Pinioned by chains of reason,
Shackled by rational thought,
We’re victims of what we believe,
And of all the lies we’re taught.
Categories:
pinioned, life,
Form: Rhyme
Inside this temple made of brick and clay
the many shades of your heart
are the prisms of my soul
Pinioned and shackled to your fires
we are vaulted by our own desires
two lovers breathing as one
Outside this prison of hell stands my nemesis
buried behind its boulders I am decaying
like a rotting apple de-pitted then discarded
Bitwise assaults to my soul,
I summon courage and finally break out
of this ridged corrugated pas-a-deux.
Categories:
pinioned, analogy, relationship,
Form: Free verse
"I will set you on my breath so YOU will become my life." Rumi
Inside this temple made of brick and clay
the many shades of your heart
are the prisms of my soul
Pinioned and shackled to your fires
we are vaulted by our own desires
two lovers breathing as one
Inhale me as you were to inhale a rose
take this stem without thorns
and press it to your bosom, LOVE*
For you are my heart
and your are my soul
pleasing you thus my only goal.
Categories:
pinioned, appreciation, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
I glide with agility and swiftness from azure height
With keen eyes intent on finding a morsel to devour
My screeching cries are echoed as blaring screams
On pinioned wings, I fly where hidden quarry lies
My shadow is feared by many on hills and fields
I watch tiny feet scurry in search of a place to hide
I am a red-tailed hawk, who's feathered plumage
is crimson as if painted by a master artist's hand
Songbirds stop trilling when I soar in the sky
Dreading they'd be on the menu as my next meal
My feathers have often made a fine poet's quill
I am beautiful and wild, revered, brazen and bold
With sharp talons, I am perched on an aspen branch
Meadow grasses beneath me, I search with inspection
I am a bird of prey that some have labeled a 'raptor'
but I'm busy building a nest with the help of my mate.
Categories:
pinioned, animal, bird,
Form: Personification
That night the lake was riddled with starlight
pinioned a million times to the iron face of space
The water was so clear it could reflect its own eyes
fish-eyes and the drowned watched from its towering depth
The long dissolved had transformed themselves
into the luminous optics of an adamantine mind
We stood watching the light-show hidden by our own shadows
our gaze filming the lake surfaces with a certain sheen
a membrane just opaque enough to be read
if we only understood how the eternal spoke
Categories:
pinioned, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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dark feathers in ice
pinioned maps to warmer climes
preserved until spring
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Date: December 28, 2022
Count: Syllablecounter.net
Categories:
pinioned, bird, flying, spring, strength,
Form: Haiku
ugh...
you again?
enough!
p l e a s e, enough...
writer's block!
just leave me alone.
r e m o v e...
the crippling hex
you've put on me.
I need no vacation!
q u i t
sucking dry
the ink in my pen;
allow it
to s k a t e
from point A to B!
let it flow freely,
I implore you...
just let it bleed!
you seem to
enjoy
sticking to me
like a stamp
on an envelope....
I need some room
to b r e a t h e!
please,
leave me alone!
q u i t
stifling
my creativity.
you've pinioned
the wings
of my imagination!
snip off the strings
so it takes flight
a g a i n.
bother me no more, I said.
leave
me
alone!
Date written: 11/15/2021
Categories:
pinioned, poetry, write,
Form: Free verse
These trembling lips cannot bear to remain mute
when their quivering begins in my deepest root
Surf upon the wave's crest of a stimulating ride,
Enter my secluded orchard upon a flowing tide
Saunter into my arbor and taste my honeyed fruit
Allow each nibble to entice with unbridled pursuit
Warm yourself in the sun as we sensually collide
Ripen with me until temptation is languidly descried
Inhale the fragrance of my skin on fleshly curves
Embrace the throbbing titillation of tingling nerves
Unshackle your heart, and have it not be denied
Caress every part of me as your fingertips glide
Hold my blossoms as they call to your heartstrings
Drink deeply of my nectar; flit your pinioned wings
Pluck me for your pleasure, with hands that shake
I await your touch; to relieve my heart of its ache
Categories:
pinioned, longing, lust,
Form: Romanticism
If a bird with pinioned wings
Could speak, instead of sing
And you ask it
What it feels like
To not be able to fly
It would probably tell you
It's just like being
Weighed down
By an elephantine rock
Unable to be lifted by a strong wind
When depression
Wrapped its tentacles around me
Several moons ago
I felt like a bird
Grounded
With pinioned wings
Struggling to take flight
But by the grace of God
Both my wings outstretched again
I've been flying ever since
MID DECEMBER ,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines
Spoinsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 12/06/2018
Categories:
pinioned, analogy, depression, freedom, happiness,
Form: Verse
1. CELESTIAL 2. BESMIRCH 3. PINION 4. THROES 5. SOJOURN 6. LISSOME 7. FIRMAMENT 8. REPOSE.
HE had just completed the FIRMAMENT
and everything CELESTIAL
The vegetational implements
and the living things beastial --
When the creature most LISSOME
Within skin utterly handsome
Enticed the first humans
To eat fruit forbidden.
Then, Adam and Eve, in the THROES
of their sin, could no more REPOSE
in the Garden that was Eden
And were summarily sent forth
to SOJOURN the vast Earth.
And the snake, justly BESMIRCHED,
was thereafter PINIONED to turf!
For Contest by John Hamilton
Categories:
pinioned, creation,
Form: Free verse
Winged Steeds of Mist
Out in the vales of freedom,
of rippled hills and plunging canyons,
there is nought but wind
to carve through the wild horse
Light mane, nostrils flared,
veins like sacred rivers;
heart with a hawk spirit
flight strikes music from
bright pinioned hooves
Coats of shimmering autumn,
pied shadows, blinding snow
Time and mist have scribbled fear
into the sinews
Winged at the first breaking
sounds of intrusion
fear of capture awakens a scream
far older than the sound it emits
escape,escape
pound,strive, wild horse
snort fire and acquire
the secret of flying
Categories:
pinioned, fear, flying, horse,
Form: Free verse
Assuming hand from above
guiding fretful pinioned glove
past waltzing pines and drunken oaks,
cheerful friends yet frightened folk.
Swelling fear puffs spotted breast,
no watchful eye, no woven nest.
Sharply shoved by hurried gust
and mistral maidens in a huff,
who twirl up toward yellow glare
to greet abashed doldrum air.
Green eye below, delusions home,
blue eye above, illusions roam
which flit and fly it seems with ease
Yet Freedom answers to the breeze.
Categories:
pinioned, bird, flying, freedom, nature,
Form: I do not know?
The call of the muezzin, drifting over the wall,
mixes with the odors
of diesel, cooking oil, and humanity,
as I watch a lone kite flying above low houses,
a smear of red across dun colored hovels,
crouched against barren mountains,
jagged like broken molars,
and imagined it to be a sun spotted apparition,
the mazy soul of the city,
tethered, wind whipped, straining,
and I long to sever the string,
turn it aloft to jetstreamed freedom,
high cried,
tear dried,
childhood...
denied,
and only barely notice,
the kite,
torn, landfallen,
twisted on a high wire like a kestrel pinioned,
and the sun sets.
Categories:
pinioned, memory, war,
Form: Prose Poetry
He is cocooned in a case as black
as a moonless night.
He slumbers without rest,
pinioned by arms of time,
released only by her flesh and blood.
Now summoned by her hands, he struggles to life,
dancing to her tune,
played with perforced, rhymed meters...and she smiles.
His black feckless eyes peer into crowds,
his head turning to see- yet blind.
Boneless limbs jerked to life, pulled by strings,
lips parting-breathless- gasping-
longing for touch, but cannot feel.
His silent burden yearns to wail like a
mistress discarded in the night- yet speechless.
Her words spoken, echoed in his
hollow chest...and she smiles.
Had he a soul, it would beckon freedom,
an abandoned tomb from endless journeys
traveling roads to nowhere, into foreign worlds
teething on hope, to taste the sweet nectar
of a new destiny.
Oh to hear the racket and
clatter of life- yet deaf.
His performance is ended, now to be crumpled
into the ebony vault. She brushes dust from his
sleeve and his heart tumbles to the floor...and she smiles.
Categories:
pinioned, courage, dark, destiny, emotions,
Form: Free verse
"Millions of minions, pinioned by their sickened dominions,
asking for the opinions of popular Virginians who reside
in the capitals and Capitol of our nation's vacant soul!--
Millions of minions in search of a perch, it can be white
birch, black birch, or even a church, all looking for ways
to pad their padded pockets, it's all a rigged game in the
game of loaded dockets!"
"Excuse me sir...
But will you sit down and please shut up--
Now's not the time for civilian positions on race, religion,
or social conditions; it's best you put a lid on it because
in here there's absolutely only one opinion to which you
better da'mn well listen--
There's no talking in the theater! Now be a good Minion
and enjoy the show."
February 17, 2016
Categories:
pinioned, satire,
Form: Free verse
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