Restraint Poems - Poems about Restraint

A timeless infinity Stretches in all directions... Reaches high But finds a ceiling, Reaches low But finds a floor -- This timelessness is only horizontal It reaches for the goal But dissolves it in water Before it can be grounded In a surreal place Of touches and smells But no sounds, no tastes, no visions... If I am hearty, then forgive me, For I do not belong here, Far from...

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The eating of pie before dinner, It isn’t on point to get thinner. It’s best to let go That tin pan of woe, And be a calorical winner. ...

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Its a reggresive sight to see the condition of hostages Being released by hamas?? Its a sad counterpoint to the Whole sad situation.' And gnaws away at hope of there Being any good solution, any way to sanity..For barbarisam will But destroy all souls that employ it.' Enough.!! Time to Consider on our humanity surely' and the positives it can Facilitate.'...

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Words rest on my tongue, sharp and heavy, like shattered glass, aching to spill. But as they press against my lips, ready to slice their way out, a voice pulls me back: They are not worthy of your fire. And I pause. I ask myself— what’s stronger? The urge to make them bleed, or the strength to walk away and let their silence swallow them whole?...

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My tongue curls in on itself, an unreasonable fist too stubborn to unclench. Pulling punches, muscle memory it never owned, saves what little flesh hasn’t folded to thicker skin in the game. Yet here it is, unraveling, slowly surrendering to necessity— callused, unwelcome softening in a mouth that remembers nothing gentle, nothing easy. The grip loosens only to recoil, a reflex meant to protect, now an ill-fit for the...

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An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover I will firstly frankly forwardly forthrightly fastidiously befriend you. Then I will completely correctly courteously candidly chastely court you. Then whencesoever I have wonderfully wackily warmly wooingly won wed you, I’ll be free to laughingly longingly lustily lecherously lasciviously licentiously lengthily ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly...

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"Am I the All You Need?" Slow to detect His voice, my fists are clenched to hit. Do I require restraints? I'm mad enough to spit. "Am I the All You Need? " The prompt now clearly heard. Yet still I rave and rant - discerning God’s clear "STOP" searing sparks to supplant. "Am I the All You Need?" incessant, faint but firm. My selfish wrath delayed; I...

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leaves still in bed the sun on tiptoes the world shivering...

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Restraint Once again a young man of color, is cruelly struck down, and his family and community respond with great restraint, ...

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“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson I've painted Autumn with burnt umber strokes and...

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I’m going to each of my suitemates' rooms. One at a time, methodically. I pause, for dramatic purpose, until I have their full attention. Once I have it, I rushingly, excitedly, breathlessly say, “I’M getting pizza later, for the GAME!” Like a seven year old child. Now, my roommates KNOW we're ordering pizzas later. They’re all...

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Used to keep certain things to ourselves Restraint We kept the dirty laundry on the shelf Knew when to button our lip Restraint We didn't let dark secrets slip Rightfully condemned the tale-bearer Restraint Pitied the heart-on-his-sleeve wearer With 'restraint' now a curiosity of the past However long can friendships last?...

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Who only Honor can, must never Love! (And Yet, he Loves, all hidden and unspoke!) Who hath Heart sworn to Holy Spirit Dove, Can never break what must remain unbroke! Yet words a-tangle mesmerize him, still! They speak in echoes and tangential cries. They do not dare the sacred chalice to spill And yet he holds the image of her eyes As jewels...

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Upon our first meeting, fear ran to my fingertips. Within a few choice words, The tingling became the titillation of lust. You opened a door, its hinges rusted, its boards warped by time. The sirens in my soul sang to me, warning of the danger yet luring me to walk with you upon a net-less rope above the sea. All that I...

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Dust motes spiral round, Filling attic sunlight's rays Try not to disturb...

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