Best Inhibiting Poems
Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead.
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom thickens the air – inhibiting, restricting, compressing breaths
Entrance ways lead to hallways which culminate and connect enclosed spaces,
hovering in an atmosphere of haunt and mourn
Conversations linger, echoing within walls of dine and feast
settings arranged from ritual –
two plates,
two bowls,
two cups,
two knives,
two spoons,
two forks,
two napkins,
two chairs,
with only voice and ephemeral trace.
Twisted unleveled stairs, escalate to second stories
letters to love and hate cover ancient mourning boards.
Segmented space divides the infant from maturation.
Cracked spine, chipped rails, exposing the wooden crib core
Superficial angst and rage characterizing the infant's facade,
yet delicate love exposed in clean white linens pressed and laid in perfection
sets the bedding stage for stuffed bears and embroidered blankies
Toppled bookcase defecates bound knowledge across adult wooden bed frame
disheveling sheets, rugs, and right angles,
its half fallen posture exposes entrance way to hidden passages.
Between walls, moving slow as not to catch thread to exposed nail, pipe, or wire
shoulders grazing support beams, pace entranced by flattening florescence bulbed ceilings
Each step enclosing space tighter and tighter
Climax turns to anticlimax as exit opens to
a hermetic cell of textural paint echoing skin blotched and boiled.
Surrounding walls of tattered gold, ulcer red and puss filled purple,
each based with blotched skin.?Encircles full length mirror exposing views of deceased
discomfort –
Black glass glows within frame of ornate wood
spiking and curling with baroque transcendence
Reflecting back a ghost of future deceased persona.
Categories:
inhibiting, artlove, space,
Form:
Ekphrasis
He has a smile resonant of a million stars
All alight
Inhibiting my inhibition to be red-faced
Still, in wanting to be noticed
My eyes gave chase
I try not to be overly pretentious, though
My actions can sometimes be gullible to his ceremonious façade
He has a certain flirtatious proclivity that’s
Alluring to me inside
And the lining of his presence illuminates
An impeccable aura of complex desire
I can’t help but daydream of what might transpire
The personification of a blessing
He’s an angel in disguise
A perfect mask of sweetness
He’s candy to my eyes
Categories:
inhibiting, desire, emotions, feelings, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Words Can Be
A Barricade Or Bridge
Written: by Miracle Man
5/13/2020
Words become as brushstrokes on a painters palette,
spread as paint, at the volition of the artist.
Whether smooth, colored, sincere, or acerbic,
Those intended to hurt are always the tartest.
All words have power to be barricade or bridge,
we dispense words in anger, then oft question choice?
As days grow old, we attempt, our tongue to bridle,
Inhibiting words once spewed, from an active voice.
Categories:
inhibiting, anger, hurt, words,
Form:
Lyric
Insomnia; a sly sprite inhibiting
the subconscious making it freeze
in mid-motion.
Stillness of the day regardless of
time the mind struggles to release
itself from the clutches of the
scaly paws of the sprite itself.
It seems to marvel and laugh at
the expense of one’s suffering
and desperate attempts to succumb
to sleep.
It is taken for granted by many,
like most things that are expected
to be of normality.
Time passes creating a deep void that
fills with anger, annoyance and jealousy;
destructive essence trapped within a glass
bottle, like some sort of obscene concoction
in a chemistry set ready to explode in
anyone’s face creating a comical effect
that mocks the true feelings of one’s
immediate pain and dismal reflection;
dank and dreary.
Insomnia is a frame of mind that never
settles in to calm projections of life;
always in replay and rewind.
Sleep is precious, it enables the
body to recharge and without it
one slowly sinks in to a pool
of everlasting despair and
loneliness without hope of
being released from the scaly
paws that tighten their grasp
with every toss and turn.
Categories:
inhibiting, health, life,
Form:
Free verse
What is the main difference
between the life time of a star
and your personal trauma history?
Could it be for you,
as for me?
How long we take
to get from regenerative beginnings
in dark caved
holy
humble
BlackHole wombs
to degenerative desecrations
And more therapeutic inside/outside
resonantly peaceful
light empowering balanced ends
that snugly fit bigendered means
for cooperative kindness.
What is your main difference
between personal liberation
from inside traumatic deliberation
and outside avoiding condemnation?
At all inhibiting costs to Self
prohibitive costs to Others
disposable property costs to sacred MotherTrees
and other indigenous
sentient
residential non-taxpayers
Not to become confused
with Trumpian
"Vengeance is StraightWhiteMaleCapitalist Mine!!!"
All AnthroSupreme Mine!!!!!!!!!
which is the white privileged noise
of a NON-indigenous
parasitic
residential non-taxpayer
Who does not know the main difference
between the life time of a star
and His monotheistic personal trauma
degenerative BlackHole
reverse of predative
Great Flash FatherStar history.
