Long Chain Poems
Long Chain Poems. Below are the most popular long Chain by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Chain poems by poem length and keyword.
Popping out from under time's ruffled sun
a regally vested, chit-chatty Robin.
Cheerily navigating the lemon lime grass.
Perhaps looking for a beetle or crumb.
He daintily hip-hopped into my ring
on legs of beige twigs and lute strings.
Gently tilting a Tiffany-kissed beak.
Offering a daisy chain of silvery peeps.
I thought him just another avian busker
hustling up a mate and something to eat.
I'd little to offer and vigorously apologized.
He just glanced toward his robin egg sky.
Then offered me, in pastels, a Basho haiku.
I volleyed back with crayon-streaked senryu.
Before gliding off to sweet memory land,
he gifted an orange gem from his regal vest.
I considered this day to be impeccably blessed
by Lord Robin of the lemon-lime grass.
A True Story
Torn apart a heart, not a soul,
you struggle.
No matter, you stay the course
stay whole.
Blue eyes brash, brazen,
ashen blonde hair
fight the establishment
“What the hell did you care!”
Cut the heads of the parking meters
like the Red Queen in Alice,
a laughing lunatic drunk on inequity
for that you get a chain gang,
no King's palace.
Even incarcerated you nobly rise.
Tyranny can not your spirit abide.
You run, you loose, your life controlled
a prisoner in the south’s underbelly.
You’re not paroled.
And, in the end you’re told
“Only bastards and cream rise, George.”
And, you’re neither.
And, so you see
I rationalize my success
and my failure for
neither am I.
You called to share you miss your family.
Crying, you choked that you wanna come home,
want home to be more than just fantasy
and wish to end your long bi-polar roam.
I know you’ve no address or even comb,
so, say, are your words styrofoam or chrome?
Brother, you’ve pressed my sibling love button,
so well-worn from emotional pressing.
I am not a dysfunction scene glutton,
but how I now hope your call’s a blessing!
Ten years have my bro-miss feel progressing.
God help me, I want what you’re expressing.
Many are the miles separating us,
but no state-count can break our sibling chain.
You talk of making can cash for a bus,
then share problems with liver, heart and brain,
say you’re hospitalized and termed insane.
My own tears swell with new hope and old pain.
Hold tight Bro, I will drive straight on to you,
cherish you, share all we knew and loved thru.
... CayCay Jennings
January 26, 2018
As the winds breathe heavily darkened within fury
Moaning filled with clouds begins speaking
Through stormy turbulent assaults with waves that kill
A ballad is blown away like feathers from angels wings
Rain falling heavily driven by natures unyielding force
Trees bend to salute the host's almighty anger
Hurricane's orchestra romancing chaos turns
Striking tempest flashing lightening power of creation speaks
Rumbling voices roaring echoes carried from the heaven's
The action and power of love both earthly and heavenly
Crackling forks sparking separating inside an air like music dawns
Floods flow down a neck chain around the mountain's face
Rushing to an ocean's source where it's kissed by the salt of grace
Washed in a seabed finding her resting place safe inside an oyster
Enormous waves sad and monotonous, which eventually dies
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
14.09. 2017
tristich unrhymed
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
#The_begining_of_my_end
Listen to the echoes of my heart, something of great magnitudes, swifts by, my grounds are shifting, my spirit tilting, gripping my least to witnessing this phenomenal presence, hook me to the air, as I gasp for my stand, a chance to say I too have witnessed
Her tiny soul dipping eyes, I'm subjected with perforations on my spirit. When I flip to her sight, my whole twist, to bowing if not worshipping her fragmented frame of distance awe, seal my eyes, I have seen enough to last me my eternity. Strap my wings, no sky of earth is worth my hovering beyond this. Chain my legs and throw away the keys, I have walked into my enough, my last lap.
Come closer and witness the overflow in my heart, to its brim, it has been filled. Listen closer, the rumbling sound of jubilation, something is been celebrated in my heart beat, a presence so immeasurable,
Seal my heart, I have shed enough love already. Seal my eyes, I have seen enough already. Weld my ears, I have heard enough already. Block my brains, I have thought enough. Take away my pen, I have written enough poems, this is the beginning of my end
#Poetic_Ink
around her neck
she wears her heart
dangled on a silver chain
the pink of polished quartz
-- more valuable than any treasure --
the special gift she gave
her precious daughter
now each caress awakens memories
of Sophie’s laughter and
million dollar smile
in the blissfully awaited moment
of forgotten visits to the cancer ward
she can still see Sophie
blowing out her birthday candles
her eyes lit up with joy
and when she clasped the chain
around Sophie’s tiny neck
how proud she looked!
how Sophie shone with glee
but she’d never see another birthday
Sophie was destined to remain forever four
and around mom’s neck
she wears her heart
dangled on a silver chain
AP: 1st place 2021
Cursed at birth, of anguish no dearth
For parents a liability, subject to partiality
Her studies are curtailed, her ambitions derailed
Childhood spent on household chores
Serving males one of her chores
Bound by chain, her childhood is slain!
