Best Constraints Poems
In four and sixty syllables
He strains to squeeze some thoughts profound
Into unyielding manacles
Of 8x8 form, tightly-bound.
He seeks to hand-pick words that sound
Unforced by metric obstacles
That sing and sensibly expound -
In short, do verbal miracles!
Categories:
constraints, writing,
Form:
Lay
The goal of being is a task
assigned by those who know best
from the rules put to page
bringing most to broad dismay
to be unique is not a goal
exalted above those below
to be set in boxes with four walls
much like a prison where dreams die
bars for windows lest birds fly
escape to the sky far above
still the freedom may be dreamed
from the comfort of velvet chains
embrace the freedom now denied
pass through to the other side
disavow the harsh request
be the person behind constraints.
Categories:
constraints, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Thy birth on January 13th –
cervical contractions
would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove
to synchronize seminal bait
thence, forty-two weeks
after ma parents did pro create
imminent lviii plus years ago to date,
this present baby boomer doth
indubitably and inherently equate
nineteen hundred and fifty nine
bequeathed birthed mine kempf ill fate
neurological manifestation,
sans obsessive compulsive did grate
behavioral motif and analogous
to frontispiece per story I hate
of my life and hard times,
when all of a sudden out blue irate,
the onset of emotional nadir,
where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood
decrying, detonating,
and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe
and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral hemi
sphere inroads usurped no delay
riding roughshod via synapse straits sporting
scoring sorties using every
axe n newer on dread did
Swiss hide dill naught
to decimate with spirited ghost
of William Tecumseh Sherman
determination tuff flay
leaving not one iota (oft times)
referenced as gray
matter unaffected quite aware
of rebellious confederated voices
yelling “HOORAY”
Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication
incorporating connection between anterior
cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity
bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges)
greater activity upon basal ganglia, which
synoptic description does nothing to alter
the predisposition to ingress of un control
able imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical
fixation particularly during onset of puberty,
when an emotional kamikaze nose dive
at nadir of near lifelessness, the shadow
of me former self nowhere tubby found
on account of deadly symbiotic relationship.
Categories:
constraints, growth, hate, hurt, self,
Form:
Bio
I was a soul born in chaos
my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal
I have been blasted by forces
outside of my own natures call
and yet I can see the raw beginning
of a mind fluid
with the elements of the cosmos
this "life" has been an experience of
implosions , explosions , explorations
bombardment , impartment , eruption
corruption , inattention , and deliberations
my consciousness is aware of it's implications
my judgments categorize the experiences
such as a minute star is transformed
by the particles and forces
to which it is subjected
So too are we
but cosmological law
is annulled in it's full power
when in contact with chaos
I am fully cognizant of both
moral and cosmological law
I can jump off a cliff
or commit violence upon humans
I can actually pervert
the substance of cosmos where I reside
instead of planting , growing , harmonizing
refining my alignment with nature
I can poison , deform and subject
every participation to destruction
and as long as mankind's children
continue in the predator mentality
of their six thousand year experiments
of every violation of that which they should love
I am in total agreement with nature
that which is destructive to growth
needs removal , only with mankind
removal is "replacement" of ideology
a transformation of perspective and viewpoints
where the mind finds it desirable
to increase the beauty of LIFE
and not to poison it's fluid
the superlative and majestic cosmos
that our tinkering seeks to dissect
manipulate , rearrange it's manifestations
and in reflection this one thought
is of itself an infinitesimal insignificance
when standing before the face of LIFE
but it is my thought , my mind and
created by the most intensive force that
exists among mankind , LOVE of LIFE
HOPE in LIFE , and the seeking of every
manifestation of it's Glory
no man has seen God
but we at great length consider
all that we may perceive that to be ...
