Best Prohibits Poems
I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.
I have felt this graceful creature
flutter faintly deep inside;
then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly
to show its colors multiplied
and wing its way through azure skies.
The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
the throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
no more its wings will tightly furl,
but lightly spread upon the breeze
their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
and, then, my soul will leave this world.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
Categories:
prohibits, butterfly, death, freedom, metaphor,
Form:
Lyric
Superfluous dialect doth vomit in regurgitated deglutition,
Whence the pleonasm prohibits a prose's poesy inhibition.
If thee refer to the thesauri, and lexically thy dexterity shall enhance,
Mayhap then thy ken shall apprehend these subsequent words, perchance.
The four-dimensional tesseract of chaotic cognition coalesced in arcane diction,
Shall encase in cubic arithmancy the separation betwixt what's fact and fiction.
The parallax therefore between perplexing symbols and their meaning,
Shall diminish and then demolish that which thy self-esteem's demeaning.
Macrosmatic whiffs of psychosomatic-originating havoc of confidence,
Shall be replaced by an invictus vision of pseudorandom common sense.
I digress, for this stygian gallimaufry of words within wicked propriety,
Requires a piddlydink of esoteric taste for english beyond our society.
Categories:
prohibits, confusion, crazy, fun, games,
Form:
Couplet
The river runs deep and wide,
There isn’t a day gone by that we haven’t cried.
Our link to old wisdom and the beautiful past.
We tried to hold on with our weak human grasp.
The rushing water’s path of destruction,
Prohibits us from following your instruction.
We swim against the current, praying
We drag our bodies to the bank laying,
Face down in the sand barely out of the water
Searching for hope or some type of fodder.
To give us strength to finish the excursion,
Our hearts are weary from the prolonged immersion.
We will swim and wade in this river of sorrow,
Hoping, healing and happiness are held by tomorrow.
Categories:
prohibits, missing you, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
I was the official jar opener in our house
Until this jar of Bick's Pickled Beets
Knocked me off my perch
Mr. He-Man here is now fighting off severe depression
It's a conspiracy, cause I was acting too much like a smart ass
That lid tightening machine heard about me
And is purposely making the seal tighter
So no actual human can open it without farting
And then it's still basicly impossible
I think the government should pass a law
That prohibits this kind of practice
To prevent us from ending up crying like a baby
And sucking our thumb all cuddled up in the corner
My dear wife decided to give it a shot
And apparently with no struggle at all
She managed to open the damn stupid thing
As I always say, “I loosened it for you!”
You can visit me in an old folks home
3:00 to 4:00 every weekday afternoon
And between 1:00 and 6:00 on weekends
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
prohibits, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese"
Some wine and cheese
If you would please
Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed
Yet, I reside in the west, my lines are treated as an unwelcome guest
I’ve ornamented ideas that will go unheard
Reading them will be seen as a vulture transcribed word
“A Stale Birthday Cake,” could be submitted
But a lot of terms are not permitted
If I leave those texts out to describe my rage
It might as well be written in the stone age
Here’s an example, “ , ” substantial white noise is found on this page
“The Penetralia Ruby Queen,” hint, the anatomy
But, is there no shame, outcry, how dare I, the audacity
It conveys about some person with a dancing nymph’s fantasy
But it altercates against the morals of Christianity
Here’s an example, “ , ” undeniably excommunicated for blasphemy
The villainous bark, scream, “Cultures Dark Theme”
It’s something written from a nightmare’s dream
If submitted, it would drive the masses into insanity
Yet, this piece of work prohibits the usage of profanity
Here’s an example, “ , ” silenced because others must be spared of its inhumanity
“The World’s Playground” still waiting to see if it gets banned
Negligent in comprehending the rules beforehand
The lyrics uses a word to describe a person who gets paid
In an ideal world, I could just switch the rhyme to being laid
Here’s an example, “ ,” my apologies for the cross realm alabaster masquerade
Finally, “Unzipped Apple Core,” was written as a rant indeed
Bitten by the fire ant, I was hoping it would supplant a seed
But apparently the flying monkey festival has everyone strapped to a ticking time bomb
Another useless firework display to a bromide poem, so turn the page to end this sitcom
The doctor said, "Take this. It will cure the social disease”
So, for my last supper please, I would like some wine and cheese
Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
prohibits, anger, culture, rights, satire,
Form:
Like a Potter, God has a plan and a purpose for us. Like clay, we are filled with air and many impurities.