Oh! The anguish, the pain...
After marriage another agony begins
Criticised endlessly, hurting words stings
Beaten by husband, living in fear
A busy life, eyes filled with tear
No house of her own, can't run away
Unemployment, illiteracy comes in her way
Bound by chain, she is endlessly slain!
Oh! The anguish, the pain...
Restrictions in dressing, restrictions in movements, restrictions in mannerisms, special rules and regulations...
Despite this she is forcibly plundered
Her only sign of life, her body is devoured
Bound by chain, her body is slain
Oh! The anguish, the pain...
Men are superior, she has to obey their order
A rapist, a beater, are men superior?
Insensitive to feelings and tear, are men superior?
How is she inferior can anybody explain?
Why only on her are placed so many restrain?
By not keeping her in equal plane, humanity is slain
Oh the anguish, the pain...
Oh women! Break the shackles of chain!
Now onwards, the slayer must be slain!
Fight for your daughter's education
Teach her self defence and protection
Teach your son's to feel and respect emotion
When our children we properly train
No woman will ever be in pain
Pure happiness will reign.
Date: 8/20/2020
Excerpts from "Cordoba"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
What shall I call you,
but the nightingale's desire?
The morning breeze was your nativity,
an afternoon garden, your sepulchre.
My tears welled up like dew,
till in my abandoned heart your rune grew:
this memento of love,
this spray of withered roses.
Ehad-e-Tifli (“The Age of Infancy”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The earth and the heavens remained unknown to me,
My mother's bosom was my only world.
Her embraces communicated life's joys
While I babbled meaningless sounds.
During my infancy if someone alarmed me
The clank of the door chain consoled me.
At night I observed the moon,
Following its flight through distant clouds.
By day I pondered earth’s terrain
Only to be surprised by convenient explanations.
My eyes ingested light, my lips sought speech,
I was curiosity incarnate.
Excerpt from Rumuz-e bikhudi (“The Mysteries of Selflessness”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Like a candle fending off the night,
I consumed myself, melting into tears.
I spent myself, to create more light,
More beauty and joy for my peers.
Longing
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Lord, I’ve grown tired of human assemblies!
I long to avoid conflict! My heart craves peace!
I desperately desire the silence of a small mountainside hut!
Life Advice
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This passive nature will not allow you to survive;
If you want to live, raise a storm!
Destiny
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Isn't it futile to complain about God's will,
When you are indeed your own destiny?
Keywords/Tags: Urdu, Hindi, translation, English, rose, roses, withered roses, nightingale, desire, breeze, garden, nativity, cradle, infancy, heart, tears, dew, rain, rainfall, longing, conflict, tumult, peace, life, life advice, live, nature, survive, survival, storm, destiny, God, God's will, silence, Iqbal, Urdu, Hindi, death, destiny, chain, life, love, word, God, rose, wine, prophet, music, joy, song, soul
Liberty on a pedestal but her chains are hidden
We built our walls of fear, not stone,
And called them safety, called them home.
While liberty stood watching, mute,
As we forged golden shackles to
Protect ourselves from phantom threats.
The eagle with clipped wings still soars
In memory and faded song,
But cannot reach the heights once known
When boundless skies invited flight.
We trade our voices for a peace
That echoes hollow in the night.
Each right surrendered—small at first—
Until the weight of all we've lost
Becomes the chain we drag behind.
Silent statues weep at dusk,
Their copper dreams corroded now.
Freedom's torch extinguished by
The very hands that raised it high.
Yet hope remains in whispered words,
In those who question, those who stand.
For liberty, though bound, still breathes
And waits for hands to break these chains.????????????????
When I was young I loved opening a new box of dominoes from the store
and setting them up in different patterns all across the floor.
After setting up every domino in the box…every domino…one and all…
I’d topple the first one into the second…sit back…and watch all the dominoes fall.
The older I got the more intricate and spiraling designs I would erect…
just for the opportunity to feel the domino effect.
The domino effect, as everybody knows,
is when one event triggers similar related events…like falling dominoes.
The funny thing about the domino effect…something I wish more of us knew…
is that it doesn’t just work with dominoes…it works with people too.
If one person does something kind for another person…
even someone they don’t know…
that simple act of kindness acts like a domino.
Once that person feels the effects of that kindness…before that feeling is gone…
the domino effect compels them to pass that feeling on.
And on and on one act of kindness topples into another…kindnesses large and small
and one happily never knows with that one act of kindness…how far the dominoes will fall.
In theory that one simple act of kindness…from the moment of its origin…it’s birth…
could trigger a chain reaction of kindness that travels to all corners of the Earth.
When you think about it….imagine what this chain reaction of kindness could do
and while your at it imagine if today…that first domino…is you.