from
But it seems to be in short supply -  
There was a time when “true grit” meant something 
But for too many that idea died.

Complaining and playing the blame game 
Seems to be the new status quo -
“It’s not my fault my life’s a mess,
It’s his or her

I Have Clipped my Shopping Antennas

I have clipped my shopping antennas
No more garage sales, resale shops or flea markets
I cannot be trusted

I am a lover of shiny things, odd things, weird things
I cannot resist buying sequins, rhinestones, glittery mirrors
I am a lover of things

I drag home all kinds of stuff
With feathers, plaids, Mexican embroidery
I am a lover of the outrageous

The

The Clipped Rose

Sometimes I feel guilty
when I harvest a rose
somewhat vindicated
for vase I hand-painted;

I know they are beautiful
my thought to beautify
the home -- yet kindled in me
sense of a predator -- be it bow
rifle or scissor, even snipping
what I cultivate, as the lamb
I raised became Easter dinner

though the family well fed
I question the honor?

She Clipped Her Faerie Wings

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 her faerie wings
and wished she could undo it
for no amount

Each Child; A Wing-Clipped Angel

Living carefree
And caring not
Of life's joy-burst, half forgot;
But elsewhere sunned.

Heaven's upleapt;
To Earth which fell.
Uninterrupted play-spell.
Child's soul, least stunned!

Clipped

it is not raining
yet the sky seems like
a tall waterfall

bones crack
under the weight of falling water
if I crane my head up
my eyesight get washed away

as a kid
drowning in a lake
the sky not the water held me down
the water was trying to push me up

the sky turns your mind to rock
just another falling rock

All wings falter
nuts

Clipped

A new education in my boarding
Forget what you think you know
It's irrelevant here
If you seek nothing
You don't need to learn
But you will soon find out
Why most return

When I Was Zipped and My Wings Were Clipped Said Nh 9

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 by different crackerjacks
Brakes and clonks
Well, well, well!
Those frequent tonks.

How I

Clipped Wings

After the sun bleeds 
colors into the sky white
stars are scattered like 

diamonds thrown across 
the violet black. The night seeps
into edge of morning

and a thread of light spills
like churned buttery cream.
Mottled pink is brushed

against linen clouds,
inking the faded shades of night.
Wires are strung above
  
their houses, their tops
frosted slate. The snow, burning,
is like

Clipped Wings

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 escape!
I’ve heard them speak
of one who made it
through an open

A Bird With Clipped Wings

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 the beauty out of you.

Leave the rubbles behind, freedom awaits

Clipped Wings

Trapped within flutter
    Unable to fly soul birds
        Languish like dead fish

Date March 22. 2017
Contest feelings

Fred's Wife Needed Her Wings Clipped Or Did She

Fred's Wife Needed Her Wings Clipped Or Did She


So it's men's bowling night out.
Usually Fred would bring his fan club,
his wife. 
But lately his wife needed her wings clipped.
She done Fred wrong.
Real bad, real bad
where Fred didn't come home for three days 
last week
After a night out of bowling the guys stop off
at the local

Clipped Wings

Clipped wings i see
Floating on the crest of winds alone
Soaring skies...free
Gliding through air 

Wonder why 
The bird does not fly away
Why she comes back 
And then i think about myself
Why am i where i am...
Are my wings clipped
Or otherwise
Are  thoughts strained
And feet restained
Are wings clipped
Or is
 The heart ripped.

Spread the wings and 
Fly away..

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