Best Constrict Poems

My words are not poisonous
I have a spider in my mouth
They are neither venomous
I rest a forked tongue between my teeth

My words are lovers
They sentence...

Read more of this work...

Villanelle: Stringent laws only serve to constrict the heart to hate
              ...

Read more of this work...

Solitary on my raft
Drifting peacefully away from the anguish towards sanctuary

The land becomes distant and harder to see.
Hurt subsides gradually and security softens my body...

Read more of this work...

Riding stormy winds to the past
 To find out how we lost our way
 How long did the great ones last
 Mayans left their pyramids...

Read more of this work...

Happiness rages outside smiles that wend ‘round my cracked doorway sirens fade from 
the street music stops commercials scream dissonant chords walk across cat eyes...

Read more of this work...

Don't let your dreams be drowned out by reality. 
If your bound up with daily drudge confound real life, set your dreams free.
Get off life's...

Read more of this work...

Not for the contest

No more do I despair 
writing for contests with an off the wall theme
Those that want me to create a nightmare
from what...

Read more of this work...

Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(Lights slowly rise on a lone figure, MICHAEL, hunched over a steering wheel. His knuckles are white against the worn...

Read more of this work...

I am sexually attracted to intelligence.

Intimate conversations springing from an

eloquent mind, undressing my conscience

and making love to my thoughts.

Giving me cerebral stimulating orgasms from

live interchange...

Read more of this work...

With its bite or baud or bit
It takes thick my stomach strict
When the mouse is there clicked
Then my brain is hard constrict
And my thoughts are...

Read more of this work...

Labyrinth of headache and heartache
Cold steel walls
Surrounding and compounding
Trapped passageways
Constrict and conflict

Navigating carefully
To avoid the hellish realms
Checking my three and my six
But still exist my...

Read more of this work...

Age is a snake that takes up residence,
just a small little snake, on your shoulders,
on the day you are born. Your radiance,
your energy and strength...

Read more of this work...

The Anatomy of a Kural: Maxim Number 245 (taken at random) of the Thirukkural, the Tamil Classic on Ethics by Thiruvalluvar 

allal arulaalvaarkku illai valivalangum

mallalmaa...

Read more of this work...

oh the distill
to fly the sky
I saw a garbage bag in the clouds

how could it makes it so hight
as I dropping my arms and legs
grew...

Read more of this work...

My mind is already at the finish line
Right before the gun fired
My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee 
what 
the 
hell...

Read more of this work...