Best Impair Poems
FREEDOM OF CHOICE
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Not gifts nor riches any way compare
With having your own mind, to give it voice
See then your many options and rejoice
That You may wander here and venture there
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Prefer the active to the passive voice
And you will find the strength to counter care
With having your own mind to give it voice
The slave may drink from cup of gold alloys
And sleep in sheets of silk and satin rare
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Beware free handouts for they may invoice
With lost volition, thus they will impair
The having your own mind to give it voice
Fulfil your obligations, then rejoice
Though poverty may seem a threat to bear
The greater blessing is the power of choice
With having your own mind to give it voice
Categories:
impair, freedom,
Form:
Villanelle
I studied him, just as he studied me
I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy
His eyes, black, and yet still blackening
He embraced me with a terrible fit in his mind
Those piercing eyes, saturated in obsession,
Moving up and down my steady body
He watched as I drew in resolved breaths
Sensing my growing antipathy
Beyond the ease in my tone
He shook with want
He shook with angst
“Your dark thoughts are not hidden in my sight
This you will know by my piercing stare
There is power in words,
Just as there is power in your glare”
“Then breathe with me,” He sung with sting,
“And free all of your wants and cares…
Be the master of your own destiny,
And with your straying light, impair
Me, just as you impair your faith,
Against all but your own breast,
Penetrate
Seize our moments with pursed desire
Dress me in your sweet sung fire
Darling dear, our message is clear
Among this fight we share
Take a sip of my saccharine whip
And consume the inviting dare
Be my temp as I lure you
Deceive me as I floor you
Damask me, shock me, piss on my pride,
I dare your soul to take these reigns and ride”
In my ears he sung,
“Let us be lost together…”
Like a roaring sea trapped in a restricted bowl
Ready to overflow the moment my lips consent
“Hellbent you are,” I sadly sung
“Hellbent, and dragging all the lonely with you,
How strange we have come to these crossroads,
To test our patience with lusts unspent
Hellbent, you are, hellbent!
And yet you would croak to crush all heaven-sent
Give me into your darkness, never see the day
Follow me into the light, and never be the same!
You are my lovely enticement, oh Devil, oh Prince,
Your claws clutch in my knowing heart,
And I thrash in diffidence
Emboldening me, your lure,
The stone in you has fled
Grow in this desire, sweet wings
Your light is yet not dead”
Holding me, I felt his darkness lathering me
My eyes, my nostrils, blurred in his scent
“Your light is yet not dead…” I whispered again
Fainting, eyes struggling to stay awake,
I clasped his shoulder and shook my head
For in his eyes he realized,
That his light was yet not dead
Categories:
impair, adventure, angst, growth, hurt,
Form:
Epic
In a loose-fit pink dress, she crawls through golden fields
The stems’ graceful sway in the breeze such pleasure yields
Muscular degeneration restricts mobility
But the illness did not impair Christina’s sensitivity
From his window overlooking the Olson farm
Wyeth’s heart was touched by this frail woman’s charm
Each strand of hair, each blade of grass carefully stroked
Such wonder in a child’s eyes this intriguing image evoked
Only 10 when introduced to Christina’s World
Questions and, consternation through my mind swirled
“Mommy, why is she crawling through this meadow alone?
“Where is her family? Why don’t they take her home?”