He places us on 'The Wheel', where we must be schooled. He's ever patient to long endure with our disharmony.
He's beyond tolerant, going the farthest distance with us. He'll bake, shake, remake us; reshape us; return us; resend us;
It's hard to even imagine what good He would not do for us. He's unafraid and freely allows freedom of expression and freewill.
He knows no weakness that disallows Him to release us to our own devices. His Divine Law of Freewill often yield to our hastened demise and destruction.
Many are the tears of God, frequently poured out for the choices we make. But He is bound by His Divine Laws, intrinsically stamped upon His character.
Although He is Omnipotent to do as He pleases, He sometimes prohibits Himself from certain actions.
His Love is also subject to Divine Legalities of Holiness. And His personal attributes never contradict each other.
He is indeed vitally involved in the human condition'; but He forces neither success or failure; and He neither
dictates heaven; nor does He program hell for us. Each destination is a personal preference via free choice.
I must confess, there are times when I wish it were not so. But ultimately, the Father knows best how things should go.
03272017 FB PS Contest, Be Didactic, John Anderson
Categories:
prohibits, bible, christian, destiny, father,
Form:
Couplet
Riotous revellers' laughter drifts up from their apricot lit late night haunts, four cafes are notoriously avoided venues for overindulgent consumption of alcohol.
Across the street, from my thirtieth floor apartment window, remote portrait of bodies bent enthralled over their beers,
toads on stools at mushroom stem tables.
Flicker of forbidden recognition crosses my cortex,
- I'm a resident of Broadwater Tower now.
Unstated policy prohibits proximity with riff raff.
Our bar ensures we wear careful attire,
floor gleams mirror marble.
Chrome and cracked leather oud absorbs expensive scents.
Ladies laughter upscale conflicts the low fading mens' vocal.
Tipsy sensation enhanced by deck docked
rolling prestigious flagpole chiming yachts.
Over the road, neolithic neon signs post grotesque cafe names,
Salivate, Green Grotto among them.
Customers come from squat squashed suburbs,
five minute drive away.
Dive bar dark sparks alcoholic amphibians unremarkable bravado.
January holiday season sees sardines huddled heartily under awnings, abandoning next morning necessity.
24th February 2023
151 words
Written for Contest: Four Cafes
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
prohibits, character, fashion,
Form:
Prose
As I set and ponder,
My mind does wander,
As if in search of an answer out yonder.
Suddenly, a I sense a thought from a creature so rarely seen.
But he allows his thoughts to enter my dream.
With desires that flow like a stream.
He says his name is Yeti, and lives in a land of high peaks.
And, he is not allowed to talk to men that travel about dressed like freaks,
Who run up and down the mountain in streaks.
Artificial fur these men always wear.
But, He and his clan can only stare.
For talking to them is something he can't even dare.
For ancient law prohibits them from talking to beings so strange.
But, he wishes to discuss the lands that so far away do range,
And much knowledge we could exchange.
Now, the dream does end
I now wonder how, to him, a message I could send.
So as to, cause his sadness to mend.
Categories:
prohibits, angst, animals, funny, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Fear of the unknown prohibits any advancement
Yet I am comfortable with my position in being ignorant and at a standstill.
Too many possibilities are there for one to accept every chance.
In a game of roulette one could lose on the first round
And, oh, what a fatality that is!
There are enough functions going on in our campaign for survival
And personally I believe emotions are our most powerful attribute –
The onset of my emotional numbness stemmed from this revelation.
Death is our inescapable destiny and I choose to limit strain exerted on my path
For no one knows nor can one predict their moment of demise
Categories:
prohibits, life,
Form:
Free verse
Hope
Wats dis??
Just a four letter word
Which defines life's only ford
It's proclaims us to stay on
And prohibits us from thought of move on
It's like messiah nd angel of our life
Which makes it good with losing and quitting strife
It's reason of our fortitude
Endeavouring us for aim
The one which had changed our attitude
Encouraged nd embolden us for same
They are like corolla...,protecting
And whenever we collapse recollecting
As one phase of coin
It's dilemma to join
But who comes here is Shakespeare's true valients
Nd those who not
They just lie at the corner of street wishing to have a fair chance to choose
As they weren't having hope of every new noon
Which is like a compass nd three leg stool
8 April 2016
Categories:
prohibits, destiny, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
I was the official jar opener in our house
Until this jar of Bick's Pickled Beets
Knocked me off my perch
Mr. He-Man here is now fighting off severe depression
It's a conspiracy, cause I was acting too much like a smart ass
That lid tightening machine heard about me
And is purposely making the seal tighter
So no actual human can open it without farting
And then it's still basicly impossible
I think the government should pass a law
That prohibits this kind of practice
To prevent us from ending up crying like a baby
And sucking our thumb all cuddled up in the corner
My dear wife decided to give it a shot
And apparently with no struggle at all
She managed to open the damn stupid thing
As I always say, “I loosened it for you!”
