Best Limitation Poems
My life contains painful memories,
failures, sickness, deaths, and fears.
understand, life comes from God's hand -
bad things work to my good through the years.
I've also had great recollections,
happy childhood, marriage, work.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
my good health and the land of my birth.
Being designed to do special tasks -
my talents to help, to teach.
I understand, life comes from God's hand;
and there are goals that I may not reach.
Amid the war and peace, self-control
enables me to rejoice.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
distrust and doubt with faith and free choice.
I celebrate what's put on my plate
knowing forgiveness and grace.
I understand life comes from God’s hand
The mercy of God’s love I embrace.
My assets and liabilities
The bound’ry lines have been scored.
Life comes from God’s hand, I understand
the legacy's received from my Lord.
November 17, 2010
contest: Poetry as Legacy contest
hostess: Line Gauthier
Behind forest there is beautiful meadow
Upon it trees cast shadow
The extensive boughs of oak tree
Give it primordial majesty
Beneath the forest a stream
In which all kinds of fish swim
Small lake nourishes the stream
It is wonderful like a dream
The edge of the pond is covered by rushes
Through the water skitter blazes
Horsetail not as tall as in past ages
Aura put on a soul by marsh marigold never cases
Upon the meadow bumble bee
Will be
First thing you will see
Fallowed by flowers full of beauty
From dandelions and butterfly weed
To hardy geranium, and tiger lilies, all growing from a seed
The bees make honey that is sweet
From the various flowers beneath your feet
Coming from the East
Meadow is slowly engulfed by a mist
With it comes cool summer breeze
You close your eyes suddenly you know what meaning of life is
The meadow is beautiful but it has limitations
So what are limitations
The fact that you can only see
What your biology
Allows you to see
And if you could see
What abstract rather than concrete mind can see
This vision also limited would be
Limitation is you need consciousness to have a soul
Limitation is you need a soul
At all
Limitation is that you die if you fall
And that you have to die at all
Limitation is the second law of thermodynamics you have to obey
And if you’d be so tall
That this law you wouldn’t need to obey
Other limitations would come your way
At any day
Even if you can think beyond abstract
Yet have your body and mind intact
And that ability came from concrete mind
And once reached different growth for the mind
You would find
You would still be partially blind
Even if you were writer of destiny
Or be omnipotent in your immortality
If you could reach infinity
All meaning disappearing would be
So how the heck can one be free
One possibility
Is when I look in her eyes as I kiss her seeing her soul glisten
We have no limitation
Needs have a limit.
Wants have none.
Written by: Elliott Bowe
If I only could see that which is beyond the pale of the limitation of
The complexity with which things espial are thus espied.
If the round pasty pastry-
Complete with its rind of crispy, golden-brown, flaky crust,
And the alabastrine creaminess contained both without and within-
Therein, or in here, or wherever is the place where all the modes
And analogues and apotheoses of figurative speech,
And the metaphors and similes and symbols true that they prove to be,
Are housed; within that tremulous sphere, wheeling frenetically in some
Gaseous void out there, beyond the pale of the furthest star,
Beyond the realms charted by stellar cartographies,
In that otherness that is also nothingness,
In the dread, dead void between sidereal bodies coruscating in
The caliginous eternal night of the blank emptiness of space;
In that dim spatiality, where all the metaphors that we use eventually go;
To that endless address whence no man and no thing ever returns,
From that dread and dun locus on which we have assayed to focus;
I say from that there is no repair, nor remove.
Once one is there, that is their address until time indefinite.
Still, if only I could glimpse that which lies beyond the limitations of
Our somehow magnificent, yet insignificant imaginations...
I don't know why I have to talk about humiliation,
In the middle of what is supposed to be a celebration.
But my truth is that life isn't a love affair,
And sometimes becomes unfair and instill fear
Whenever we come near our success.
Yet we were not given the spirit of fear but of power love and a sound mind.
May be feeling humiliated because of how I was born,
That is like a thorn in my flesh.
But I have to get a fresh new mind,
That kind only Christ can give because no pain no gain.
Again, humiliated and frustrated by our location
That was supposed to become our limitation
Reducing us into imitations of our real selves yet we are fearfully and wonderfully made in the image and likeness of God who is above and above all,
And always in full control.
Just make God your all in all or He will be nothing at all.
Humiliated by the past failures but failure is never final and success is never ending.
I hope that when you fell you picked up something,
A lesson to better your best.
Always do your best and God will do the rest.
Let go and let God;
Let go your fears
Let go your past failures
Let go your pains
Let go your frustrations
Let go your humiliations.
Because we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us
And with God all things are possible
And we are more than conquerors
Because Him that is in us is greater than him in the world.
Humiliated, yes
But humiliated to succeed.
Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense
They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet
She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds,
Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips,
satin scarfs around hug her hips
Bindi adorned when with the Janes
A sterling nose ring pierces a membrane
Azure pools of light inserted—contact’s atop
wistful deeper dark reddish brown longing lens
Riffles through a cosmetic bag,
Faberge`a final touch then off she struts
Spinning the roulette wheel in random realms
Burned through one persona after another
The mask worn smothers
Charcoal tears pour down her cherry cheeks
Personas have their limitations
Reinventions only break the tiresome tensions
Infinite shades of pale, anemic, listless
Darker are the shadows that deem
Her skin is frail, weakness fills a ship and torn it’s sail
Though her wit retains its cutting edge
out on the ledge an empty soul on trial
Tragic trends suit her
Charcoal tears won’t save her
Metamorphosis’s demise, elusive unmasked
Limited are the bounds of weakness,
Marie-Thérès Picasso’s golden muse
hung herself after his death
Now a frozen memory in the dark daze
as nothing else remains its love’s myth
She played the games we may or not resist
Gone those days frozen in merciless mist
where fate awaits
I wanted to love you,
Really it’s true,
But you didn’t love,
The you that was you,
All the money and candy,
And flowers I sent,
didn’t make a big difference,
Not money well spent.
