Constrain Poems | Examples

Soundbites: 5-31-2025

Self-Owned

Remember
the day
you became entitled
to yourself

No debts to pay
no last charade
the circle closed
— indwelt

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)


Reflection

Do we just recall
a memory
Or its cause
and its effect

Is consciousness
a chain of links
To front load 
— or dissect

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)


Beatitude

The deeper you question
the more you constrain
God’s true existence
to never explain

Loosen your grip
on what holds you back
Surrender to glory
— Divinity’s tack

(1st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)


The Only Thing

Winning is always
undefeated
Score
to tell the tale

The victory plum
is zero sum
With glory
— to regale

(The New Room: May, 2025)


All Is Now

Unplugging tomorrow
recharging today
Conscripting the moment
— inside which we pray

(1st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)

Along with the Thunder

He brings awful thunder.
With all his disdain,
he booms and he blusters
with words most profane.

Along with the thunder -
like sparks on a plain -
comes lightning that he
simply cannot contain.

Those blazes of hatred
that she can’t constrain
come suddenly! What
made him so inhumane?

Like crops set on fire -
her heart is the grain
reducing to ashes.
His rage is her bane.

A love once held dear
she no more can feign.
He feels this, and strikes her
again and again.

Along with the thunder
come torrents of rain.
She drowns in the hurt
from which he won’t refrain.

He’s vowed she will die
if she severs the chain
that binds her to him
in unholy pain!

She tried once to flee,
but it was in vain.
Control that is thunder’s
he’ll always maintain.

So pray for all women
within thunder’s reign -
that freedom from it
once more they’ll regain.

Oppression

A gilded cage, a silken thread, 
A promise whispered, soon misled. 
They say they serve; they say they lead, 
But shadows lengthen, freedom bleeds.

Their laws, a net, so fine, so tight, 
Constrain the spirit, dim the light. 
The whispers grow to angry cries, 
As hope decays, beneath their lies.

They speak of order, safety's hold, 
But their control, grows ever bold. 
From gentle nudge to iron fist, 
The line is blurred, the trust is missed.

The whispers turn to open fight, 
Against the tyranny, day and night. 
For in their hearts, a fire burns, 
A thirst for truth, for freedoms earns.

The chains may bind, the walls may rise, 
But within the soul, the spirit flies. 
For in the face of oppression's might, 
The human heart reclaims its light.

To boost the beauty of sonnets

Let that myth die that rhymes freedom refrain,
That, grammar a sonnet’s sweetness fetter,
That, pen’s creativity they constrain,
Nay, they add to their beauty, scarce deter.   
The metre that appears to restrain,
In truth, entices a sonnet to sing,
For, where would pleasure be if there’s no pain?
To autumn’s ache owes the splendour of spring.
Strings get tuned only when chords suffer strain,
A sonnet, when goes through its tests of fire,
Ah heaven-sent blessing they all, no bane,
Rhymes boost sonnet’s spell much like temple’s spire,
Let no lyrics claim free reign of a crown,
Lest their free will pull the poesy down.
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Sonnet |10.06.2024| poetry, poesy

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It seems that I have learned little,
    From the encyclopedic, book of love.
        As the subtle complexities have amused
            And mystified me from high above.

Some may even claim that
    They are simply beyond my reach.
        So that no matter how many pages
            Turned, the words are empty, and won't teach.

Yet I continue to stumble along,
    Beginning new chapters to read & weigh.
        Hoping for some wisdom to toil through,
            Where I can grow without delay.

This journey requires great study,
    With time to reflect and understand.
        While no clock is present to constrain,
            Just diligent respect to guide a hand.

Here, my advice is given, to avoid any
    Skimming or speed-reading going fast.
        Since the knowledge is often fading,
            But true love survives to last.

If all there is---is

If all there is …is now
And time but an illusion
Wondering where it went
Causes me confusion

If there’s been no then
Is it all Zen
And the end is
Where it will begin

Is every sunrise
The same one
Or even worse
There wasn’t one

If time is but a spectral dot
A web in which the moment’s caught
An endless mug of Guinness stout
Time gone an a “walk-a-bout”

Perhaps I should constrain my pen
Forget the world of now and then
And have a mindful Zen-like chat
With the characters of this and that

Amavasya

You can’t
embrace reality
forever

Its tenets
restrict
and constrain

By definition
it renames
itself

Once spoken
to then be
disclaimed

What comes
upon you
the moment laced

Where vacuums
exit
in time and space

Regenerates
from life’s
cocoon

In endless
cycles
—moon to moon

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Freebird

Let go of your
hand grip
let go of
the past
Take fate as
a lover
betrothed
and recast
Your belt
and suspenders
restrict
and constrain
Release
your indemnity
free
—once again

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

The Power of Rain

It is remarkably insane,
To look vacantly out the pane,
With a green bottle of Bollinger champagne,
Enjoying the wobbly rain, rain, rain!

I would rather spend a day in Spain,
Or sit by the seaside in Ukraine,
An alternative of gawking all in vain,
At the wet and soggy rain, rain, rain!

My entire day would certain remain,
Unstimulating and very mundane,
Before the sympathy could sustain,
I would flee away from the rain, rain, rain

I would pose and listen to Zakir Hussain,
Without experiencing the Nyctophobic pain,
And munching on the Christmas candy cane,
For my drink, I’ll gulp the rain, rain, rain!

Oh! I desperately have the need to explain,
The very day I had to constrain,
As it was not so germane,
To taste the polluted rain, rain, rain!

The cloudburst valiantly fights the Elaine,
The pellucid flurry wondering it's Shane,
Tries to stuff the muddy moraine,
But sadly cries into rain, rain, rain!

The baffled sleet faces refrain,
Awaits the rush hour of the town’s train,
To run away from the aubade, so urbane,
Sadly, the unconvincing rain, rain, rain, goes away.

[Arrival of summer]

BY SATVIKA UNDER THE PEN NAME SAVERA

Solomon's Rhyme

Laws restrict
but can’t constrain
What happens freely
the light reclaims    
     
Cause and effect
together apart
Squaring the circle
—the horse and the cart

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

Once In a While

Once in a while we both may smile
In ecstasy of love’s beguile
Pondering down memory lane
In delight of the loving game.

Do you feel flames of love again 
In that burning, yearning constrain
Seeing us sat upon a stile
Once in a while we both may smile.

A kiss betwixt our lips tactile 
Erstwhile we were young and agile
Frolicking in showers of rain
Pondering down memory lane.

In Paris on the river Seine
With a bubbly glass of champagne 
Serenaded many a mile
In ecstasy of love’s beguile.

I replay music Celtic style 
Smitten by the Emerald Isle
Seen from the comfort of a train
In delight of the loving game.

Now I’m back from memory lane
And we split anew once again
In dreams we’ll dance again in style 
Love reconciled, once in a while.

Light and Power

His surgeon was trained
to mainly constrain
traumatic physical pain

What is needed
instead

To nurture 
and nurse retrain
mental health
and safety strain

Maybe spiritual wealth regained
green resilience

Tao Zen Zeroist
wu-wei tipping point fame
for resonant balance

DayLight/NightUnPower
corresponding fear of shame
about dawn/dusk trauma drama

EarthTribe's cooperatively co-invested
ecofeminist refrain
+1 = -(-0) exponentially squared
rides our polycultural
polymetric x/y co-binary strain
multicultural healthy wealth
comedic trauma
stand up and sit down to pee
strain and pain 
hard and soft as rain
teacher student train.

We Did Truly Love

I know it started skin-deep. Pull! In love I fell.
Charm gave kinetic kick; Unique magical spell! 
I don't negate the touches; Tea to refresh! 
Did we not rise above our hunger of the flesh? 

Did I impose any constrain? Did I demand?
To fulfill my desires, did I ever command? 
Did I receive more and gave very miserly?
Did I not bestow you liberty entirely...? 

I reserved no gains in you for my egotism,
Offered myself with an absolute altruism; 
Flawless perfection was not that in you I sought,
It's toward honest love that I had always fought...!

Your waiting for hours for me to come back to deign,
Waiting on me while ill, midst your physical pain;
Staying close when rich; in penury still closer,
In times of troubles you became poise-composer...!

This is why our love, today, has turned true marvel,
Resurrecting and reviving from stages larval;
Passions, like reservoirs of nectar, brim-filling,
Our life has been tree near streams, in freshness thrilling...!


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Walking Through the Rain

Walking through the rain,
Away from all the pain.
Walking through the rain,
Away from all things in vain.

The old me is slain,
The shadows no longer remain.
The new me now in reign,
The brightest now free from the chain.

Walking through the rain,
Away from all of once was my bane.
Walking through the rain,
Away from all of the constrain.

The old me is slain,
The sorrow no longer a stain.
The new me now in reign,
The joy now forever regain.

Walking through the rain,
Away from all the disdain.
Walking through the rain,
Away from the mundane.

Time Reclaimed

Reaching for the universe
 fate extends a hand
Shortcut to Andromeda
  route at its command

The speed of light exceeded
all flashes turn inside
To burn and bend eternal
where life no longer dies

Each star laid out before me
 whose orbits spin and weave
Their presence all revealing
what black holes can’t retrieve 

Inside there are no limits
or borders to constrain
The words forever calling
in voices—time reclaimed 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)

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