Constricts Poems | Examples

The Feel of My Anxiety

Anxiety is like obsidian piercing my heart a thousand times, 
As a king snake contracts against my tired heart muscles.
It can be as simple as a cheetah flying off the ground, 
As it chases its prey with a wild, frantic need.

It can be a sledgehammer pounding against my brain, 
Or a bunch of sharp nails messaging my eyes. 
Anxiety is a hands that wrap around my throat, 
As it begins it suffocates me with a crushing grip.

At times I feel like I've been shot by an arrow so deep in  my arms, 
As the pain shoots up and down, numbing my palms.
Or it can be as simple as the toilet calling my name, 
Anxiety, oh, it’s never quite the same.

At times, it feels like it could one day be the end of me, 
As obsidian pierces, the king snake constricts.
I struggle to be free,
But it still keeps chasing right after me.

Surviving in the Post-Truth World

In the realm of post-truth and misinformation,
We find ourselves adrift on a turbulent sea,
Deceit's waves rise, falsehoods obscure the sun,
Facts, like elusive phantoms, fade from view.

This treacherous current, a serpent coiled,
Around the pillars of reason, constricts our grasp,
Threatening to engulf our collective thought,
As we navigate murky waters of manipulation.

The lighthouse of objective reality stands,
Obscured by the fog of deceit, doubt's embrace,
Sirens of disinformation sing beguiling songs,
In this distorted reflection of truth, we dwell.

We, the sailors of the digital age, must wield,
The compass of critical thought to chart,
A course toward distant shores of clarity,
Across this tempestuous sea of ambiguity.

Consumption

Unhinge your jaw, snake, what’s a little more?
You’re eating worlds faster than they make them
And nothing fills you better than a tale of love and war.

You’re ravenous, really, making feasts out of beasts.
You’re every monster’s monster and your hunger never dies
As your shadow stretches over bones you’ve bleached.

Jormungand’s ribs poke like toothpicks in your teeth,
Tying twine ‘round your molars ‘til gaps and the string
Melt to baleen and bone, fangs unused and unseen.

You sift through the dead and your previous meals
Searching for something to take off the edge
Of the wound in your skull that never quite heals.

Come on, snake, devour, it’s all you can do—
You cannibalize the length of your life
When you’ve run out of ways to avoid the truth.

You see thousands of times but won’t open your eyes
‘Cause real life constricts but in mirrors you’re free,
And your hunger hurts no one when you’re eating lies.

Third-person you swallow your tail without help.
The snake, ouroboros, that endless decay;
You’ve consumed every lie and are left with yourself
And you realize too late you ate your whole life away.

Obsession

Love is a writhing mass of tentacles.
Its immense and undulating form sits deep in the depths of my core.
It constricts me, so everything I am 
and all that I feel gets pulled back and transmuted into more. 
It all becomes love.
When you're near, I can feel it rising.
Hungry arms reach-
shoot up into my chest, and move up my throat.
It wraps itself around- BECOMES my tongue. 
I keep my jaws clenched. 
I bite down for us both,
If I try to speak, It will burst forth and grab you- entangle you.
It will draw you close, 
and in, 
and down. 
till "us" 
becomes "I".
Until we are both at the center of all-consuming love.

Above the Quay

Some will say I have paid my just, spiritual Penance 
Though no crime have I confessed before the bar. 
With bitter Perfume in my nostrils, with Poise, I stand 
And ponder quickly the maddening accusations hurled ...  
Then pull the Platinum chain tightly around my neck, 
[Coarse rope too primitive and gauche a way to die] 
I deign to feel my body Quiver as the neck constricts 
Above the Quay; my feet dangling below the waterline. 
There shall remain neither Quandary about my motive, 
Nor, Quaint the considered choice of this my last hurrah.


Written February 6, 2021
For "Mind Your P's & Q's Contest" 
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner

Yearning For God

Yearning for hope shadows her thoughts
Blazing through her heart and soul
Her stomach is all tied up in knots
She longs for love that will make her whole

Grief constricts her arid throat with worry
Life has given her so much to contend with
Will God forgive the anger and fury?
She wonders if true love is only a myth

Black sorrow beckons to her gloomy plans
Whispering despair instead of compassion
The empty church she takes in as she scans
Her clammy skin has all but changed to ashen

Breaths of mourning curse her thoughts of hope
Brilliant light seems to pour from the pews
Will she ever find a sincerely good way to cope?
Could this be the time when she will choose?

Finally, her heart gives in to the radiant joy
Flaming across the church with brilliant poise
Her heart is filled with a love nothing can destroy
Grace has saved her soul from the hate filled noise









A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes On Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
December 16, 2020

Going To the Hospital

I'm going to the hospital again.
I'll see some new and old friends.
The doctor must like me for he likes to see me,
At least once a year to attend,

To matters concerning my throat.
Seems it slowly constricts and I choke.
Food sticks in my throat, I strangle and choke,
It's a chore just to eat that's no joke.

But it's only day surgery you see.
By noon they will soon set me free.
We'll go out to eat, my family and me,
I can order whatever I please.

There'll be no soup du jour for I've had the cure.
I can eat whatever I see.
For one year it's just great, I can fill up my plate.
Till it happens again I'll feel free.

Mother

Perhaps the fear will pass,
they say time heals all wounds, 
but wounds of the heart?

Assurance is not enough,
though some find happiness in delusion. 

When reality brings the forgotten fear back, 
and slaps you hard; 
do you stay or leave?
 
Have not the cries and pleas of children,
penetrated your ears and touched your heart? 

Are you so withdrawn and so accepting,
you can ignore, 
only to live and love TERROR?

Do the important things enter your head, 
only to disappear 
as fear constricts the mind?

Can you escape?
 
Do you dare to risk such thought?
 
Or just avoid any possibility, 
that you can make it safely, 
And SURVIVE.

Crush

I’m not writing this for you, silent intemperate witness
 the same rain paints your canvas but lifeless
 self neurosis constricts and binds rainbows
 from adorning walls of crashing acidic lies
 Honesty laced with empathy, is it that hard?

 Crushing waves of apotheosis, honour and kin
 the only traits noble of hominine sacrifice
 left on broken blood soaked shores of lassitude
 The web glues all whether you like it or not
 lighting up every cell to stimulate interior growth

 Reawaken to the facts and reconnect, everything is waiting
 opposite the shores of occupation and self-immolation

Be Young Forever

That is my wish for you
that you be young forever
No matter what age you attain
you keep a burning
to stay young
in your heart and soul.

This would bring happiness
to see you in life's glow
always maintaining a good attitude
of youthful effervescence
to get you through
turbulent, stressful times

It's this yearning
that will sear into your essence,
for years are just a number
that constricts the feeble minded
But you smile with delight,
keep the fire blazing

transcend the universe
with a serene, peaceful cascade
that reveals your true arrangement
with eternal wonderings.

Love Fever

It was to meet; my eyes with his.
Why, he’s no stranger; do I know him?
Why is he staring? Something’s wrong with me?
Our eyes lock and my heart somersaults.
Now my loin constricts and my heart’s racing.
At the exit, I’ve no business to turn back.
But something’s burning my back;
Laser rays or his eyes…yes, he’s looking straight at me!
My hand shakes as I unlock my car; 
I did miss the red light!
Thanks God, I’m safe home.
Some curses under breath bring back my senses.
But this night I’m not to sleep.
His eyes are not leaving me.
Gosh! I’m smiling and laughing foolishly.
My temperature’s rising! 
I take a shower and refresh the wrinkled bedsheet.
First dawn, I sit staring at the fan.
Oh! I’m in love.
Heart longing, I’m there again 
and again in the days to follow, 
eyes thirsty, searching but for his eyes!


Placed 7 out of 10 for contest Free Verse about love by laura Loo
Selected as 'Poem of the Day' on 21/01/17

The Grass Is Always Greener

The stares burn my skin,
I fail to conform, becoming faded in the world.
Only one choice: follow others or be forgotten,
The ropes hold me back, forcing me to forget myself.
I feel the pressure to categorize who I am,
Labels controlling the way we act:
Sexuality, gender, and friends,
Without a choice I'll never be accepted.
I choose to separate from the conformist ideology that constricts who I am.
I choose to find the greener grass on the other side.

A Feast For the Bride

Moonshine hues in a powerful projection 
peep in to light the lovers’ cavern with profusion.

Her tibias go weak; on the stone table, displayed 
were wooden large bowls full and neatly arrayed.

Her colon constricts and she retains a gas, about to leak,
as she wants very much to look a bride, composed and meek.

A graceful raise of clavicles and a sexy push of the pelvic girdle
masked her gluttonous stare which clearly is to tolerate no hurdle.

She sniffs cautiously as her bridegroom leads her to her chair;
delicious soup of small intestines and roasted gall bladders for two to share. 

A huge portion he serves her with exaggerated tenderness
“This for you, a first humble meal, my beautiful beloved ogress…” 


Tibias, colon (large intestine), clavicles, pelvic girdle,small intestines, gall bladders.

12/09/16
A body of work (Viv Wigley)
Use of 6 body parts

I Had To Do It

Just listen and understand…
I had to do it!
It hurts, it really hurts.
There, where no balm can be applied;
So deep a wound that bleeds through eyes;
Loin constricts and knees collapse.
In the dark I’m to lick my bruises, forever.

But, just listen and understand…
I had to do it!
For the sake of pride,
For the sake of self-respect;
More so, for we are human not God,
More so, for we are women not men.
Reflect upon my dearest of what we endured.

So, listen and understand…
I had to do it!
I died a million times when we parted
But you killed me with one blame,
however lame today it does sound.
You cursed the purity of siblings’ blood
And blasphemed our holy spirit.

Please, listen and understand…
I had to do it!
Severe my relation with you.
Not a day gone when I did not think
Of our baby that you’ve been.
Judge me as you may now,
I still love you so dearly.



For contest: If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? Silent One
Date: 14/06/16
2nd place, Glory

And You Call It Love

Warm cocktail of happiness and pain
Sometimes the eyes cannot hold this disdain 
unsaid constricts and the volcano erupts
ending a painful conflict within
to shed the tears to ease on the burden.

There are days when you long for human touch, 
that one hug from someone you love or 
maybe from someone who loves you. 
This is reassurance that you exist.

Reassurance of something deeper 
than just frivolous playful words, 
Love, not pity, not sympathy, nothing, 
but the silent warmth of trust, care and togetherness.

It is strange feeling to love from a distance, 
Strange and heart wrenching at times and 
yet there it a sweet pleasure in it, 
Pleasure of knowing, believing that someone thinks of you
worth it and a smile travels through the tears.

An instant flush warms you up and
then reality shows you the mirror, 
The illusion fades away, 
ultimately you see surrounded by "fear".

Fear of things that have not yet happened and 
maybe they even won't, but you fear and 
in that fear anxious heart cries for comfort 
Comfort of that illusion, that mirage you call it love.

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