You can visit me in an old folks home
3:00 to 4:00 every weekday afternoon
And between 1:00 and 6:00 on weekends
Categories:
prohibits, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Help me out here
by leaving me alone here
Yeah I'm over it, you could say that I'm over everything
I just have one small problem
I just need to figure out the spaces in mu mind
vacant, a confusing mystery
I'm clueless and it all seems so pointless, useless
I'm drowning out all I know
could it be a lie
Nothing has really changed
I've made, still known, pleas
I just don't want to be alone
yet contradictory I leave myself to silence
Advice is my own worst enemy
I just rely on myself and crushing sleep
to help me forget though it's true I cannot
My brain and heart constructed a statue
out of memories and clay in the center of me
Am I going crazy
why deny it when I've shown it
Am I useless or is it all in my head
why deny it when I know it's true
I can't let it go
I still wish to hold on
even though I told myself I would never return
Somebody eradicate my death grip on this
and throw me in violent seas to wake me up
allow me to shake it out and let it go
I can feel it in my heart
but I just want to scream to the world
This can't go on
but the curse of the shadow
curse of the ghost
curse of the broken hearted
curse of the illusionist
curse of the hopeless romantic
curse of the kid hanging from a tree
prohibits me from living the life of the carefree
just restrictions and conflictions
no one else can see that I wear, that I bear
the curse of many to the audience of one
Categories:
prohibits, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
EXCUSE US WHILE WE DON’T BE PARENTS FOR A WHILE
I’m just not certain this is right for you two
Are you sure you can do what you need to do?
There’s a great deal of extraneous work involved
And suppose there’s a problem that cannot be solved
What if you see that problem as no big deal
Both with the belief that it will eventually heal
But it doesn’t and you need a physiction’s aid
All the while knowing this is a problem both of you made
What if a priority prohibits you from doing the right thing
Just leave it for an hour alone on that indoor swing
So you make up your minds that both of you know
That the problem ain’t a problem unless you say so
So out on the street you stroll with great ambition
And you don’t even think about the new addition
Now you may deem this belief as crazy or wild
But I don’t think two heroin addicts should be raising a child
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
Categories:
prohibits, angst
Form:
Quatrain
Like the roar of thunder
Mighty, powerful but it echoes
Like the intense tingle in your nose
Just before a sneeze
Like a blurred, frosted window
Prohibits sight
Like the taste of water from a kitchen tap
Tastes like nothing
Like the smell of morning
When you have s sinusitis flu
None of my senses can distinguish
To help my brain to comprehend
So that my my heart can understand this nothingness
Overwhelming, deafening, incomprehensable
SUDDEN...
Nothingness
Categories:
prohibits, betrayal, death, goodbye, grief,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Stuck on a hybrid labyrinth race track in undue course
Crash helmet cracked under the raw tempo of stagnation
Chequered flags waving but a motor running against the clock
In reverse and the traffic prohibits pit stops for tyres and fuel
Exhausted depleted high on adrenaline withdrawal
A silent movie plays on tiring spools of grey matter
More like a collection of photographs in faded sepia
An accident waiting to happen ready for another pile up
The gear box strains in overdrive and the pistons complain
Brake fluid seeps into the cockpit and floods the clutch
Hazards are blinking like a stroboscope and prism of pace
High octane acceleration on a road to immanent nowhere
Satellite navigation in conflict with his auto pilot
Cruise control on a highway to hell and beyond
Ejector seat wedged into a half open sun roof
Theodore calls 911 and the Thought Police arrive
Arsonists join the scene in fire engines stalled on the emergency lane
The ambulance doctor injects truth serum with dizzying speed
Body bags remain unopened but sanity is scraped off the road
Repackaged sealed in bubble wrap in case the airbag won’t open
In hospital he wakes off his trolley on a tiny stretcher
So convoluted they can’t find a straightjacket that fits
Confined to another bedlam on the psychiatry ward
And the dashboard flickers on the way to his lost mind
17th December 2019
Categories:
prohibits, confusion,
Form:
Free verse