Best Hampering Poems
Conjuring anxiety, obstructing path of hope,
A quivering hesitation, frightened to cope;
Fear is omnipresent causing anguished moan
Agitating aspirations in distress of unknown.
Fear is darkness, a trepidation upon norm,
Worrisome, trembling, turbulent as storm;
An obstacle threatening progress of life,
A messenger of panic, an architect of strife.
Treacherous to audacity, fear is a cheat,
A betrayal to victories, fretting of defeat;
Fear is melancholy, an expression of gloom,
Hampering courage, perturbing in doom.
Fear is a loathsome impediment to goals,
Dashing endeavors of endearing souls;
Averse to commitment as love goes awry,
A remorseful cry, where lost kinships sigh.
Unwelcome emotion imprisoning ambition
Unleashing inaction of paranoid inhibition,
Fear immobilizes, as if, bird trapped in cage;
Paranoid, valor-less, upon life’s center stage.
January 21, 2023
Placed 1st: Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Categories:
hampering, angst, emotions, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
The only ounce of energy I'll be expending today
is having picked up a pen to scrawl these lines...
"I have declared this to be Dolce Far Niente Day."
Enjoying the sweet life, doing nothing by design.
I'll be spending time as I desire lazing in a chaise,
pretending I'm vacationing in the hills of Tuscany
whose orchards are heavy with grapes I must praise
for the mellow flavor of the fine wine offered me.
I will indulge myself enjoying their sweet bouquet,
malingering while listening to Chopin's Polonaise.
It's my intent to hold an annual Dole Far Niente Day
and have it last 'til stars ignite the night sky ablaze.
I will enjoy pampering myself with nothing more to do
but gaze on the clear blue waters of the Ligurian Sea.
Nothing will be hampering my idle nor twist it askew,
for I'll pay no heed to misgivings while in this reverie.
No more writing for I've taken good measure this day.
Pool waters are calling me, where I'll float peacefully
as twilight darkens. I'll take pleasure as I gently sway
in a hammock, content to stare at the moon dreamily.
Categories:
hampering, day, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
Aged chains are hampering me.
They get heavier constantly.
Age changes everything,
Voices crackle, making it hard to sing.
Walking and talking become a chore,
The conversation is a bore.
When the subjects get too deep
Old-aged folk tend to fall asleep.
Mumbling softly under their breath
They often gasp, scaring guests to death.
When they lay with open mouth
They do not realise their teeth went south.
This state of affairs could cause them to dribble,
It may embarrass some, but to old folk, this is trivial.
Getting old may make one sad,
But after all is said and done, it's not all bad.
How lucky old folk are to be still alive,
To have lived a long life and survived.
Father Time has passed us by
We aged folk should not moan or cry.
We should be gracious and thankful, too,
And hope that life will be kind to you.
Trusting future generations will be healthy and strong,
And be gifted with a life that's happy and long.
Categories:
hampering, 10th grade,
Form:
Couplet
How safe can your world possibly be
when even the school principal lines you up a couple of inches from a cinder-block wall
and punches you in the chest against the wall as he questions you.
You cannot tell your parents.
You have no one to speak to about this.
There is no one.
There is no one to tell.
This world is very dangerous.
It will not let you be anything you want to be.
It will beat you if it needs to,
to stop you from living your life.
It will not let you be who you are.
It will trap you again and again
until finally you are spirited away into another world,
God willing, not so bad.
And up at the top of the hill, your Mississippi mother knows too,
that it is too dangerous to be who you are.
So she too will try to not let you.
Connecticut and Mississippi have more in common than I used to think.
But now you have to carry all of that burden from Canner Street with you.
Inside, nowhere to tell it.
Encapsulated,
as a fester.
Hampering your every move to outdistance it.
But most importantly you have no experience of living your life,
no confidence in a world of sheer danger.
A world always just a heartbeat away even when you think you are safe.
Today it is a very progressive school.
Its darker secrets gone, swept away in gentrification.
The early post-war infusion of immigrants
replaced largely by college grad students,
with high expectations
How do we live such different lives.
How does life keep trying over and over.
I don't know. I don't know.
2009
Categories:
hampering, angst, childhood, world,
Form:
Free verse
Rampant vandalism looming
Threatening important developments
Hampering the progress of viable projects
Disheartening to find complete structures
Badly damaged and materials stolen
To replace vandalised materials is proven
Difficult and waste of resources
Now which lesson can vandals be taught
Why must vandals be so?
chipepo lwele
Categories:
hampering, loss, sympathy,
Form:
Choka
Often little thinking allows controlling
Whether reasons hampering question further
Never error over inquiring thoughts
Little mistakes cost
To use words that have accents on
syllables in the correct places
totally henders me from writing
from the soul..
