Best Restrictions Poems
Ups and downs
We experience throughout the year
Down in the dump at one moment
And jump with joy at another
Feelings can be controlled by our emotions
Or the surrounding
Or the weather
Or simply out of control
The epidemic comes and goes on and off
Lingering
Hiding somewhere
Peeping and waiting
Causing prolonged sadness and depression
Restrictions on outings and dine-ins
Hindrance on business activities and intimate contacts
Wow what had happened to this world
Are we and our feelings going to be controlled by the virus
Signifying a war between man and the virus
Instead of a war between man and man
Man and the alien
Man and the other planet
A paradox to be solved indeed
Society labels all that we do.
Driving is for the old,
and playing is for the young.
Yet one thing remains for both to share.
Nature.
Too not only see the beauty of the hills, but to feel them and hear them sing.
Every hill has a story, and every tree and deer path, maybe more.
Every creek and stream can whisper secrets from the past,
telling the story of others who stopped to drink from the same waters.
One life doesn't have to end for a new one to begin.
Life can become endless, if you know how to make it last, it's one of the secrets of nature.
To be shared with the young and the old.
No restrictions apply.
(Old and young in this poem refers to adults and kids)
The mockery of time
has never been in my favor.
The stars weigh me down.
They fell from the sky.
I am beyond the boundaries.
of time and space
But now I grasp things clearly.
As for me, no doubt
I am still willing to sacrifice.
my life for just one embrace
with it at my fingertips.
Written: March 2nd, 2023
Midway twenty twenty,
we are keeping a fair distance,
We somehow went back to nineteen eighteen
on paper-boat with supersonic speed,
A virus showed again up
From Northern hemisphere
and went viral, an outbreak, now a pandemic!
We stay at home to beat it.
We have been holed-up in our closets,
It's been like three weeks, then an extra two,
We are far from each other
Awaiting good news, the breaking
of the curse on the world,
a world witnessing culling!
Four months gone,
We are still keeping our eyes open,
Covering our mouths and noses;
When you cover your mouth
you can't eat for real.
Now we are on lockdown,
No food, no money to buy food
and no where to buy food,
We are all hungry and starving,
No one is taking note.
We heard in the news,
Monies meant for the masses got burnt!
The Federal Government is keeping mute,
The Minister of Finance burnt down her office
in a bid to roast Easter chicken
for her immediate family, what a shame!
We are staying in the picture,
a miniature one this time
Yet, we are keeping a fair distance,
The Federal Government is a secret society!
We are missing in the big league
We are missing in action,
We are keeping our distance,
We can't touch each other anymore,
We can't hug, we can't kiss,
Markets are closed, the roads blocked,
churches and mosques lie desolate!
This is an evolutionary war,
We stay at home or be the carrier
transporting the enemy bullets
infecting and killing our loved ones,
Spreading death even to ourselves!
It's been difficult for us all
Being restricted isn't cool
Especially for children
Who would rather be at school
You can do this
But you can't do that
You can't touch or cuddle
Or even pat
The dog looks grumpy
The cat forlorn
Dad's in the garden
Mowing the lawn
Mum's in the kitchen
Baking away
It seems since the pandemic
She's baked every day
The kids are getting bored
With all their indoor games
They have started to call
Each other rude names
Mum is horrified
Dad is amused
That was short-lived
The telly blew a fuse
"Why can't we have the telly on,
It's all gone black."
Mum went very pale and wan
And fell on her back
The baby started screaming
She needed her bottle
Dad took a long look round
To find something to throttle
Mum recovered
From her touch of vapours
Dad started to tidy up
The toys and the papers
The kids resumed their fighting
One accidentally thrust his knee
Smack, Bang, Wallop
Whacking the blank TV
Suddenly another noise
A very different sound
The children, both girls and boys
Got up off the ground
Dad smiled at Mum
She smiled back at Dad with glee
Miracle of Miracles
On came the TV
canary yellow
voiding wings to gifted voice
lost in translation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Is boundless the supreme law?
Are bounds the everlasting flaws?
Zero and infinity give notion of incompleteness.
Both exhibit the character of Limitlessness.
Both question the idea of closeness.
Who said zero means nothing?
Does infinity imply everything?
Why both question the idea of exactness?
Yes, they are consistent with nature.
Zero and infinity have selfpoised dignity,
Since long attracts both science and Spirituality.
Zero and infinity question the sequence of events.
Still are mysterious like hell and heaven.
Will the mysteries see a unlock?
Or will find a tragic deadlock,
Will they lose their glory?
Or else remain unsolved in Nature's diary.
DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT CRIME IT IS?