COPYRIGHT © 2015
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence
Categories:
constraints, christian, creation, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication incorporating connection between anterior cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges) greater activity upon basal ganglia, which synoptic description does nothing to alter the predisposition to ingress of uncontrollable imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical fixation particularly during onset of puberty, when an emotional kamikaze nose dive at the nadir of near lifelessness, the shadow of me former self nowhere tubby found on account of deadly symbiotic relationship asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milkmaids, or rather pressing said resources sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous, and horrendous self destructive antics, where ballistic charges drugged eminent domain former nerve cell size occupants, thoroughly re-engineering sense and sensibility with pride fullness and prejudice on par with dousing one with an opiate that completely upends functioning healthily, judging lovingly, and managing productively versus expending precious time and energy self absorbed into manic, neurotic, and/or psychotic actions, manners, thoughts, et cetera, which irrationality got embedded within the neurological interstices, which even as of this moment hound me akin to wild beasts circling ever closer to launch mortal kombat against their very housing.
Categories:
constraints, addiction, age, anger, angst,
Form:
Bio
Lost in the euphoria of love
Swimming like the river had no endings
Regardless of the story fate would always have to tell
I was entangled by the hooks of her warm embrace
I dangled in the mingle feeling like i had an angle
Only but to find out that i was just jingling across the jungle
I never believed little lights could shine so bright
To even blinding the hearts of the pages
Making standing monuments go lame so easily
Not until the day my ears tasted bitter waters
Oh! how can i forget my dark morning?
when the bird had no wings to fly again
Sitting on top of the tree of shame and regrets
Deeply wounded by the biting words of friends and rivals
I was forced to spontaneously feel like ****
Because my scale of preference was turned to my opportunity cost
Then i knew "fate always has a story to tell"
Categories:
constraints, lost love,
Form:
An inner impediment to sex…
I am not comfortable with you like this.
My attractions are so profound.
However, I do not want to be denied.
You see I know you have been around.
I heard you telling my brother about how she clowned.
For reasons I knew you and she was having sex and she acted like a *****.
These are my hang-ups.
She was attracted to you as a thug.
You just a little too much to participate in extreme love.
You may say I am different.
Might this be the case?
I do not want to overhear my name being converse in a similar way.
You know I lack experience and that makes me spontaneous.
We do have freedoms.
Sexual impulsiveness is a realm of new identities.
I am young and carefree; however, I like my privacy.
May I be shy just until I find a man that meets my requirements.
A safe haven is harbors front.
I am not for inhibitions.
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PENNED ON JULY 31, 2014!
Categories:
constraints, conflict, deep, desire, future,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical
impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity
whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff
quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk
maids, or rather pressing said resources,
sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous,
and horrendous self destructive antics,
where ballistic charges drugged eminent
domain former nerve cell size occupants,
thoroughly re-engineering sense and sensibility
with pride fullness and prejudice on par
with dousing one with opiate completely
upends functioning healthily, judging lovingly,
and managing productively versus expending
precious time and energy self absorbed
into manic, neurotic, and/or psychotic actions,
manners, thoughts, et cetera, which irrationality
got embedded within the neurological interstices,
even as of this moment hound me
akin to wild beasts circling ever closer
to launch mortal kombat against their very housing.
Categories:
constraints, absence, age, creation, depression,
Form:
Bio
Thy birth on January 13th – cervical contractions would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove to synchronize his seminal bait
thence, forty-two weeks after ma parents did pro create
Imminent lviii plus years ago to date
this present baby boomer doth indubitably and inherently equate
Nineteen hundred and fifty nine bequeathed birthed mine kempf ill fate
neurological manifestation sans obsessive compulsive did grate
behavioral motif and analogous to frontispiece per the story I hate
of my life and hard times, when all of a sudden out the blue irate.
Categories:
constraints, character, conflict, courage, crazy,
Form:
Bio
I dream in the morning
As lowly constructs constrain at night
Coercing my memory:
Death's cousin makes me their dancing fool
As a child, I had nightmares and thieves--
They indulged their appetites from my solace
Now, I only dream in the daylight
For my sleeping beauty calls me at night
"My Heart Is Unobtainable," she says
I wake as I had gone to sleep--
I do not dream of intangible mystery:
Not flying cows, or Dali's Persistence of Memory
I ask: are sleep and rest mutually exclusive?
For, the night owns my mind
Each night, I recall my dreams of old
My subconscious repeats their feckless words:
'My sleeping beauty never wakes
And soon, I will recall
I know this much, we both are fakes...
We never feel at all'...