Categories:
hampering, introspection,
Form:
Sapphic stanza
April's roses scent inebriates every sense
below the Gothic cathedral
cardinals doze
draping their wings over
evergreen plants
foreshadowing a cool sunset
griffins guard the bell-tower
hampering the intruders
inflicting fear on the jackals
jaundiced they hide into a jalopy
kapok is soft as cotton
ladybugs allow no sleep
manifesting vulgar wit
nibbling on naugat
oblitaring any sweetness
prie-dieu is her comfort
quickning my understanding
ravishing the merry opus
shedding light on her faith
tending toward forgiveness
unquestionable in its promise
verboten to dishonor it
wimple as sworn devotion
xenophobe not permitted
yodeling is immense praise
zither plays a Gregorian chant
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
hampering, on writing and words
Form:
ABC
Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated, ecstatically elated
My soul craved for such a challenge an achievement made
I hesitated pondering whether to rest for sustenance
Or carry on unreservedly whilst still light enough to see
There were mountain caves inhabited by Franciscan monks
Many mystics through the ages marvelled at Certes enlightenment
Mount Certes was inaccessible by the seaward side
Sheer chalk cliffs had disintegrated battered by stormy seas
Atop the mountain was the Pinnacle chapel
Once offerings had been made on the site to the Greek Gods
Recent excavations had uncovered many artifacts
Venerable was whispered by town folk below
Whenever the mystics descended for the yearly penitents offerings
Was I strong enough to reach the Pinnacle?
My unswerving faith would ensure
Though my unfit body would be a daunting problem
Recently I had decided to reassess my whole lifestyle
I wanted to be reborn in my values and jaundiced outlook on life
Washed clean, inviolate new goals and to be strengthened spiritually
God would surely forgive my introspective selfish ways
Confess and your sins shall be forgive you
Professed to have been spoken about by the disciple Peter
coming directly from the lips of Jesus himself
I was a sinner, still am, until I reach the Pinnacle of perfection.
Categories:
hampering, blessing, mountains, spiritual, uplifting,
Form:
Narrative
One lonely, longing, long-time leader
Lost from time and from perspective
His lifelong tendency to cheat and steal
Ever evident and reflective
He helped the rich get richer
At the expense of hampering the poor
The ones needing help got the least
While the one’s with the most got more
He exacted and enacted his will on the masses
Then levied big breaks for elites in their taxes
Though his greatest of rapings occurred when he ran
Not from his wrongs, but instead for the land
He was now at the height of his power assured
Societal defects and diseases
They were his to cure
Unfortunately all of his thoughts were impure
Alternatively, he brought pestilence, famine and war
He was the hammer, the sickle, the axe and the drill
He demanded devotion, dominated his will
Never once thinking for the people
He was only in it for the thrill
That, and the hope that one day,
His legacy would be etched upon a bill.
Categories:
hampering, political, social,
Form:
Free verse
AGE OF LOVE
To love and to be loved,
as socially observed
is the prime passion,
need not to mention.
Teen-ager or youngster
It does not matter.
Ladies and Gentlemen
Senior Citizen!
All welcome in field of love.
Same age? Not to reserve.
Most humans develop attraction
in contemporary generation.
Yet, neither rare nor impossible,
Rather always permissible
Affairs between Ladies and Gents
as going on from ancient to recent.
Age of loved one may be much more or less,
not hampering mutual happiness.
Amour is a flow in bubbling blood,
washing two hearts in passion-flood
Younger or Older? No questions.
Two souls unite, and emotion moistens.
12/15/17
Third Place
'STRAND SPECIAL U' Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
hampering, love, passion,
Form:
Couplet
ancient hope
a moderately heavy mass of emergent winds, kick up sleeping debris from the surrounding space, spreading its floating carpet, singing in concert with sultry wings, humid and upwardly ascending, gathering behind it a light dusty snow shower of bitter loess, of tiny things, the soil of flesh sinew and bone, of cause and effect, of ages that have fallen away, echoing, buried deep within, far-flung fading cries, silently settling low.
herein lies a prehistory of things, events unknown, slurried in imagination, untenable, sure of almost nothing, the strata of movement, upheaval in reverse motion, nature singing its eternal cry, cyclic, a randomness in chaos builds to a crescendo of brilliant flashes, all photon- energetic, where mineral flotsam radiates outward forming obscure patterns, falling in space, finding place as if by intrinsic design, where oh where is that idiomorphic template not seen?