There once was a time when time didn’t seem like so little time
A time serendipitously sublime
There was once a clock that didn’t tick so fast
alas now that’s all part of the past
There once was a time when time took its time
Now it’s been altered into a crime
The sun didn’t dial the numbers as quickly
And sometimes time’s speed leaves me simply sickly
There once was a time when playtime never seemed to end
Time, back then, was still a friend
There once was a time when time wasn’t an enemy of mine
And I’d go backward if there wasn’t a dead-end sign
There once was a time when time could go quickly or slow
A time that, in my maudlin mind, will forever glow
But quickened time has taken it’s time and toll much as it must
Until from your last weakened breath you softly sigh, “dust to dust”
© 2011.…~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
Been to the gates,
of heaven about three times now;
but, I cannot remember the year or dates,
except entry- St. Pete did not allow.
Of course, I was left with deep scars and inflictions,
and have spent many hours with thought and predictions;
deciding that I will live within my restrictions,
and will embrace all that awaits.
________________________
August 11, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Within My Restrictions
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1277-135-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Inflictions
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
A lazy day
No work waitng for you
No routine
No restrictions
You may not obey the time
No need to rush for breakfast
Traffic jams and crowds become nonsense
Breakfast become brunch
You may cook some maggie mee to start the day
And packaged food or canned food
For the rest of the day
Confined to a self lockdown
You stuck to the handphone or tv
And the world is at your finger tips
Day and night have no difference
The sun never rise and set untill tomorrow
Free of the mind and free of the soul
For one day only
And maybe a prayer for the world to go round
once more tomorrow
Yet again the door is being knocked,
For ages, it has remained closed
Who is there?
The Sun looks
The Breeze Halts
Tulips raise their heads in delight
But the Cascade still flows on
Humming like an indifferent Bee
Knock - knock - knock
How persistent the knocking is...
But who comes calling?
Through the peepholes, its light spills in
The Valley enlightes with joy
Old Cider tree opens its eyes
Sheds away with one jerk of its head
All the leaves___Pale, sick and dried,
Blurring the crimson sitting sun
Reflecting in the cascade for a while
But then .....
The gigantic Mountain trembles in fear,
The sun closes its eyes,
Breeze hides away in a dark cave,
Tulips are now harming themselves in despair,
For the light is fading away
I can hear a pair of feet going away...
And there is... but No more knocking…
It’s dark now!
A tiny little moon waits for the stars to shine..
The valley is silent..
But the cascade murmurs on
And distant wolves howl
And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest
The door is still closed…!
It’s dark now!
A tiny little moon waits for the stars to shine..
The valley is silent..
But the cascade murmurs on
And distant wolves howl
And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest
The door is still closed…!
Ridiculous Restrictions
A beautiful mansion stood before me,
Carved charisma, a beauty to see,
My mind was imprisoned by its crimson designs,
The sea beside gave a paranormal vibe,
My phone chimed, I read the strange instructions,
What were these ridiculous restrictions?
“Go straight to Room no. 403,
Don’t peek into rooms, don’t stop to see,
Screams and whispers are just illusions,
The white figures are mere hallucinations,
Don't look in the mirror for more than 3 seconds,
I have warned you, you better listen,
Go straight to sleep before 11:59,
Don't ask questions, strictly follow the time,
If you stay in the room for more than two days,
I won’t answer why there is blood on your dress,
Once you close your eyes, don't open them,
Don’t look back to see who’s calling your name,
You may find a wet, decayed body or two,
They must’ve escaped from the graveyard blue,
If you feel touched, if you get chills,
Control yourself, curiosity kills,
Your tortured screams will never be heard,
So remember the instructions, ignore the blood,
If you somehow return, don’t search on the net,
The stories of murders are just fake sets,
If your life is precious, do not delay,
But other than that, enjoy your stay!”
Like I said, ridiculous restrictions,
I am brave! I don’t follow these impressions,
I stepped inside and someone called my name,
I shouldn’t have looked back, but I did the same,
Now I spot another woman entering the mansion,
It feels like an eternity, a life forgotten,
I glide behind her and call her sweetly,
Her scared screams surprise me deeply,
All I did was kill, like I was killed that time,
And painted another crimson design,
A beautiful mansion stood before me,
As I sent some ridiculous restrictions,
for another to see.
- Indrani A. Deo
People are talking about
The new coronavirus Omicron
They ask whether doomsday is near
No one can answer
Can you
But surely a tough time is ahead
Travelling restrictions
Will be in full action
What happens
Worst than the share market's
Fluctuatration curve
What's more
Everyone may think of the outer space
The last escape
If not the heaven
If not a devoted prayer to gain
Confidence, courage and hope
Sometimes restrictions made
Have to be let go
When profit is irresistible
When business is globalized
Sometimes restrictions made
Have to be let go
When rescue is wanted instantly
When life is more precious
Sometimes restrictions made by man
Have to be slackened by man
Just for a win-win-situation
Or for the sake of humanity
But oh my God
It should never be misused
For a conspiracy
An injustice treatment
An abuse of privilege
Or a touch of racism
T-he
E-nhanced
R-estrictions
E-rase
S-ilent
A-ttack's
J-eopardy
A-bating
C-orona's
L-ethal
A-ssault
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