Short Pinions Poems
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F-orm
A-llows
I-t
T-o
H-ave
S-ensational
A-crostic
N-ote
T-ill
I-t
A-ccepts
G-inormous
O-pinions
Topic: Birthday of Faith Santiago (February 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Dawn chirps a melody
Birds of promise beckon me
High-fliers inspire emulators
to flap our wings, become creators
Ahead lies adventure
sunlight, the perfect mentor
In my pinions, the day awaits
rise and shine, tempt the fates
My Crumpled Wings
My crumpled wings
Quiver as pinions tremble
Bandaged by your balm
Brokenness shed to soar at dawn
5-10-22
Contest: Naani Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Four lines/14-25 total syllables
Syllables checked with howmany syllables
Syllable count 24
I feel like a rusty key
that cant open any door
You waylaid my cloudy kingdom
Your butter knife
cut through my land
Through a secret glade
between the hope and dust
I detest what I've become
I painted my dreams
and waited to see
This sloth what I've become
is driven by a hearse
amongst the heavy pinions
Soaring above the bushfire's flames,
astounded crows, blacker than charred
tree trunks, flap spectral wings.
Numb with loss, no caws drone out.
Wind rushes in updrafts from
the smoky heat: to rise as a vengeful spirit,
to hammer at fleeing pinions,
to witness aimless circles above coal black trees,
now absent of rough stick nests.
Suzanne Delaney
Some flower in the twilight,
the dark does not assault them
they succumb upon a dusky breath.
How unlike is the glaring light?
How it enslaves and pinions
each stem with a fiery eye.
Love mesmerized
yearns for the dark coverlets,
the secrecy of eventides.
Those brief nocturnal shallows
can hide a sorrow,
make you smile like the last rays
of a dying sun.
if you love me chor
mountains fly to Amaravati
pinions beat poem
if you love me chor
©rajat kanti chakrabarty
nov 2014
+chor=thief ( here,who steals a woman's heart)
++Amaravati is the kingdom of Lord Indra( King of Devas). Its the place where Devas (Hindu Pantheon)reside.
with apologies to Poe and Baum
Seventeen feathers*
is all that I need
to become a raven
instead of a crow.
A raven is majestic,
a crow just a crow~
they invade the cornfield
just to spite the scarecrow,
who cries out in despair:
it's a murder I fear,
please have a heart!
* The large primary flight feathers on the wing are called pinions; Ravens have 17 pinions while Crows have 16.