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Restraining Poems - Poems about Restraining


Mechanical Man
Too many tiny minds telling others what to do the sighted led by the blind even tho' they can't do it too curtailing all creativity restraining imagination destroying individuality those who can don't need advising those who can't should stop supervising let me make my own mistakes it's the only way I'll know what it takes to get where I need to be so put the key...

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Categories: restraining, how i feel, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Age and a Footballer
Age and a footballer A lot I hold against Age: It can the cheapest goals wedge, The fortyish striker make a tired leg; Final whistle of a match quick to beg, The referee not afraid to bluff For a first half long in rounding off! A great deal I have against Age: Many a thirtyish dribbler by the ball dribbled And later when interviewed...

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Categories: restraining, age, fear, football,
Form: Rhyme



14 February and Could Not Open My Door Restraining Order Slam
Put the key in my front door Like every other day And struggled to open it Because i forgot The date was February the 14th Valentine's Day And the door was stuck Under the insurmountable weight Of those i secretly admire That returned my card Reminding me Yours Sincerely Have you forgotten About the conditions Of your restraining order...

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Categories: restraining, slam,
Form: Free verse
Restraining Life
I know that I was born insane to love so much the face of Death. Insanity romanced me even when a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin. Why could society not understand that all I’ve ever really wanted equals none? They knew I never fancied animating flesh but would not let my life be done. I couldn't stir...

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Categories: restraining, fantasylife, me, longing, life,
Form: Rhyme
The Restraining Order
"Well, how ya doin?" he asked placing his foot inside the door. His face became a sneer as he recognized her fear that only strengthened his resolve. "What are you doing here?" she said leaning her body against her side of the door. She couldn't smile, didn't want to frown as terror coated her tongue. "Well, I come to see you, dahlin." he cooed leaning...

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Categories: restraining, social
Form: Narrative




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