Best Constraining Poems
Free me from servitude of constraining boundaries
Guiding life’s journey, questing meadows pristine,
Beyond void of nothingness, afar hills of misery,
Rescuing from oblivion, from doorways of abyss,
From pathos of mortality, from realm so ordinary,
Take me, sweet fairy, beyond world of drudgery.
Thrusting spirit of vitality, show me where to exit,
For verdant prairies burbling streams of serenity
Buoying ambrosial instincts of ethereal themes,
Seeking supernatural intrigue of esoteric dreams
Vying ecstatic feelings blossoming dawns of bliss;
Take me, sweet fairy, to the frontiers of tranquility.
Navigate me away from emptiness roiling destiny,
Away from the distraught flaunting pride egoistic,
Away from ambitions yearning things materialistic
On the wings of enlightenment leading to harmony,
Transporting to transcendence~ heavenly, idyllic;
Take me, sweet fairy, to peacefulness of sanctity.
Lift me above darkness of life’s tenebrous clouds,
Enlighten visage of impercipient, ignorant shrouds,
Attaining equilibrium within purpose and meaning
Discarding grievances that steal virtuous equities;
Take me to nirvana ~ to paradise of utopian peace,
Take me, sweet fairy, to domain of blissful ecstasy.
September 15, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Take Me to Nirvana
Shame,
a shroud,
has fabric
woven from the
dark, anguished threads of
self-recriminations
and of inadequacies.
Caught in its twist, the frail weave on,
constraining themselves in self-loathing.
Unravel fibers of despair. . . Unveil!
For Skat's Any Old Poem #7 Poetry Contest
My future happiness depended upon school,
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision,
So that I could have autonomy in my garments.
I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked,
But were unspeakably forceful poignantly,
Regarding who was going to dress and shower me:
Women, not men who could interact with me perfectly.
I wasn’t asking for all male carers,
Just one or two out of maybe five,
And I even offered to employ male nurses,
Rather than just anybody alive.
But my mum was disgusted at my suggestion,
Said it turned her stomach and made her ill,
Posited that I was not in my right mind,
Said that I made her queasy and gave her a chill.
The school’s social services seemed traditional,
Just like their toilet facilities, old and outdated;
The social worker had white, permed curly hair,
And so for parent disputes you could be slated.
So I never got the help I required and needed,
For my first care package at Glasgow University,
So I suffered from rejection, shortness and selfishness,
From my carers who were supposed to offer identity.
The wardens made it better for me every day,
Reprimanded them for disrespect and impoliteness,
But I never even imagined that voluntary carers,
Could suffice for my own future astuteness.
It upset my whole life, the schools neglect and indifference,
When I think that living success could have been sorted out,
My personal dignity and freedom could have been secured,
With a bit of determination and secular, atheistic liberal clout.
School is really just about your future,
It claims it by its very definition,
And the whole child should be taken and loved,
Not just his or her abilities with cognition.
Joy* midst Scriptures’ meditation
Communing with God during moments of devotion
Listening to His voice for divine instruction
While drawing nigh to Him plight’s intention
Cognizant that He hearkens to sincere supplication
Geared toward worshipful dedication…
Oh, strengthening gladness of the Lord in action
Empowers my faith for work fruition
Along His gracious constraining motion
Subduing slothfulness’ perdition.
*Nehemiah 8:10 … the joy of the LORD is your strength.
August 4, 2019
"DMT (Dimethyltryptamine) is a hallucinogenic tryptamine drug that occurs naturally in many plants and animals. It is also referred to as the "spirit molecule" due to the intense psychedelic experience."
...but in the poetic world or my world, it stands for Dimensional Mind Transference...Do not try this at home Boys & Girls...unless you get a mind-meld from Son of Spock lol...
This is my first attempt at a ~ Triple decker internal monorhymed reversible in an alliteration format...the first, middle and last words are monorhymed...in alliteration form and can be read backward...
No DMT was used in the making of this poem...well lol
Regulating realities restraining regularities ruling
Creating concepts constraining consumptions choosing
Alternating anomalies abstaining algorithms assuming
Pulsating parallels pertaining paradigms pursuing
Imaginations inventing inspirational insightful imagery
Vibrations virtual visitational viewing vicinity
Foundations fluctuating formational Fibonaccical facsimile
Sensations stimulating sensational sensorial symmetry
This verse can also be read backward
Jan.14.2020
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for contest
If you don't know
You will see me
And mellow.
Your smiles i smile,
Your pains i pain,
Therefore you see me so right,
So bright like a light.
That exactly it potents,
It also forecast a mission so challenged,
By strong forces unknown,
Constraining my every positive movement,
Seen and unseen.
If you don't know
You will think i smile,
I cry inside of me,
Waiting for a joyful deliverance.
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Yet another poem for addicts, every day,
remorseful addicts cry. help one by your side to smile,
please try....
On His Final Journey
Drifting ruminations freely wander
amid vanishing rays of Sun Ra
Thrusted beyond constraining clouds
probing the enigmatic moon
Hoping like incessantly undulating liquid
from a surging waterfall
Inner eye unveils the essence of a man
who for eons remained silent
Resembling his distinct familiar face
from a distance stood her true love
Parting muted lips a smile illuminates
the darkest stars in heaven
Arms outstretched as his tears well
eager to amend a fractured heart
Conceding defeat to forsaken wishes
he ascended beyond a cloud
A woman impassioned craves
the homecoming of this precious entity
She must repudiate wretched emotions
he has embarked on his Final Journey
Heralded by a harbinger of doom
destiny upholds this disheartening truth
Expectation conjures delusion
deceiving her vision invoking salvation
11/22/2017
11:32 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
I am going to write about liberty
When do you have liberty?
When God liberated you
or when you liberated you?
When God does, my friend
You can liberate yourself all you want
But not until He liberated you
You would feel true liberation
What does liberated mean?
It means that you are free from any negative thoughts
Because you don't care
It does not affect you
God made it so
It means you are free from any restraining, constraining
Because the One above has given it to you
It means you can think, do without any limitations
Because the One before you has gone in front of you
And the One after you has gone after you
- to clean the mess
Just kidding
I don't know what He does
But yeah He will go in front, above, and after you
to take care of you
And all you do is just be
Be who He wants you to be
Be who that you truly are
And be whatever
Do whatever
God does not turn the tide unless He wants to
God does not want to do anything until He is ready to
But He will walk you through when the time comes
That is a true beauty of God
He just gives
And we don't have to ask or nothing
He would walk you through
True living in the palm of God
Yeah, my friend - you fit right there
Me too
I could just see Him blowing on me
Hanging on
Gentle breeze
No problem
I can see it God
Me fitting in your palm
With You blowing on me
Ahhh
I do hunger and yearn for the Almighty’s righteousness
To enjoy His offered relationship-graciousness
Only He can fill my soul’s grievous emptiness
Midst my heart’s need for total forgiveness
With His redemption-completeness.
I now hunger for God’s approval that brings Him glory
By faith’s appetite, vanquishing unbelief-misery…
Trusting His promises of enriching treasury
In proclaiming His Gospel story
I reach-out by His victory!
I earnestly hunger for the Lord’s commendation
Propelled by His prudence in my motivation
Constraining me toward holiness-direction
To love Him with sincere devotion
Satisfied by His compassion.
I indeed hunger for the Saviour’s strength toward service endurance
Believing that His omnipotence girds my weakness-appearance
Privileged am I to labour through His power’s assurance
Defying my arrogance as well as ignorance
In my gratitude’s exuberance.
I'm always hungering for Christ’s favor in my spiritual fulfillment
Cognizant that He delights in my Spirit-driven accomplishment;
His divine admonition gears me to His kingdom advancement
Including His merciful rebuke, reproof and chastisement
Upholding my stewardship commitment.
*Matthew 5:6 Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
July 23,2019
2nd place, "Hunger" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/18/2019.
missing something
I am not sad
little worried, but I am not ...