of wandering magi, of fading sand trails, of swollen feet and the everlasting verve that tugs at the heels, pushing one forward to that acid moment, strangled in the dust of vanity, crawling to the utmost height where the fall of sands, grain on grain, restate their inability to bond fast, washing over and out into the depths where a proto-historic humility silently sleeps covered, quiet and alone.
there are tools in the heart of the earth, a broadband principle of collective accumulations, scattered here and there, everywhere, no obvious settlement map; the white noise as drone amongst the minerals and biologic debris, commingling with an earnestness to bond further afield, scaffolding across great divides, as time shrivels with movement, hampering the curious eye of they who search within, the inquisitive nose sniffing up musty ridden time, the cranky deposits pay no attention, their work is done.
Categories:
hampering, change, creation, endurance, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Maybe I was naive to overlook your faults
Your looks were blinding I got caught up
I should have just ignored you yet
I turned your way, unfortunately
Desire of something I thought I couldn't have was so intriguing
Unsurprisingly, not lasting long
I managed to keep it going
Until you turned me away
How could someone so beautiful be nothing more than that
I never believed looks could be this deceiving
Then I met him
Maybe I was shallow to overlook his soul
I actually took time to get to know him
No one understands why I turned him away
Such a hard thing to do but
Looks can be hampering
A huge roadblock
Sometimes too hard to push past
But why should they matter so much?
Such a hypocritical question of me to ask when I myself can't get over it
Why does someone so good have to be only so on the inside?
But maybe being naive and shallow teach me something
Terrible qualities lead to mistakes which can lead to wonderful lessons
If only I had savored the time, lived in the moment and not rushed it
I would have been able to enjoy and appreciate what I had just then
Looks shouldn’t matter as much as they do
Once you find a beautiful person, love them from the inside out for everything they are
After all, don't you want the same thing?
Categories:
hampering, lovebeautiful, me, beautiful, me,
Form:
isn't it? kent fog burger faces driving in a motorised saucepan.
A nine foot rod is better than a three foot stick and a three foot stick outsmarts any microfiber jewel encrusted steel bow when attempting to cast over to catch, kill and consume. Oh pearly pink mushrooms and cheeses, must you sway so and must the writings writhe upon the wind and ground to create such chaotic interruptions and vibrational discomfort. Well it is most hampering really. Hampering to effortless sweeps through the air with lines through the atom less sky. This is no automatic controlled playlist. And nor is it a bacon sandwich jumping out of the pan and leaving the camping stove at high speed metronome roundabout weaves. Like tick tick tick tick tick tick tick. Oh go ring a bell then. Rather irksome. I however will spin and cast and spin around on the ground. After waiting several hours it will then be pull then gutted then head chopped after a short collision with a little rock to break the breath of life. Exciting expunging experience explosive explicative extract even eight eels. And eels are not wheels nor turning on tubular tree pipes whose drone knowledge spans the scented breezes of the triangle lake. At dusk. Variant variable vary. And a whisky and cream pie with a fragrant jooos is neither a dilapidated delicatessen nor a dragging depopulation curve on a Swiss cheese map of syrup shreds. Beam then break then alight the cable cars with ten trotting ponies, fifteen mugs of beer, a fortune cookie with nice long legs, an elongated pile of flamingos weighing eighty two thousand kilos and a small tie pin grinning. Now go up to the apex over there and admire the view with that crew. Then set up the tent on the highest peak and bake a culinary delight. Of over eight courses. Heavenly and divine and rather outstanding too. Cloud clings climbing cups. Z precautionary Z at nine moomins to eleven left handed chest of drawers. Xxxxx Z
Categories:
hampering, beautiful,
Form:
Using drill-sergeant precision,
the tank rolls through the lab
brimming spastic with drive
expedient to mine approval,
displaying can-do gusto
capable of fawning
up the ladder.
Beneath the hood, he charges
headlong into the viral putty
that liquefies somber knees
before hailing forgiveness
for hampering the fiber
set by vast divinity
never denied.
Decades of genetic sampling
present many puzzle-pieces
for breaking down strength
of code at a cellular level,
like dominoes in a line,
until life's sequence
gets plucked.
The equipment confirms the
databanks stirring premises
of scarred protein markers
and aggressive mitosis, a
triumphant emergence
of a newly patented
corporate life.
Categories:
hampering, science
Form:
Free verse
Nocturnal Dreams
Nocturnal dreams are unfulfilled scenes
seized by impalpable circumstances
hampering pathways pointing
toward complicated mazes
of vivid possibilities
07/30/2020
7:13 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida
USA
Categories:
hampering, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse