Impeded Poems | Examples

My Heart, Felled as a Tree

Deprived of your love I become a will-o-the-wisp,
a ghostlike entity, whose illumination has faded
with the echoing of your final word, "Goodbye."
Not a daunting wisp of the shimmering kind,
nor one to haunt or harm. Feel no alarm from me
for I am no longer whole, the woman I used to be.

Without your hand to hold, your lips to kiss, 
your arms enfolding me close to your chest,
there would be no love to quell my need.
Desire would wither like a forsaken seed.
Felled, would be my heart as if it were a tree.
The brokenness of me would be conceded,
left alone to live with yearning and in misery.

My heart would die a little each day,
without hope of being resurrected.
Its beat would slow, severely impeded.
I would live in a grayling world on my own
where Winter winds would chill my bones.
I would stand on the edge of a frozen lake
contemplating inching my way to the middle,
knowing water flows there, swiftly to the sea.
A break in the ice would end my heartache
as I ride on the current like a felled tree.

NEVER IMPOSSIBLE

Inspired by the fact that Stevie Wonder is a blind musician, yet has never been impeded by his disability to achieve, here am I… persisting to do my best to help my special child attain triumphant milestones.
  
Ascending amidst impossibility's attacking angst
Bravery blossoms, boasting of blessings
Cleaving to commitment with clarity
Defying despair, disability-distress…

Endeavoring with exhorting excitement exuberantly
Faith toward fruition freely fuels fulfillment for
God guards and guides by His grace…

Hoisting with hope, healing heralds healthiness 
Inspiring against infirmities toward what's impossible* to impart impactful
Joy so jubilant to fulfill tasks in life’s journey despite jeering jury… 

Kindled with kindness...
Loving my special child toward his liberation
Maximized by milestones, magnify mercy with miracles...
Not and never impossible through the Lord Who nourishes and nurtures.

*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.

April 11, 2025
1st place, "Stevie Wonder" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones; judged on 4/16/2025

Teach Us To Pray

Just as a child talks to his dad, talk to the Supreme Lord.
He'll fulfil your needs and show you the heavenly abode.
Praise him. Worship him. Glorify his name as it's holy.
You are a co-heir of his kingdom. Do not feel lowly.

When you lack food at night for your guest, won't you ask your friend?
Though he feels irked first, won't he answer your need at the end?
With an innate pulse, he knows all your needs before you ask.
As flies and bees, yet, labouring for your bread is your task.

Have you ever asked with faith and felt that you'd not heeded?
Though you searched like a seeker, were your efforts impeded?
Did your kith and kin spurn opening the door when you knocked?
From the sun, moon, and stars (nature's conveyors), are you blocked?

Your soul must be light like a feather, all the burdens shed.
You must twine with the Father, like a flower with the thread.

Verb-ing

Written by Gail Debole
November 26, 2024

Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town.
English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down.

"Being an adult" is now one word.
We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard?

So I guess the next noun to be "verbed"
Is that a child is "childing" or is that absurd?

All languages evolve through the years.
Face the facts. Get over your fears.

Nothing you can do to stop the "ings."
"Verb-ing" the nouns is more than a fling.

Younger generations speak their own type of speak.
Older generations try to keep up so they do not look weak.

No one person controls the words we say.
New ones arise and old ones lose sway.

Now all the nouns can be "verb-ed" or "e-d-ed."
Language creativity cannot/should not (shouldnot?) be impeded.

And, in the future, how many words will survive?
Will acronyms and emojis be the language that thrives?

Algorithmic Rhythm

The marooned muse floats
with waned creative craving
in the emotive stream of impeded passion,
faces the monotonous stodgy scenario
over the tedious span of time
in the bleary plateau of poet’s blasé block.

That’s when it seeks for 
AI’s algorithmic rhythm of ideas and style
within the cauldron of coherent fecundity, 
but is downright dismayed 
by the lack of  Promethean depth,
devoid of the nuance of imagination impulse.

The chord of heart’s violin doesn’t resonate
with the unique personal touch,
for the melody of lyrical longing 
remains unreplicated in the artificial sonata.

The Stranger's Course

“I have been a stranger in a strange land.”
                      -	Bible, Exodus 2:22

This land doesn’t welcome the undefined,
Unsung are the ones that desire its light,
Impeded are those who seek the hidden,
Strangers aren’t embraced by its rising sun,
Cocooned in mystery are the land’s ways,
The night does not grant access through its door,
I do not know what brought me to this land,
I don’t know what trailed my feet through its path,
I seek to know and pursue my purpose,
The books say that time will bring my sure course.