Categories:
inhibiting, health, humanity, humor, mental
Form:
Political Verse
American Daughters of the Civil War Revolution
are so madly in love with their Bluish-Gray metal sons
Incestuous desires borne of slave tax oppression
Give to Caesar whatever tribute he crown heavy lay on you,
feed three-fifth portions to the hungry publican lions
Let the Den Mother Lying famine devour your children too
Cannibalize every ink spot known self-evident truth,
marginalize any constitutional chains inhibiting your ravenous lust
Another seething pot of baby bones is the Baal proof
Give to Pharaoh whatever gut pyramid schemes he Isis dream,
feed you quarterly lies from the war widow collection plate
The Wall Street church in tea need of another gun barrel beam
Amerikan Sons of the Ruble Con Bolshevik Revolution,
so gluttonly love their daughters’ leather fetish for the holster
Homicidal desires borne of suicidal plantation depression
Categories:
inhibiting, political, symbolism, truth, wisdom,
Form:
tristich
Today
I am going to let go
Relinquish worry
Set free doubt
Let faith guide me
To pastures overrun with heart’s desires
Today I live in the present
Absent of all those things inhibiting living in the now
Boldly dreaming up a future big and bright
Dripping a blinding orange luster potent as the Sun
Placing those dreams
in Gods hands along with faith
Praying into existence
acknowledgements
all my positive thoughts are powerful
Today I claim all ambitions
Previously abandoned by fear
Today I read
Today I sing
Today I dance
Today I write
Today I heal
You’re free to follow or walk beside
Encouraged even
To indulge that which secretly grins
childishly at hearts core
To that which you first knew was yours to have
Doctor, lawyer, painter, teacher, sculptor, mommy….
Before someone said that wasn’t big enough
Practical
Or Un-Obtainable
The time is now
Come….
www.nefretitim.com
Categories:
inhibiting, inspirational,
Form:
Blank verse
Hey Mrs. Drama Queen
Take it easy on the acting scheme
Hope so soon you will visit the land of realm
To realize the beauty of life as it be
If you value life and modesty
Come visit the land of realm
That we may get in touch
Understanding one another life
On a common ground we can only touch
Into the core of the human inhibiting us
A soul so free, so proud to be
Free of social chains, free of fake dreams
Dreams floating on empty grey clouds
The truth it’s either black or white
Failing to choose, failing to capture the moment
Failing to comprehend love, failing to appreciate life
Heed me well, for my approach is so real
Free of lies, free of deceives
I approached you out of respect for existence
Out of urge to love the other without “IF”
If rich, if famous, if beautiful, if have it all
Wealth and fame are limited to few,
Beauty could be true based on how you view
Full package is scarce in so many forms and means
I’m able to provide bit of all, but above all
I know how to treat a real lady like you
I will master love when it comes to you
So come to my world without fear
Come to the real world for love is for free
Categories:
inhibiting, desire, devotion, dream, feelings,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I am appalled..Sickened.' uncomprehending..!
Why a medical facility 'namley fort sanders'
Small s...' Intentional..) discharged this suffeing
Woman..? How could they.? Are they a care facilty?
Or a scare facility.'? Can any out there advise me?
On the oppresive actions, started by the obviously
Heartless, mean spirited caller. Who requested that
Police attend.' And they did.' four callous minded cops
That mocked, and accused an innocent person with
Sarcasam...In the depths of her despair she pleaded
She called out..Sir..! I am incensed..I am in despair.!
To witness the mental torture..The physical inhibiting
Actions of the four thugs.' Will anybody own friendship
With these pieces of excrenent.!? Slime is above them
Thats how low they live.' I don't want to know their
Names even..' its so toxic their action.' Beyond sick.'
And the pathology.. dept..Are protecting these scum.'
In Knoxville, a place I would think on twice before going.'
With people in charge like this, and others above them'
Yet well below..? Below the lowest level of contempt.'
Categories:
inhibiting, anti bullying, betrayal, care,
Form:
Free verse
“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength
from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of
little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose
conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles
unto death.” Quotes _Leonardo Da Vinci
______________________________
I have a small inner voice...
that never stops ... speaking and murmuring
never is this still small voice quiet
lets call this voice 'my conscience'
an inhibiting sense of morals
of right and wrong
~ each of us has this distinct voice within us
that sighs and utters, chattering all the time
in the recesses of our minds ~
inside my mind is a secret self
who knows my moral code
and my pledge of honor and integrity
I was not born with this self knowledge
but it was built brick by brick, by brick, by brick ...
~ each brick has a name, duty, honesty, respect,
faithfulness, ethics, beliefs, goodness, kindness
and of course morals, these bricks of life rule me ~
the tone of my inner voice changes
sometimes it is a mutter and sometimes a shout
roaring in my head warning me
and sometimes my inner voice is weeping
often 'voice' is singing me a song ...sometimes voice
is a whisper in the night ...
reminding me quietly of ... 'promises' made ...