Categories:
constraints, allegory, anxiety, dream, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
the onset of emotional nadir,
where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood
decrying, detonating, and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe
and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral hemi
sphere inroads usurped no delay
riding roughshod via synapse straits sporting
scoring sorties using every
axe n newer on dread did Swiss hide dill naught
to decimate with Sherman determination tuff flay
leaving not one iota (oft times) referenced as gray
matter unaffected quite aware
of rebel voices yelling “HOORAY”
Categories:
constraints, birth, body, boy, character,
Form:
Bio
In this complex box of world,
compact box of world,
where all are jumbled – fumbled,
where the mightier reign their voice,
others adore their choice,
how? how can I guide you to nail
a steadfast identity,
a fixed poetic self?
I dreamed,
as a young poet, bearded like a pard.
I stood at an imagined crossroad …
read name posts, hanging higher:
Satire - Beauty - Tragedy
not knowing on which one to go,
but I wanted to make a choice:
the right choice, only one choice.
“Satire” – I knew can lead me to be
A satirist, a wordsmith very rude,
We met in Thesmophoriazusae
Or in Shadwell’s aching bruise.
A satirist comes with a plan to hurt,
With an utterly smelly line of dirt,
A truly an innocent, honest heart
And to rot his own heart and art.
“Beauty” – a greener, flowery path,
with a dreamy, fairy castle in its end
I knew I can lead me to be
a beautician.
I felt I can cover a spoiled city of stench
with a magical carpet with soft fur,
and being at a distant, adore its glory,
a dreamy, fairy, flurry castle.
Tossed I my head, “I’m not for that”.
The pothole road in mid I knew
would lead me to be a tragedian,
and walk amidst the public,
tossing….
a bomb,
or with a tripod camera,
and wait till the enemy comes.
Challenging and difficult it might be,
yet I thought a tragedian I should be,
a social critic, a fighter against injustice.
That’s history. That was my dream.
- a living, breathing daydream -
I believe now
a poet
has no bounds, no limits, no constraints,
no fixed identities.
In this compact
box of world, I want to be slippery.
Slippery I will be as a fish, and will slip ……
and … shift through identities,
shuttle between poetic selves,
to live, just to survive, avoiding briers,
for my wounds still bleed … still ache.
* A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 30, 2020)
Dec. 17, 2020
Your Advice To The Youth Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
constraints, confusion, dream, identity, poets,
Form:
Lyric
Let that myth die that rhymes freedom refrain,
That, grammar a sonnet’s sweetness fetter,
That, pen’s creativity they constrain,
Nay, they add to their beauty, scarce deter.
The metre that appears to restrain,
In truth, entices a sonnet to sing,
For, where would pleasure be if there’s no pain?
To autumn’s ache owes the splendour of spring.
Strings get tuned only when chords suffer strain,
A sonnet, when goes through its tests of fire,
Ah heaven-sent blessing they all, no bane,
Rhymes boost sonnet’s spell much like temple’s spire,
Let no lyrics claim free reign of a crown,
Lest their free will pull the poesy down.
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Sonnet |10.06.2024| poetry, poesy
Categories:
constraints, beauty, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Life is rarely fair:
folks aren't keen to share;
thinking only of themselves.
We could change that part:
if we'd merely start
thinking outside of ourselves.
Good guys finish last;
a perspective cast
in stone, by a creed of greed.
But random kind acts
create little cracks;
to sow humanity's seed.
We believe we're souls
playing mortal roles;
rehearsed on the stage of life.
And yet, we woo Death,
up to our last breath;
exalting both gun and knife.
Most don't tout evil,
nor seek upheaval:
but we're certainly not Saints.
When wealth and lust tempt:
many feel exempt
from moral-imposed constraints.
Categories:
constraints, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
O, dear soul, who besieged your path to undress you?
And bound your hands with threads of sorrow anew.
To shatter your hopes, where sickening darkness blends,
A dreadful cloak that flails the joy your life tends.
Who finds rest when goodness is pushed away,
Replaced by solitude that lands with a heavy sway?
We all are victims, dare to face your shadows trailing,
Before they rend your hopes with spears wailing.
If pain thrust your nerves through the night,
Alone on that bed, sleepless - immersed in plight,
With looming doubts, know - it’s a tide we all feel,
Do not budge in despair, to God appeal.
Copyright 2023
Categories:
constraints, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme