Best Restriction Poems

POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its...

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A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for  e x p r e s...

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A balance in life can solve the riddle. 
To find the balance, start in the middle.
Distractions from the banks may lead us wrong.
Go with the...

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Think twice this world can be such a wicked place my sweet child.
It's all coming back to me now, the memories we shared.
Goodbyes the saddest...

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~ I DREAM a DREAM ~

I dream a dream so placid~~
**
A commitment that burns every morning brink
I feel the pain as I slip into my...

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My heart is breaking, but the show must go on.
Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard.
Love of my life, don't leave...

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Sun is shining as I sing my redemption song.
Hey lady, no woman no cry, lets spread one love.
Jammin', spreading positive vibrations so strong,
like three little...

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Yesterday sent its regards in a farewell
letter, 
A gesture of fate intact, sealed for the 
departed,
Or better yet, the progressive harmonies
of God, such as we...

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CITY GEOMETRY

I’m on big town
Inserted
Yea, transplanted
Within its swaying wave
Of box and angle

Where my self-identity
Is something throbbing
Upward gazing
Arrowing
To sky points

So, it’s confusing
The hate-love factor
Stiffness
Restriction
Formal sharpness of...

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Addictions, restrictions, afflictions, decisions,
A needle, a bottle, step down hard on that throttle!
Disaster, no more laughter, destruction for years after.
Placate, eradicate, fornicate, masturbate,
Addiction.  Restriction....

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This world has become so depressing 
cutting to the soul removing the rights of prayer 
everyday listening to a gestapo styled media that tells nothing...

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In
The
River
Lucid dreams
Recreate heaven
With redolent neroli scent
Gasping for a love breath to saciate burning desires
Embracing without restriction the ardent passion that stir two souls to kiss...

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The search for love is never black or white.
I'm just looking for a pretty young thing.
It's human nature to desire what is right.
Forget Billie Jean,...

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The sense of restriction dismisses all other senses....

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The sage green wall had worn a blank look
until, slightly askew, with a tilt to the left
dangling helplessly, without a complaint 
is the pride of...

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