You needed more,
than a confection or two,
or a flower that said more,
than, “how do you do?”
I hope you look through,
That looking glass,
And you can love yourself at last.
As for me, it’s time,
For my sacred space,
I’ll pray for you dear,
And hope you find grace.
It’s true, so true, clearly it’s true,
You are the creator, the preserver,
And the destroyer of the love,
In you.
pushing my limitation I'm just an imitation
of an imaginary wold set in the hands of a
hateful child with a knife . if it were seen
through a magnifying glass I'm sure you
would see the difference but you dug your
eye's out looking for the zipper that held
you mouth shut . living with the lie that
we will never die , hate comes in many
forms and your the first .
This world they said
Either I have to explore or ignore
I did both!
Limitation, a death within death
I abhor
Sailboats horses and carts and canal transport
Whale oil lighting and candles, salt to preserve
Meat, limited sanitation and available running
Water, all are part of a formerly more static society '
Which kept people in their national boundries.'
The emphasis seems to be on returning the
World to a typology of the above.? This being
Part of ( green agendas ) wordwide.?
Why then? Facilitate mass movements of
Humanity across borders.? If its more
Desirable for a worldwude static existence?
That will be inherent in any return to above
Practices.'
Is it just ideas.? That some people have cooked
Up after obtaining a doctorate, or other credentials
To get a million plus payment from a slush fund.?
With no real plan on how to live this out.?
I am myself quite prepared to live with limited
Technology..Yet it involves more effort, which
Would keep humans fitter.' A balance can be struck
But I dont see any cohesive drive.? I see ( a i ) and
A move to even more tech, and so called outsourcing
More desire for matterial things more waste much less
Recycling than from the 1920s to the 1980s am I
Alone in these observations? I welcome any comments.'
LIMITATION
In the search for infinity, I find all of limitation
While finding the limitation, I realize all of evidence
Are you saying that you are the manipulation
Let's concentrate on looking for our lost confidence
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando November 22, 2016
Ancient maps,
streaked with stars,
charted paths unknown.
But oceans are vast,
a whispered warning:
the world too wide.
Stars explode,
a symphony of light,
a universe in flux.
But what is hidden
behind that cosmic cloud?
Our minds yearned,
but our vision blurred.
Humanity delves,
with sharpened minds,
seeking to unlock
nature's hidden code.
Yet the universe
whispers in quanta:
a mystery endures.
Concrete canyons
climb for the heavens,
our aspirations are vast.
Yet, the earth gasps,
her lungs constricted,
our impact lingers.
Our minds reach,
but grasp at phantoms,
caught in the cycle.
To create and destroy,
then recreate,
the endless dance.
To see ourselves
in the starry void,
is to recognize,
both vast potential,
and finite flaws.
For even stars
have a final burn.
We are creatures
of yearning and longing,
ever searching,
forever bound,
to the dance of the universe.
So often does it seem to me,
as science moves forth steadily,
that it sets into certain minds
that there’s no truth we cannot find.
“All can be known,”they do declare,
with enough study, work, and care,
hubris gives us pretensions grands,
yet there’s things we can’t understand.
Now I don’t stand against science,
since it’s led to real improvement,
when it comes to ‘How,’ it does well,
but the ‘Why’ it can never tell.
Why are we here? Why do we exist?
Why does the universe persist?
Did it all come out of nothing,
or has there always been something?
Why is life different from mere sand?
There’s things science can’t understand.
It’s also incumbent to note
that we see things that critter’s won’t,
the joy of sunsets we relate,
our intuitions, sense of fate,
science declares such things are naught,
but we still know them in our gut,
we’re mere matter by physics’ plan,
yet ‘unreal’ things we understand.
Yet when I point out these hard truths
some people just pour forth abuse,
so many of them loose their sh#t
if you dare suggest there’s limits.
You ask these questions of ‘great’ men,
they have no good answers for them,
but of belief they are not fans,
won’t admit they don’t understand.
As to what a belief pertains,
I honestly can make no claim,
is it a god or something else?
Does it do any good to dwell?
What would we be next to a god?
Could we even discern his laws?
One day I’m praised, the next I’m damned,
but there’s much I can’t understand.
I think denying this is bad,
and liable to drive you mad,
what use is asking every day
questions that cannot go away?
How could we understand and see
something beyond reality?
Humility is a gift to man,
since much we’ll never understand.
Speak, speak yes nobody
will listen to a sound
of yours and too your foot steps
if it means to be here
or there
because there is
something fake concerning
a card that is blinking how
and still oh!
for there is a blinking
red light on, indicating
that there is a colouration
in electricity
could it be that is a way
noned, since
time immemorial
oh! you may dust
but not this daughter
for a straight
line
boldly uncorruptible
and serve in truth and love.
The divine revelation
Stored in memory
Manifesting anticipation
Makes our next meditation ordinary
Zeal for self actualisation
Motive being power
Narrow ego precipitation
Makes us fall lower
Exiting stagnation & anticipation
Childlike non doer doing
Optimises consciousnesses ascension
With awareness nonchalantly looking