Spread Your Wings

Now gaze at the wonder of the sky

Then spread your wings and attempt to fly

Only courage needed but if impeded

You'll live in fear till the day you die

Just take that painful first step forward

And follow the dream you're heading toward

No mental anguish so you'll never languish

Celebrating over mountains soared

Quagmire

A quagmire is a soft, murky bog that shakes
or yields under the foot:
in other words, a swamp.
One that is imbued with sticky mud;
where progress is impeded
and souls get stuck.
A quagmire is also a synonym:
for an unpleasant, constrictive situation,
from which it is not easy to escape.
Look around you; we are stuck
in a swamp of rage and hate.
A quagmire of our own making.
Bigotry is a by-product of fear and greed,
and the blood of the innocent sullies our souls.
We are sinking into conformity;
stuck in the quicksand of complacency.
Change is strictly rationed to the masses,
and it is tightly controlled by a few.
We are born as a cog in a system
designed to extract our individualism 
and replace it with compliance;
thereby keeping us stuck within the very gears
that keep grinding us down.
We need to drain that swamp,
but the alligators are always on patrol.

Cosmos Leisure

Written: November 15, 2023
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Some seek leisure in the pristine wilderness
The solitary coast is the site of separateness
Each one is barred from harboring bitterness
The ocean thundering, roaring in its utterness
Nature fascinates me beyond my smallness
Never before impeded in the path of emptiness
From lackluster scarcity and austere emptiness
An itch for oneness in the cosmos of loneliness
We wait idly for the angel's plea for tenderness.

I Walk

In the darkness I walk
I hear the shadows they talk
It makes me fear for my life
Impeded by strife
I dream of the knife on the shelf
Knowing I'll cut myself
But it's my eyes that bleed
When my misery is freed

I'm living my life in a loser's pradise
Where each day one is the roll of the dice
Tomorrow is no longer a given
And I'll never be forgiven

In the light I'd like to walk
I hear the angels they talk
They're taking me away
From my darkest day
I dream of joy on the shelf
Knowing I've healed myself
But still it's my eyes that bleed
When it's love that I need

I'm living my life in a winner's paradise
Where each day six is the roll of the dice
Tomorrow is certainly a given
And I might be forgiven

He Called Me Lazarus

He Called Me Lazarus
Miracle Man
2/22/2023

Good morning Lazarus,
were his first words voiced.
Then immediately with tears,
my eyes began welling. 
Twas one day past Easter,
and I sat there unvoiced. 
Thoughts rushing from my heart,
that were compelling.

He was referencing the day, 
God had rescued me.
I think back on this time,.
when prayer warriors pleaded.
Then from the pangs of death,
“Miracle Man” came to be.
God’s hand during this time, 
was not to be impeded.

As advanced years whisper by,
God grants me recall.
Of the destiny that brought,
 this time into being.
The Widow Maker and S.C.A.
did both on me befall.
But God had a purpose,
far beyond my seeing.

Repeat Offender

My Granddad can’t stay on the straight and narrow
Robs garden centres with his bow and arrow, 
Police knew his scheming 
So now he is screaming
Speeding downhill in a plastic wheelbarrow

As gramps in his wheelbarrow got lots of LOLs
The river impeded his getaway goals
When used as a boat
It just wouldn’t float
Since when did those wheelbarrows have drainage holes

He dragged out the barrow as fast as he could
Expecting somehow it could do him some good
He thought it made sense 
To ask Fred the Fence
“Who launders wheelbarrows in this neighbourhood?”

He sold the wheelbarrow and tried to go straight
Then Grandad found weeds all round his garden gate
“Oh for goodness sake,
I need a new rake.”
Went shopping at ten ’cause the store closed at eight

He snuck through a window by breaking the pane
And made his way through to the garden tools lane
The alarm’s manic blast
Brought police really fast
He grabbed a wheelbarrow and set off again

Birthday Lament

I'm mailed sweet birthday cards
full of warmest regards …
	but with vision so blurred
	I just can't read a word,
I long to be twenty again …

then wife bakes me that cake
so a wish I may make
	though I don't have the breath
	to assure candles' death,
now forty sounds all right to me …

she next coos on my lap
and proposes we nap,
	but yearning's receded,
	in bed I'm impeded,
I'll settle for sixty, okay?

His Life Mattered, Part V

...He brother railed at her when they were wed,
‘Uncle Tom, race traitor!”such words were said,
‘Raised by a white man, you’ll mess up your son!”
She just rolled her eyes, and said, “Are you done?”

She had no more time for her brother’s hate,
it impeded with a life that was great,
Keenan had a new dad, and soon sisters three,
no more self-destruction, no more misery.

Manusmriti 9 Point 94

94.A man,aged thirty years,shall marry a maiden of twelve who pleases him,or
a man of twenty-four a girl eight years of age;if(the performance of)his duties would(otherwise)be impeded,(he must marry) sooner...
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