~ on this journey through life often I am confused
because I am disquiet and full of unease, unsure and hesitating
and my inner voice is breathing the words ... stop, stop, stop
... and I must listen ... ~
______________________
May 31, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/recesses of my mind
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1360-269-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier Contest, Voice of Conscience
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 06/04/2021
Third Place
Categories:
inhibiting, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes he needs, driven by
remnants of hunger for things
that he can find on E-Bay, gifts.
Life in the sea of faces passes
like a trip through mayonaisse,
bits of effort inhibiting his eyes,
seeing the same configurations unrelieved.
He needs something new
when life became a worthless
ritual of empty questions
that the mere biology of continuation
never answers.
Categories:
inhibiting, computer-internet, life,
Form:
Free verse
I was young when you started stealing from me,
teasing away my freedom, corruptibly.
I despised you as soon as I recognized you,
Like I was born to be repelled by your presence.
And yet you kept returning, like you enjoyed feeding on my innocence,
both nurturing and then destroying my centre of equilibrium, inhibiting
all self confidence until I recognized myself no-longer.
And forever since, just a whiff of your scent, steals more
of that brittle state of mind, until I remember it is no longer you
but versions of your memory, remnants of a shadow-self lurking
manifesting around edges and angles in moments of reprieve.
So keen to destroy everything I took so long to build up,
yet still, I managed to contain a level of decorum around you
enough to know in your twisted forms, you couldn’t have helped yourself.
As simple as a scratch rips a tender sore
I learned to pity your talons tearing through to my bones
whilst you learned your dutiful place at keeping me in a fragile state.
Edging around each scene you created a venomous cage
whose key teases itself further from my grasp
weakening me each time I froze to perform.
I grew to almost admire at your tenacity of never giving up.
Thieving nights away from sleep
I knew enough to know it needed to come to an end
despite the poisonous capacity you fermented in my blood.
The earth weaved her spell so I would meet a reflection of my soul,
vitality reinforced, a love so pure drove me to gladly enter the cave where you dwell,
compelling your release of my grasp so I could finally grow, finally see what I was meant to be, redeemed as my own birthright dignity.
Categories:
inhibiting, childhood, emotions, growth, health,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Was it the death of the child,
playing in the busy street,
where traffic frequently exceeds speed limits,
in neighborhoods like this one,
even in summer evenings when children gather
with stick and ball?
Or was it the single mother,
who allowed her child to play outside,
without adequate supervision,
on an evening as sunlight faded,
inhibiting vision of drivers?
Or was it the mother’s employer,
who forces employees to overwork,
without adequate breaks for nurses,
like herself,
leaving her exhausted at day’s end,
just in time to rush home and prepare the evening meal?
Or, maybe, it was the driver,
who failed to drive slower,
on a street known for its abundant children,
in a neighborhood with no city parks?
Or was it the alcohol in the driver’s blood,
impairing judgment and giving false sense of security?
Or was it the driver’s employer,
who arranged a business meeting over cocktails,
where the client could be manipulated to make decisions,
in the fancy lounge of the large hotel,
as all participants drank to excess?
So, I ask again.
What was the human error?
Categories:
inhibiting, society,
Form:
Free verse
Stunning brunette, walking perpendicular,
She has perfect skin displayed upon her figure;
Distinguishing features, displayed upon her frame,
Looking absolutely gorgeous, her ultimate aim;
Unbelieveably attractive, she is not like any other,
Her likeness can not be equaled, not by another;
No trouble at all is looking pretty fo her,
All about her is tremendous allure;
Such a cute face inhibiting this lovely creature,
These unblemished traits make for some lovely features.
8-28-13
Categories:
inhibiting, love, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
Fear is like a lost wallet
Once you clutch the ball of it in your hand
You see it there, full and clear,
It dares you to lose it again, so you can seek to find it again
Fear is the victim.
I will concur the most I can when I reach into my pocket of dreams
I will pull out fear and use it
Like currency
To buy me more of this priceless life
And another round.
Fear is the odd fraction of the equation
Inhibiting you 2 be you
Times 1 to be oneself
I am fearless squared.
I fear none with you on my side and detour the steel doors in my face
With grace I am here to be the methodology of my race
Move in search mode
Cruise the road of fear in my grey Cadillac
Motion the thought: "I am here to experience it all!"
All the paths I have traveled, fear crossed and tracked my scent clear
Wallet of wisdom's riches
Savings in the bank for a rainy day
10%
Feel the drawer open and let my courage flutter out
Money can't buy me priceless life
Dollar days at Feardom City are here to stay.
-Jess
Categories:
inhibiting, business, dedication, inspirationalfear, me,
Form:
Free verse