Pressuring Poems | Examples

Cenobite Muse

My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite, 
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite. 
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain. 
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders, 
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders. 
This elusive euphoria sounds absurd, 
because I'm silent in my clandestine world. 
My pen has froze in this salacious summer, 
ignoring mental murderous moon's mummer. 
My faithful muse, why don't you abandon me, 
can't you see I have no time for poetry. 
I've fallen free without words, feeling too deep, 
please do not disturb me, I just want to sleep.

Greetings of Delight

Today, we greet each other 
with goodness-bliss
delighting everyone 
midst peace and grace 
around friendship bond 
marked by care
of hearty laughter 
bursting hope along exuberance 
now wafting brightly 
blessings from God.

Triumphing serenely 
over pressuring woes
we cheer each other 
to surmount pain
ascending, soaring by faith
toward fulfillment peak
lovingly reaching-out 
with prayer and compassion
constantly thanking* the Lord 
Who reigns supreme.

1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

October 30, 2022
3rd place, "A Note In The Wind" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 11/1/2022.

The Stair Case

The Stair Case

It stood before me, curving and long and awfully high.
Steps that seemed to go on forever
long and winding and narrow.
Like a twisting path in life, the staircase stretched before me
It travels both ways, either up toward the light
or, down, into a deep and darkened world of unknowns.
The stairs of life are everywhere, for everyone
Each person has his own path to follow.
Faith is required to climb this narrow path of life.
Fear drives me down the stairs to the unknown
A ray of sunshine beckons me, as I climb upwards
always encouraging me to travel on toward the mystery 
that awaits.
Fear, and gloom, pressure me, as I start down the staircase
pressuring me with uncertain and halting steps toward a 
place of failing and saddened events.
In this life we call ours there are choices. 
Choices of good, and bad, or brave or timid.
I choose; and the climb of life awaits
the light, or the dark.
Which way to go?
By faith! Or by fear!

Dedicated to my daughter, Mary Moriarty Branch
With the love of a Father, for one who means so much.

When You Come To Me In Different Colours

when you come to me in different colours
faded greys and pastel blues
forest greens and fiery reds
and when you come to me with lust smeared across your face
and an avalanche of passion in your soul
an aching tinge of necessity in your heart
just bursting out, bursting, bursting, bursting
and when you come to me like a wildcat
ferocious, seething, lurching with bared fangs
I know this angry need will not be contained
however hard I try - if ever I wanted to try.

you become so radiant, so changed, so immortal
and I, weakened and begging for mercy
scream out at this use-misuse, use-abuse
your colours, flashing like diamonds amid cut-glass
as you beat down on me blows of heartfelt lust
urging me high into arousal
easing me up, up, up towards the sky
pressuring me into life, into response
and I, a mere rag-doll at your disposal
scream out with unknown desires
aroused, high, urgent and brilliant white.

7.1992

Daffodils

As I sat nestled in the brush,
could I knowingly cast doubt,
no other creature was in a rush,
only humanity wanted out,
poisoned rivers with toxic landfills, 
decorated with dying daffodils.  

All that was garnered through toil,
those long pressuring years,
renewed like crops within soil,
nourished with wantoned tears,
bury me deep under foot and hills,
to rise with blooming daffodils.

Living on luck and a little chance,
darkness transcends to light, 
planted tulips a budding romance, 
sun set reaching out of sight, 
when winter winds bring those chills, 
return beneath with the daffodils.

Sticky Wicket

I.

sent home, undeniably 
smooth faced & a smile
traveled ten miles

shocking, the electronic stint
reading, reading, reading
the library; it’s closed

bought instant pot; soups
pressuring, ladeled into two
bowls. Lemony cake

with more lemony frosting
because he asked me too;
nothing else to do

stuck, at home;
sticky wicket —
wicked season

II.

curbside return,
a farside cartoon;
grand opening

tables and chairs tied up
like victims; taped up
mouths — wall plates

my smile stuck
inharmoniously;
attack of the mask

Zorro keeps pulling
it up to my eyes;
masquerade mayhem

when the pandemic ends
might save the scraps
for savage weather

III.

no end in sight
illness gaining strength;
anxious to arm wrestle

hide behind barrier
except when i get really close
screening unfathomable

IV.

Twenty twenty five
a good year;
face to face

i let out a sigh of relief;
the mirror
puts me back in my place

11/5/2020

*sticky wicket - metaphor used to describe
a difficult circumstance

Daily Delights

Beholding the mirror with exuberance
delighted at wellness-blest appearance
while exuding zest midst care giving endurance...
I thank the Lord for His gracious forbearance!

At the sight of our special child's entrance
oozing with refreshing fragrance
subduing, while in his wheel chair, immobility's hindrance... 
how I praise God for endowed perseverance!

For freedom moments from pressuring encumbrance
along relaxation-clearance, devoid of angst utterance
triumphantly blissful with reaching-out furtherance...
I worship Christ for everlasting life* assurance!

Romans 6:22 But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.

August 6, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18), any form,any theme" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/7/2020.

Vibrant Momentous Delights

Facing daily tasks with vibrant exuberance
delighted at healthy status revealing wellness-blest
while exuding zest midst care giving endurance...
I thank the Lord for His gracious forbearance fullest!

At the sight of our vibrant special child's entrance
oozing with refreshing fragrance along sweetness purest
subduing, by his wheel chair, immobility's hindrance... 
how I praise God for endowed perseverance to hurdle every test!

For vibrant freedom moments from pressuring encumbrance
along relaxation-clearance, devoid of angst pest
triumphantly blissful for reaching-out furtherance...
I worship Christ for everlasting life* toward heavenly rest!

*Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

July 26, 2020
Edited on November 17, 2021
4th place, " 'V' New or Old" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/22/2021.

Sunday

I remember red curtains
and red, round 
Loony Tunes logo.

Red couch and armchairs.

Beets on my plate
and two dark butterflies
nestled in the corner of the room.

How excited and scared I was
when I though they were a bat.

Balcony door got open,
the curtains moved
and they flew away.

I remember red spots
on their fluttering wings.

Yet, somehow Sunday
is still a yellow day.

Boring,
depressing,
pressuring.

The Whole Class Suffers

One kid kicks the chair.
Everyone loses recess.
Children begin to despise Kid One.
Teacher explains peer pressure is best way to control Kid One.

Kid One loves Her Power.
Kid One relishes everyone loses recess.
Kid One kicks over six chairs and throws the computer 
Breaking it into smithereens. Whole class gets whooped.

Principal speaks to teacher, who is now also despised by students.
Principal is optimistic there will be a change.
Teacher will not back down.
Teacher has no other power but her Kingdom, not about to give in.

Kid One breaks window by throwing a desk through it.
Whole class loses recess for three months.
All parents are sent a part of the bill to pay
To punish their children for not pressuring Kid One to stop.

Teacher still has her job.
Height of injustice...

Pressures On

Peer pressure is a beast
I have been trying to tame
But temptation sets in
Trying to keep myself sane

The peer pressurer knows
He has pressured his way
Yes is the only answer
Pressured, No you can't say

Will you break to the pressure
When the pressure is on
Say yes to the question
When you know it's wrong

You have pressured me this
So I will riddle you back
Maybe I'm the peer pressurer 
And your caught in my trap

At first I had to loose 
Give into the pressure 
Be a student at best
Listen to the lecture

The peer pressurer laughs
As his pressure it builds
Tempting you to give in
Pressured feelings of guilt

Everyone has fallen
At one time or another
Being pressured persistently 
By peer pressure of others

Everyone is guilty 
For using peer pressure
To sway the mind
With a pressuring gesture

When put up against
Peer pressure that's strong
Will you be peer pressured
When the pressure is on

Written 2-23-19


This poem I like in particular. A favorite of my own, I've written so far

Time

Sometimes, the air is too muggy-
it's hard to catch your breath
you trip as you run up the stairs-
too fast
too much 
too soon

it's life.

It doesn't slow down, 
pause or give you room to breath

Man's construct of time is treacherous-
it eats away at the inevitable-
it rushes you to fulfill your destiny
by pressuring you to obtain societies' duties-

which are also man-made
a construction of our world-
manipulation at its finest-

what happened to our youth?
When time lasted,
Moments were cherished and continuous-
then sometime around adolescence, 
we lost the joy of life 
and instead, focus on time's constraints

soon everything is measured by time,
all is constructed according to our linear understanding
we don't fully live in the moment-
rather expecting and anticipating the next moment

this leaves us all;
living in the future-
stuck, frustrated with time's pressures

How could man create such a thing
that destroys our pure existence

Out of It

The time of struggle of those young days,
Brings along so much struggle in many ways.

A battle untold, a story unfold,
Everyday as we take up our swords, she says.

A new fight against the demons of darkness,
Time passes by each day pressuring us with lesser days.

All reasons gets thrown out of the window,
When the temptations of everyday life comes to play, she sways.

Pretending to be alright and in the right mind,
She begins straying from her path as time goes by in many ways.

-26/08/2017

Loosing Track of Who You Are

Art, the art of love, the art of music, to sink your soul into.
The art of nature, the art of man-made construction.
Stories, books, poems.
These artistic things let out your emotions.

but chores, work impressing others, stress, parents pressuring you to push through life, they know whats best for you.
They know you, they said.  You'll love it, they said.

Except we have choices.
We grow up being ourselves, we choose who we are, 
even if we have to hide for a bit.

We- correction...!  YOU.
You are, who you are.
You decide who YOU ARE!
No one else can be you, only you can be you.
Live your life to the fullest, and have fun doing it!

-beast-

-Daily Poetry #2, January 30, 2017-
Word: Beast
This part of me that cannot live by the rules, hidden by lies I've told myself,
Like a wolf howling to the moon, I will cry out my frustration.
All the things that were hidden by the pressuring life I live,
The beast inside of my soul refuses to live under dictation.

Running wild with the night and raising my head high,
Joints cracking as I let off the steam of another day's stress. 
Like a fire in my soul and a spark in my eye, I cry out,
Just like the magnificent beast that lives in my chest. 

When I must wake to another day's endless chore,
And closing my eyes, wondering if I'll be able to walk anymore,
I realize that the night will always be there to welcome me home,
And the beast knows that I will always come. 

Having seen this hybrid part of me, let it out and take no orders,
Accepting that I cannot truly be normal when I have this piece of me.
Can you handle this hybrid, this wild beast?
No worries, I'll let you find your side and be free.

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