... just missing ... you know
and afraid
because
for what you're leaving unfinished
you are sentenced to be only half human
and you didn't let me even once to say goodbye
even once
I don't want to be half human
by water preordained for persuasion
I searched for you
I really did
so intense that in the way the very purpose abandoned itself
release me from your rush conviction
I am the product of circumstances that shaped my life
and consolation is not reason good enough for
constraining my eyes all over again
simply because of possibility that
by kneeling over granular salt
they could washed out that feeling
which possessed me every time when you let things to happen
I really hope that you aren't letting them go
only because
I look good in black
Two sparrows on the beach,
Glittery over their peaks,
Amused over crashes,
Inseparably,they excite themselves beyond watches,
The breeze blows wind towards their directions,
Red and white feathers,
I'm jealous of what they are enjoying,
It's like Adam meeting Eve the first time,
Greed in the males heart pulls line,
Fears to lose a pretty pie,
Chipping the edges of a coconut husk,
Feeds the lady with care and strong task,
How marvelous of constraining debris from their eyes,
It trays under their segmental reviews of lights,
Moving in triangles came feeble nights,
Pulled wings to hug themselves in skies,
Can't explain the magic caused by their intention,
Overlayed with incomparable affection,
Erratic rains on their demonstrable love fringe,
Yet,zeal screens on their solemn cringe,
The female sings to empower the lover for proximity,
Since she knew that could be a hilarious jingle,
"Did I confute anything against you",sounded to vertices,
The male bird whispered gracefully,
"No you've not" ,gladly she responded,
About breathe,closer did they split hatred,
The tendency of a close up,
Introduced a table of veracity,
Against hatred,they fled to stay permanent on a bough
Falcon called out,no reply,
Against decrees,they've made it a role of wearing seductive collection,
Night fell when they won a petition,
Their home was amended with contention,
Brilliant in their free retention.
That's what they say to me,
Writing verse that does not conform,
Style which doesn't comply with their old dead masters,
Using formats that threaten aged literary girdles,
So long ago having lost their stretch,
Constraining brains to the point of not thinking,
Afraid to lose trainees whose minds walk in lock step,
Imaginations dying at the end of a branch that no longer grows,
Clinging to purist letters on wrinkled pages,
While mavericks like me frighten them with one simple word,
Change.
Note: And so critic friends, actually I am so dam happy my mind
is free of your ancient rules.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
The Almighty’s love*
sublime, gloriously divine
awesomely magnificent
overlooked my human nature's defiled stature
to re-create me --- to be His peculiar child.
God’s love, so wondrous
redeeming transgressors from sin’s wages
assures me peaceful bliss, heavenly indeed
when I accepted His offered pardon
that ransomed my soul.
With the Lord’s great love
intensifying His truth and grace
my faith, midst turbulent, doubt-stricken world
is secured, braced by His boundless compassion
against jeering hatred of skepticism's mockery.
By Christ’s love, precious
exemplified through His sacrifice
I'm granted everlasting life
with satisfying abundance
overtaking vanity's worthlessness.
Love of the Master, ceaselessly enabling
transforming perfectly
toward joyous ministerial servanthood
settles my devotion's fulfillment
stamped by His approval, making me yielded to Him.
Gripped with Jesus’ love
constraining through His mercy
I share His care’s gift
prompted by His goodness-fervor
while repenting from carnal selfish pursuits.
Gratefully joyous
I praise God, genuine love’s Source
Charity's omnipotent Alpha and Omega
verily deserving of my wholehearted adoration ---
without Him and His lovingkindness, I am nothing.
*Ephesians 2:4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us…; 3:17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love; 3:19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God; 4:2 With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love; 4:15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.
July 23, 2019
Edited on November 11, 2019
2nd place, "Love is the Answer" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 11/19/2019.
Christ’s constraining love* sublime
Frees my heart from guilt’s fetters
Enclosing me with His grace
To enjoy His peace.
Around my Lord’s divine care
My soul seeks great revival
Toward fiery service-bliss
Against sin’s venom.
*Ephesians 2:4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us.
July 5, 2019
Honorable Mention, "1400 Brian Strand" Poetry Writing Contest
Judged on 8/4/2025
To celebrate cerebration is my intent
There is no pattern, no meter needed here
No rhyme to strain for lest I swallow an iambus
Since a foot in my mouth is not masticatable.
Convention is but a hindrance
And form is restraining
As custom is constraining
To conform is to die.
I will not live dying-ly
Audacity forever is my motto
Morality in verse is not prerequisite
And I will kill any attempt to submit to such an evil abeyance.