Confining Poems | Examples

dog run gave me freedom

freedom for me came in the form of a dog run
promised weeks before it arrived
I gave up hope the Thursday it finally came
I had been hostage to my house for eleven months
because Beau, my baby dog chases cars

He follows pretty teenage girls home
He runs around delivery trucks as they enter our long driveway
Our good dog, Buddy, had never left our yard before Beau came
Buddy is super sweet, a gentle giant, but easily led by Beau.

They were tormenting the neighbors.
Now they are confined to the house.
Their dog porch, the dog run, my art studio.
Not to mention an enormous play yard.
Not really so confining, huh?

created an end

Contritions Wombe
Calling for what I am not
A leader 
I cannot
A last means 
A final
Evaluation 
Of your limitations 
I will possibly describe
Your amazement atop a well
Panic and plague
Where do spell

To no breach 
Will the mind respond 
A city orchestrated 
Behind in its eyes
Comment of its betrayal 
It's fail in sails
Get the life in doors from them
Yet they buy for their owning and confining of grace goes why

The confining construct

There was a Time in my life where I tried to undermine

The lies in my mind 
 
Time being spent tryna justify 

Asking myself who’s this guy 

Time to get rid of the disguise  

Now I’m left with this persona  

Who lost his sense of self due to corona 

Isolated but not at home 

Doing shrooms dropping acid 

Went from being avid 

To my ego collapsin 

So when they ask if I been slipping 

Yeah I have been 

Forced to fight the feeling 

Born to write words that cause healing 

So I picked up the pen 

Becoming an addict 

To be a man amongst men 

Puttin my heart and pride on these sheets of paper 

I’m finna Break the stereotype and become a different type of landscaper 

One who cuts and trims the letters to fit better 
  
On this piece of paper 

That I call a love letter

Trapped

Conquered by the truth of lies
Entwined in the snares of his subtle grasp 
I faced him once before 
Bound by the shackles of his dominance
A tempest of fear rages within
I reach for the windows pale escape
In hopes not to disturb 
Frozen in fear upon the concrete floor 
A moist and forceful confining 
I’m a fleeting thought, lost in the void
I imagine no one will find me
The beaten walls refuse my surrender
All the while the doors unlocked
Haunted by the echos of my screams
I tell myself It’s not his fault
I sense him coming behind me
Colliding, my thoughts conflicted 
Persistent, I beg of him to stop 
My sanity held firmly 
Trapped in the hall of mirrors of his manipulation 
Molded into the shape of his treachery, my downfall
A malignant euphoria infects my soul
The violent shatter of my exit, 
Projected by the resounding crash 
My only consolation 
Sealed and latched
I’ve fallen within the cracks 
Troubled by his power unyielding 
Wallowed within my own conclusion
A life without you, I’ll continue yearning

Love Song to My Grandkids

Dear Grandchildren,
The day you were born
my life changed
to the better –
again, and again, 
with the arrival 
of each one of you

Just as it had changed
so completely, 
so incredibly,
so wonderfully,
when your mother
and your father,
respectively, 
first came to me
seemingly out of 
nowhere –

and suddenly 
my small, petty, 
mediocre, 
confining world
burst wide open
to let in a miracle,

the only one I was
ever really capable 	
to personally perform
but what a great 
one it was then –
and it is now

kansas august heat

one hundred degree heat
confining and oppressive
humidity is holding me back
I feel tired and uncomfortable
traveling nowhere
because I do not want to get into a hot car
sitting on excruciatingly painful leather seats
driving in traffic with others who are uncomfortable
confined and oppressed, because this is the Midwest
and it is August, and humidity is killing us

The haunting

Head
is where
ego dwells,
cajoling soul
to negate silence
and indulge in desire,
that our fickle attention
remains fixated in deep fear,
thereby confining us in darkness,
a triumph of sorts, since we’re living light.

Strange it is, that soul pays ego homage,
trauma bonding with demons conjured,
though but a thought form illusion,
haunts us moment by moment,
contracting consciousness,
veiling light of God,
ever aflame
in the cave
of our
heart.

Sonnet Celebrating International Women's Day

With wings of golden starlight your spirits flare
Each woman burst forth a steadfast astral pyre
Your valiant souls are / defying / confining 
      the tethered snare
Like distant suns that are piercing the boundless mire
With hearts unyielding you are shatter iron grates
Your unshackled wings where shadows once confined
And in your touch, 
      love's caresses, gentle graces
A serenade of voices, together 
      softly intertwined.

Through time's grand halls your histories reside
Your footprints pressing... 
     on ever-shifting sands
With every single verse 
     a truth you cannot hide
For you mend the world with... 
     steady guiding hands
O gracious women, blessed with beauty / 
     fierce and bold.
In every realm 
      your being we cherish 
            and behold.

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“No matter how tired you are, no matter how physically exhausting this work may be, it's beautiful to bring a smile into someone's life, to care for someone in need. What greater joy can there be?” Mother Teresa

"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." - Charlotte Brontë

Cowboys

My brother and I shared a bedroom
With cowboys on every wall.
Though we’re three years apart
Our connection did start
While our baby bro slept down the hall.

My memories don’t have much info
Of the time that we spent in that room,
But since we got along
I don’t think I’d be wrong
Saying we were content (I’d assume).

When the crib for our sib got confining,
Rooms were switched; gender came into play.
I would guess that our mother 
Thought brother and brother
Would both take to the cowboy display.

So I got my own room, but I wonder,
Did I miss my first roommate a bit?
Maybe yes, maybe no;
It was so long ago,
But years later, I have to admit

That a kinship formed so very early,
If you’re lucky, holds fast in the heart.
For your birthday today,
Burt, though you’re far away,
Think of cowboys, where we had our start.

Free Hugging Stations

When I was young I wasn't much into hugs
or prolonged touch..
I tolerated a peck on the cheek or a kiss
on the forehead before falling asleep..
Probably due to my older sis and her bear like
hugging, a mixture of love and her strength,
that often felt like a mugging..
Many a time I'd balk at requests to be hugged,
two bodies colliding.
It felt too intrusive to me and awkwardly confining.
My second husband changed this all and in time
my hugging dislike was solved.
He gave such secure and comforting hugs, my body
would melt with the strength of his love.
Once a client asked me for a hug at the end of his massage session.
This is a definite red flag for therapists in that profession.
In these recent years now I live alone, several hours from family
and my native home.
At times I miss the intimacy of a hug, that close and calming connection
that leaves one feeling snug.
I'm certain there's others who feel the same way. Why don't we have free
hugging stations for humans today?
You go to the gas station and get a free hug, while the car's tank is filling you also feel love!

The Knowing

Presence complete yet in form feeling incomplete 
Surrenders imagined knowing at an unknown God’s feet
We must be truthful about this, having not seen the unseen
That in timeless time, in as ordained, we may reclaim soul’s sheen

The ultimate truths have been repeatedly affirmed in various scriptures 
There is nether bondage nor limitation; self-imposed are strictures
Confining awareness to the thinking process, we are bound
Myriad fears and desires then inevitably twirl us around

Relinquishing the delusional need to weigh and size
Who in truth we really are, staid silence enables us to realise
It is, we may say, something like waking up within life’s lucid dream
Where the unfinished movie plays on shaped as thoughts we did stream

Reworded, we may say that in reality, by so knowing, life flows as before
But now having garnered clear sight, there are no goals to score
We thus remain here present, aglow in our light luminescent 
Cognisant of this divine play of descent and ascent

Internal Conflict

Brain splitting in two
The mind in constant fission 
To sever the fruit

Consciousness fading
The mind is put asunder 
A crack is shaping

Internal conflict 
My mind afflicted and awhirl 
Oh the need to rest

Confining the eyes
Drift away on silent wings
A better day nears

Hell Is Freezing Overtime

paralyzed in 
hellishly cold
confining space
pummeled by cruel 
icy shards 

feeling lost & unfound
waiting to get lost as
the past cries
the present sighs &
the future screams

the days collapse into
another expiring year
in the Wild Wild western 
& northern hemispheres
bleeding through bullet holes

Apocalypse Not Yet
brace for frigid impact
paradise is hopelessly lost
deluded dinosaurs roam the earth 
Big Tech is Watching

Better Text a Crazy Poet
with lunatic visions 
of radiant plasma 
flowing in the craters of
a brain misfiring on all cylinders

The Conceived Illusions

Most confining and to the decencies, 
Feebled feelings and enslaved alternates,
Oddly detached, from them degradations,
Of whimpered whines and conceived illusions.

The reliance on the diminished decisiveness,
The age past then that's best in stewardship,
Oddly detached from the practice in manship,

The dependence on them downed possessions,
Of untimely prowess, times of emancipations,
But conceitedly troubled with fantasized them,
The perceived attachments to concise illusions.

#Aug_2022

Tears

Those tears uploaded has multiplicities and peaks and valley's. She religiously  persists in
abundance  originating from beginning continuity. 
Those tears uncaged are not tears of a pity party. Those tears are cleansing of one's  soul,
Healing and comfort anticipated for energy-giving for one's anima.
Those tears are comparable to the hands of a
clock upon one's divided walls equivalent to a
hourglass confining those tears for purification for one soul persistently uninterrupted eternally. Those tears

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