Mom understood well her daughter’s deep frustration
Wyeth’s painting won a home in a new location
Each day as I woke, my innocent eyes delighted
When this image on my bedroom wall was sighted
*Ekphrasis on Christina’s World by American painter Andrew Wyeth
Categories:
impair, artimage,
Form:
Ekphrasis
In magical forest spring is in the air
After long winter sun has finally answered inhabitants’ prayer
Bear came out of his lair
Wolf as always is chasing a hare
Soon in the old orchid behind the forest will grow apples and pear
With his children story of magical forest farmer will share
He tells them that of time when into deep eyes of forest phantom he would stare
He tells them how the phantom to merry the spring would declare
Love for mysterious phantom the spring would share
But she knew for the forest inhabitants it would be unhappy affair
For this union sun would impair
And during spring no flowers orchid trees would bear
Spring was a lady with long flowing hair
Deep eyes beautiful soul piercing and rare
She was lovely and fair
And to imprison her spirit phantom would not dare
With sun as a father spring three children would bare
Daughter rain brothers growth and wind were in her care
Rain and growth where good well positioned pair
But wind with his wondering nature could not settle anywhere
His parents would despair
Something that phantom would become aware
Maybe winds place is to travel phantom would declare
Spreading seeds and good will everywhere
But what is the place of winds’ soul said spring it can’t be just anywhere
Rain and growth have their spirits with us but wind is everywhere and no where
He never stays long in one place he is motion of air
I have an idea said the phantom which I wish to share
Wind could be your concessionaire
Winds soul can be high end abstract dimension rather than doctrinaire
He can be metaphor, riddle, and fundamental question, philosophy to compare
Beyond expanse and vice perfect in his own lair
That is what would keep magical forest magic phantom would declare
And at the top of that magic would be wind’s questionnaire
Like ballad whispered by bird in midair
Like wonderful story old farmer with his children would share
Categories:
impair, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Why I wait for rain to hug you
Why I wait for a special day to hold you
Why I wait for night to kiss you
My love doesn't depend on occasion
I want to love you all the time
Thousands pirated laughters
Thousands impair nourishes
Made some misunderstandings
Now the time has changed
All the promises will come true
Hopefully you will smile again
No one will come between us
You will be mine
And I will be yours
Categories:
impair, dream, literature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I looked up the word 'boor' in my Funk n' Wagnalls to verify the truth.
I found that, "A 'boor' is one who's ill-bred, crude and somewhat uncouth!"
I find boors obnoxious and inconsiderate jerks when they flaunt their gall!
Their disgusting, rude and churlish behavior nearly drives me up the wall!
I detest loud-mouthed youths (and adults) who I suppose vie for attention.
Their total lack of respect for anything is beyond my comprehension!
Their public display of putrid language is offensive to others' ears.
Free speech is fine but public vulgarity could be reined in, it appears!
My eyes glaze over when gasbags bore me with trivial conversation,
And don't get to the point and babble on and on without cessation!
In a fine cafe why don't boors stifle cell phones and let people dine in peace!
Their chattering is akin to a pair of magpies or a skein of honking geese!
Teenage boors practically make love in malls that is offensive to many others.
Aren't kiddies today taught be a bit more discreet by their pops and mothers?
They tote their boom boxes with 'music' blaring throughout the 'hood.
I'd like to tell them where they can shove those things if I legally could!
I loathe smart aleck boors who tailgate and impair my driving vision.
Don't they know this lack of common sense is apt to cause a collision?
I reckon I'd better wind this down and not bore with further dissertation,
But no doubt by now with boorish boors you can sense my frustration!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in Linda's "I'm Bored With_____" Contest - May 2011
Categories:
impair, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Always Half-Full
My day is a happy affair
with spirit my thinking is fair
glass always half-full
no 'half-missing' bull
Fruition I do not impair.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: vivs missing lttr contst
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Judged: 10/12/2016
Rules: Write a Limerick without using words that contain the letter "e".
Title the poem: 'my contst pom' ('my contest poem' without any "e").
Categories:
impair, happiness, hope, success,
Form:
Limerick
The world in our hands would impair devils
An unthinking thought more blissful
Than a wish fulfilling shooting star
Our missions would be charted out
To go on our victory dance one step at a time
For peacefully unifying the global eye
The lines in the hand of child would be uncorroded
With the scavenging paedophiles detonated
And their gardens be filled with natural joys and play
Food for the starving would be an essentia
Hunger and water a distant call before going to bed
Appetising the poor rather than greasing over fed palettes
We would delve deep into the human vein
Gushing with a universal religion of tolerance
That binds all colours rather than undermining faiths
Gigantic deeds would keep gory bloodsheds at bay
And young valiants would keep hearts of their fair
In strongholds for inopportune cataclysms
Global warming would be of a season gone by
Aerial reforestations and seed bombs for divergent climes
Would be the neatest stuff rather than bloody nukes
A day will come when life begins once again
When dragons burn out the archetype evils and
Dying values will sprout worldwide deliverance once again
April 9, 2016
Dan Kearley
Categories:
impair, care, child abuse, faith,
Form:
Free verse
A sense of balance is all I need to cope,
so I don’t hang myself with a rope.
I’ve got to get a grip on life and keep my sanity.
God can’t save me if I don’t have serenity.
Nourishing nutrition is necessary.
A light diet is right, so I don’t have a coronary.
Exercise excites blood flow, so muscles move me.
Remember there’ll be brain drain with too much TV.
No alcohol to infest my body and impair judgment.
Mind won’t be in a grind so I can write well and not lament.
Learn from books and others as I don’t know it all.
Hard knocks of life lessens mistakes, so I don’t fall.
So what else is there to tell?
Well, the weekend is here and I want to hear the church bell toll.
Pray a lot and purify my heart with the psalms of the Lord.
Sense of balance gone if I don’t hang onto His Word.
Categories:
impair, health, philosophy, recovery from,
Form:
Rhyme
Grey Conversation…
You told me that grey is colored my hair.
I told you to wait; get old if you dare.
You told me that love gets sweeter by age,
I told you come back so I can compare.
You told me a kiss might bring me its bliss,
I told you your kiss will make me impair.
You told me our chance is gone like a wind,
I told you, next life, we live without care.
You told me to sleep, kiss me in your dream.
I told you my dream is a big love affair.
You told me true love is full of delight.
I told you my life is full of despair.
You told me to tell "Haloo" the message.
I told you, my dear, he is well aware.
4/15/2016 Haloo
Categories:
impair, fantasy, lost love,
Form:
Ghazal
Hate bedewed with youth
power to impair one’s kin,
grace in growing old
a time to regret, lament...
grandson, reflection of time.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
impair, introspection,
Form:
Tanka
You just don’t want me to talk about it
You hate it when we talk about it
You know you are a sheer hypocrite
Why do you think it is such an unmentionable affair?
All you know is how to impair, which is utterly unfair
Why can’t we talk about the menarche, unabashed?
When I talk about it blatantly, why do you stand aghast?
Value a woman’s body and this cycle, we don’t expect much
You are witless, don’t speak about it, you only have a doltish hunch
Just remember a man bleeds for death, for agony and for misery
Do you know why a woman bleeds? She bleeds for glee, for happiness and to create a new life
Categories:
impair, feelings, people, poetry, social,
Form:
Cinqku
Quite silly to
During inclement
Birds on the hill
Announcing the
resentment
Blessings for
disappeared
Water and stone not
working miracles
Not the rule
Although some
Not effectively
contained
And no smiling
Possibly reduces
Souls
Loads tears.
Puzzled stripes
In south and breeze
And the dissolute
No one else to turn
Affected continuous
The Hobo
Also fell in
quicksand!
But are persistent
The wrath of Heaven
Impatient that
perhaps
With the integration
of tikatik ...
The roof
the beach
And the plains.
And also quite tired
The grain
In nearly depleted
Cause stubborn and
rebellious
That attacks
In shy grass
And shoots beyond.
Allowed to
Re reign
Among those in
The brilliance of
passable
And blaze of
aggression
Heat of dawn,
In the world of the
living!
On standby
In the air
The cloud
To spread scattered,
And love dancing
Adjoining the thirst
Lost souls.
Ledge already
favorable
The Mysteries
And mystery machine
Stumbling
Insisted stand
Over the world
As hell!
Tomorrow morning
show the moon
To impair
Although clarity
Stare and think,
A light wind
In promising fields!
At night reign
The day head,
And the rainbow
Eager to sit
Notes and stars
Who love
And enjoy!
Not drown
On the strength of
false conflict
And not widows anode
The rose and leaf
Cause brutality,
nalalaos
Despair is running
out
Ends the storm!
Categories:
impair, dark, earth, moon, mountains,
Form:
ABC
Repentant heart will openly bare
Sins that conscience does pare
Puckered lips tasting evil's fare
Poisonous side effects will square
With desire's glimmering silverware
Contrite eye into dark soul will stare
To catch a stime of iniquity's glare
A modulated ear will widely flare
When oppressed psyche doth blare
Discordant notes mind to impair
As vexed spirit feels springing snare
Suppliant hands will clasp in despair
As sorrows from guilty senses pair
Unsealed lips will solemnly swear
Unremitted inequities to repair
Categories:
impair, angst, body,
Form:
Rhyme
Keep an eye on every charter
Take heed of the bane of your life
Lest you fall into danger
Keep an eye on every charter
Withhold from any impair
Loose yourself from strife
Keep an eye on every charter
Take heed of the bane of your life
04/27/16
Categories:
impair, senses,
Form:
Triolet