Constraints Poems - Poems about Constraints

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...

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O, dear soul, who besieged your path to undress you? And bound your hands with threads of sorrow anew. To shatter your hopes, where sickening darkness blends, A dreadful cloak that flails the joy your life tends. Who finds rest when goodness is pushed away, Replaced by solitude that lands with a heavy sway? We all are...

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In this complex box of world, compact box of world, where all are jumbled – fumbled, where the mightier reign their voice, others adore their choice, how? how can I guide you to nail a steadfast identity, a fixed poetic self? I dreamed, as a young poet, bearded like a pard. I stood at an imagined crossroad … read...

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In four and sixty syllables He strains to squeeze some thoughts profound Into unyielding manacles Of 8x8 form, tightly-bound. He seeks to hand-pick words that sound Unforced by metric obstacles That sing and sensibly expound - In short, do verbal miracles!...

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The goal of being is a task assigned by those who know best from the rules put to page bringing most to broad dismay to be unique is not a goal exalted above those below to be set in boxes with four walls much like a prison where dreams die bars for windows lest birds fly escape to the sky far above still the freedom...

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Life is rarely fair, no one wants to share; everyone’s out for themselves. Love can change a heart, but first, we must start to think outside of ourselves. Good guys finish last; that die has been cast in stone by a creed of greed. But random kind acts create little cracks; that hold humanity's seed. We believe we're souls; playing out our roles in the theater of life. And...

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I dream in the morning As lowly constructs constrain at night Coercing my memory: Death's cousin makes me their dancing fool As a child, I had nightmares and thieves-- They indulged their appetites from my solace Now, I only dream in the daylight For my sleeping beauty calls me at night "My Heart Is Unobtainable," she says I wake as I had gone to...

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Thy birth on January 13th – cervical contractions would not abate the pesky master (papa), strove to synchronize seminal bait thence, forty-two weeks after ma parents did pro create imminent lviii plus years ago to date, this present baby boomer doth indubitably...

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asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk maids, or rather pressing said resources, sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous, and horrendous self destructive antics, where ballistic charges drugged eminent domain former nerve cell size occupants, thoroughly re-engineering sense and sensibility...

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Thy birth on January 13th – cervical contractions would not abate the pesky master (papa), strove to synchronize his seminal bait thence, forty-two weeks after ma parents did pro create Imminent lviii plus years ago to date this present baby boomer doth indubitably and inherently equate Nineteen hundred and fifty nine bequeathed birthed mine kempf ill fate neurological manifestation...

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the onset of emotional nadir, where ballistic ordnance bombed away fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood decrying, detonating, and describing me own Pigs Bay Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe and Panzer division invasion that clay like materiel within southern cerebral hemi sphere inroads usurped no delay riding roughshod via...

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Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication incorporating connection between anterior cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges) greater activity upon basal ganglia, which synoptic description does nothing to alter the predisposition to ingress of uncontrollable imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical fixation particularly during onset of puberty, when an emotional kamikaze nose dive at the nadir...

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I was a soul born in chaos my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal I have been blasted by forces outside of my own natures call and yet I can see the raw beginning of a mind fluid with the elements of the cosmos this "life" has been an experience of implosions , explosions , explorations bombardment , impartment , eruption corruption , inattention , and deliberations my...

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An inner impediment to sex… I am not comfortable with you like this. My attractions are so profound. However, I do not want to be denied. You see I know you have been around. I heard you telling my brother about how she clowned. For reasons I knew you and she was having sex and she acted like a *****. These are...

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Lost in the euphoria of love Swimming like the river had no endings Regardless of the story fate would always have to tell I was entangled by the hooks of her warm embrace I dangled in the mingle feeling like i had an angle Only but to find out that i was just jingling across the jungle I never believed little...

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