Best Hindering Poems
A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over
When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and lace,
shine and sole,
all of which would have been nice.
But all my eyes see are my poems,
tucked away in worn loafers,
unpolished,
unnoticed.
Not exactly eye candy.
But eyesores ...judging by the lack of views, here.
And undoubtedly my shoes made of synthetics
and sneakers
to the purveyors of good poetry
and good shoeshine.
I look down for good reason,
defacto
and stigmatized,
no contest wins,
no poems ever in the top 100 (new) list,
no scent of roses (or views),
nothing.
Nothing.
An abyss of sublimity,
save for the white bird
that chirps
to nobodies ears.
To wit.
For he who signs up for this site
got a handful of mixed emotions,
confetti less tomorrows,
a begotten rah, rah,
a ladle of spiel,
poems published ...
and in my case alone footnote
that I was a member
sans the shoe shine.
I really have to admit,
writing here,
eighteen months now,
has taken its toe.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Kind Regards,
connie pachecho
4/26/2018
The proprietor of the show has decided to call it quits, citing mental health issues here. The posse of black bears got to me. The guises, pretense, and hate towards me eroded my spirit. Tell her she can play with my insanity but not my spirit. To my readers, I really appreciate your patronage during this journey here even though the crops are bare and the barn fronts a blank stare.
The cows fight with the pigs, and bacon went to waste. One thing I take is the seed in me to aspire elsewhere, which I've already planted at HP under the name Logan Robertson. Thanks again. Wish everybody the best.
Categories:
hindering, change, sad, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
Written: December 19, 2023
"His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. Edmund Wilson"
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With each fresh day, leaves on trees grew dry.
Stream flow had ceased in the vast waterway.
Enormous boulders collapsed to dust!
Perched on lonesome island of my life fust
I tasted the bitterness of shattered dreams.
Walls stood in my path, hindering laud gleams.
Depart from my delicate and feeble universe!
My nightmares shattered all hope, into a curse.
Departing with daunting sadness and failure.
Wallowing in self-pity, longing for a torn sailor.
I am seriously suffering through my fate!
I was startled when I heard a faint whisper sate.
Optimism is a belief that can lead to success.
Even if roses are cut, spring will still progress.
Shift focus toward kindness, not dwell on pain.
Twiddle to the glorious sky to rise once again.
There are no desperate situations, they say.
Only desperate people endure; they convey.
In the pits of anguish, hope might dwindle.
We mimic inner force to rise without a swindle.
There, within the deepest recesses of our minds.
In a land where shadows hover and dismay binds.
A faint glimmer of light starts to flicker.
We will strive for perseverance and vigor.
Who are these people, you might ask?
Ones who will fit any extent for their task.
They are those who are eager for success.
Steadfast in their quest, they never digress.
They are the skeptics, rebels, and bold.
Who is loath to be tethered by societal mold?
They overstep limits and breach walls.
Unabatedly, their tenacity never stalls.
Ready to accomplish a wide range of things.
They have no fear of spreading their wings.
No snag is too vast, or argue that is too tough.
They are keen on any cost, even if it is rough.
Grace flows, twists, turns, renewing spun gold.
Heaven's enduring doors continue to enfold.
Wistful soul is overtaken by delight scope.
Phoenix emerges from the ashes of lost hope.
Categories:
hindering, analogy, angst, character, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Garage
stacked high
scribbled stenos of
an automatic act
of little understanding or thought-------------
{tuhituhi}
visceral finality
zero return
zero reward
and then there's
a learning disability hindering the reading-------------
{panui}
writing
is taking a dump,
except after wiping, I tend to take a peek
this creative act ill affords a 2nd glance
a good day and bet the writing stinks... boring
jail or hospital equals readers galore
"TELL ME MORE!"
could correlate with occupancy rates
what a sorry excuse of a poet I am
damn if that ain't sayin' much.-----------
{paru}
~editor's note: Poetry Soup would not let the beautiful Urdu script be seen, so I substituted Maori~ :(
Categories:
hindering, poems, poetry, poets, self,
Form:
Nazm
I sat on the bench and the tears began to flow
Knowing that was only one place I needed to go
But for some strange reason my feet wouldn't walk
And at the same time my mouth couldn't talk
I desperately wanted to get to that place
But I was blinded by my tears that covered my face
I knew if I got there then everything would be ok
At the same time worried I wouldn't know what to say
What would people think, would they judge me
Those were the thoughts in my mind I could see
I visualised the result and the difference it made
Yet I was still struggling behind my façade
I felt so dirty, ashamed and very unworthy
How could He possibly love someone like me?
These were all the thoughts going around and around
Knowing at that place the answer will be found
I struggled and wrestled to move my feet
Unsurprisingly I still remained in my seat
I could feel body heart beating faster than it should
Reminding myself that I’m worthless and no good
Yet the desire was there, the urgency so strong
Could I really go to that place knowing I’d done wrong?
I was scared that I’d be judged and be called a hypocrite
So instead on that bench I did remain there and sit
I knew I should go; there was no doubt in my mind
Surely if someone went before me, I could follow behind
He spoke again with sincerity in his voice
Why was it so hard for me to make this choice
The call was coming to an end and I felt myself falter
Why am I hindering myself from going to the altar?
Categories:
hindering, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Reckless flirtation:
The lingering sweetness of wine hindering rationale
as lips engage greedily;
heated breath intoxicating drunken senses even further.
Desire for exploration heightens arousal for the taboo ~
revealing an innate urge to satisfy the hunger within.
Casting aside caution in an attempt of sustaining entrancement
enables pursuing flesh to connect in frenzied abandonment;
propelled by an ache for release necessitated by instinct.
And in the aftermath,
chilled by impetuosity still moist from the volume of thirst ~
two souls waiver in the realization of their actions,
as silent tears of ignominy wash blame from their wringing hands....
Categories:
hindering, angst, loss, passion,
Form:
Free verse
July is the month of monsoon rains in our part of the land when there will be incessant downpour and flooding in coastal areas and low lying lands
In the vast expanse up so high,
In the caliginous July night sky,
A lone star trailed along from Heaven’s arch,
And through hindering clouds it did march.
Its lambent rays dancing in gleeful light,
Making everything luminously bright.
All starlets cowered in shame,
Hiding in corners, fearing blame.
It got stationed above a thatched manger,
Where baby Jesus lay swaddled in rags in rainy weather
Promising the gift of love and joy to mankind
Assuring everyone salvation and peace of mind.
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees stand washed in rain
The sky, in greying clouds remain
Lights from nearby houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
Stars and festoons can’t be hung in the open,
As in pouring rain, they may be broken.
July is not a month fit for the king to take birth,
Who has come to bless the world with cheery mirth
Yet, the whole land is vibrant with festivity.
The pouring rain hasn’t doused the gaiety.
Sunshine or rain, no matter the weather,
Friends and family are happy together.
Christmas wraps every heart in cheer,
Though it falls in July, the rainy month of the year!
July.11.2022
Christmas in July or July celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Categories:
hindering, birthday, celebration, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
Crowds and noise and people enthralled me
When I had deciduous teeth.
And a simple thought of loneliness
Engendered collywobbles in me.
How amicable people look when viewed with jejune eyes!
Blanketing all kinds under pristine
and untarnished label
Without contemplations and with profound celebrations,
Labelling the sweeter tongues 'good'
And tactless simpletons 'deride'.
Perhaps it was the age of innocence!
It afflicted my eyes with myopia
Hindering my childish wisdom for masques
As one after another, the deciduous white pearls fell
They did shake my bygone edifice of sagacity
With each new rise, my style of mastication changed
Sometimes to the left
Sometimes to the right
My food could not be chewed with stability
Sometimes the hollowness after the fallen tooth engendered agony
And in the artless custom of childhood, I believed all......
Then with time, the new convictions came
Enamels with more glint and rock-like firmness
With age, it pondered and with 'relations' it was illustrative
'That people are not always they appear!!'
'Their words are not always what they sounded!!'
But by that age, I was one of them
Deceptive in deed and sardonic in words
Perhaps it was the stage of Adulthood!!
Categories:
hindering, age, conflict, confusion, deep,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I have lost my track, all around I see only darkness.
Is it because my eyes are blind folded or my sight impaired?
I grope and stagger, not knowing where my next step leads.
This miserable plight leaves me greatly despaired.
A thick veil has been drawn all about me,
Hindering my sight. What I see is ink blackness.
I wish to move into a world of light and life,
A blissful state of better awareness and gladness.
I know there’s a light at a distance, so bright and blinding.
It's more powerful than the light from all lamps.
I plead God to direct me to that light hidden from my view.
Allowing it to penetrate my being, filling up all empty blanks.
* * * *
He whispered- “Why search for light when it is inside,
Tear off the shroud and you’ll see the self-existent light”.
Rising to a new awakening, I looked inside, saw my ego,
Hung as a curtain over my eyes, veiling my sight.
The very moment I fell on my knees and ardently prayed,
“Let the waves of light pass through every sinew and bone,
Of my being and tear off the veil obstructing my view,
And lead me to light, never making me stumble in a dark zone”.
God graciously heard my prayer and beams of light fell on my way.
Felt I was floating on the crest of the waves of delight.
Along with this new insight, colours and tunes poured in endless cascade,
And my whole being got soaked in the lustrous beams of light.
May. 9. 2023
Placed Second in Unseeking Seeker's Poetry Contest
Categories:
hindering, dark, life, light,
Form:
Rhyme
river's gentle flow
nature's rhythm ebb and flow
harmony aglow
its surface serene
melody of peaceful theme
a symphony scheme
under moonlit's gleam
it sails in a tranquil dream
stars cast shining beam
branches and stones stand
hindering its silent path
yet it persists on
who summoned the stream
from glaciers to quench my thirst
As dryness consumes
why does the river
descend hills and valleys' slope
yearning for the sea
Categories:
hindering, river,
Form:
Senryu
you entered my world
through an unopened door
dazzled with my mind catering
to my thoughts I'd wondered
your extreme motive night and day
desperately trying to focus above the old man
whom desires attention unsettling tantrums
while throwing around muscle and mayhem
cautioning my every breath
the cold calm of meeting behind hidden cafe's
nook's of silence while you plot and planned
your next caper my eye's wide shut
I do not belong here an yet
your passion for control again
there I was weeping pleading
for serenity and peace among your wars
old disagreements while you earnestly avoided
conversations of truce among the families
hindering goodness you folded your small arms
and pouted as I glanced at the virgin mary
handing you a prayer card you quickly discarded
throughout your sudden inmmature haste dismissing
of your friends inviting your enemies over for espresso
and stale skoans again I bravely began to chip
my pink nail polish a quiet notion of controllable fear
I'd yet to allow you the pleasure of showing anxiety
really beyond your cold fashionist banned
I suppose simply because you enjoyed bullying
quiet calm helpless me why you found great pleasure
in tampering with my sensitive nature
I gathered I'd opened the door to some kind of debt
you felt the entire world owed to you
kindred malice I suppose as you racketeered
my prayers extorted my smile I watched your
uniquely small hands groping the stone ware coffee cup
eagerly demanding the waitress returns once again
just to endure another insult you tactfully
said under your breath before she nervously
messed up your order happiness was so very
far from you an yet you purposely put on
an artificial sigh of cheerfulness only to lure
more innocent bystanders to your evasive personality
for the sole purpose of owning the right to make
another poor soul completely miserable in you presence
Categories:
hindering, allah,
Form:
Lento
SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)
After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths
Categories:
hindering, food, garden, home, life,
Form:
Abecedarian
Through the trees, they saw a light
As a haze o’er the village ahead
And weary from walking many miles
Two travellers thought they may find a bed
As they made their way to the village
A mist descended, cold and damp
Hindering the traveller’s on their quest
Shrouding the light from both window and lamp
Cloaked in the mist, the village was still
With no sign of life to be seen
As the traveller’s made their way to an inn
Ahead in the distance, a clock struck thirteen
As the last chime rang, from beyond the grave
Ghosts of the dead filled the streets
The travellers were frozen, unable to move
Fear and dread chilling their bones, head to feet
The traveller’s looked for a haven
But no matter how hard they tried
There was nowhere, for them to run to
With all routes of possible escape denied
Surrounded by the walking dead
And powerless in their plight
They were quickly consumed by spectres,
Who carried their souls off into the night
Satiated, the dead, returned to their graves
The clock once again struck thirteen
And two piles of dust, were all that remained
On the spot where the traveller’s had been.
Janette Fisher
Categories:
hindering, fantasy, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Pressure. Oh I wish I'm not struggling to free away from under.
They continue to push down with words of threats, only bringing me down.
They think it's easy, when in fact, they only suggest the easy way out. . . they're very concern, afraid that I fail on my own; Failure.
The only way I'm going to be able to pick myself up is to fall. . . down to
my own mistakes, aches, for my own sake, this is what I need to endure, this is what I have to take.
Like them, I am also afraid, but I've come to believe in myself. Have they come to believe in me?
I ignore their blasting of rhetorical. A blank mask I put on, only to space them out, I stare at nothing while they resume to pester me with their knowledge about what I should do. In reality, they know nothing.
They compare me to others. They assume nonchalantly. They don't know me.
I feel trapped. Contained in a bubble of oppression: hindering my ability to sprout and nourish On My Own.
Perhaps, they still think I'm the little boy they once adored. They've forgotten that time aged me to this tall, slim, song bird who never stops dreaming.
Now, I'm pursuing to achieve inner peace. For that is what gives me strength, courage, and determination--whilst in the midst of the noise and trouble, I keep my composure. . . and still be calm, in my heart.
Categories:
hindering, simple, slam, social, voice,
Form:
Free verse
We've got the world in front of us,
The stars above us,
and nothing hindering us,
to make us stop,
With the love between us,
these thoughts reminding us,
we can climb to any mountain top.
Categories:
hindering, introspection, life, love
Form:
Rhyme
About two weeks ago, Grief and Sadness knocked on my door, and I said to them, "Go away, you are not welcome here".
I'm trying hard to be strong. So when Hurt and Pain called me last week, I simply refused to answer the phone.
I ran across two other 'so-called' friends at the mall a couple of days ago. After a couple of minutes with 'Poor Me and Self Pity', I started to cry and had to say goodbye.
Disappointment and Frustration showed up in an email early this morning. I didn't have a lot of time, and after reading the first line where they were claiming to be old friends, it didn't take long for me to send them to 'the trash bin' where they belong.
Whether friend or foe, I'm learning to say 'No' to anyone or anything hindering or not helping me to grow.
01092018 PS, Contest 385, Brian Strand;2nd Contest, 2019 Mile 20, Mark Tony Personification poem inspired by the 'overcoming life' of a friend
Categories:
hindering, christian, courage, emotions, friendship,
Form:
Personification