Self Imposed Poems - Poems about Self Imposed

That I be ambushed in early gambit for my king was a sacrifice too great - just a pawn in a game and I am it plays out its capture and winless stalemate. He not bared to his human desires nor fruit on the essential vines thirsts alone - and now for all my passions...

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She had bought into the dream captivated by the idea of wealth Given herself no mercy, strapped on those pantyhose like holsters. Envious of the women she saw on lunch hour who had on light dresses Manifesting in no way toward her soul self, enslaved in an office Became a babbling computer, spewing out figures, numbers, math. Hope and...

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Timid upon standing Flailing at equilibrium with outstretched fingertips Desperate to grasp that which is unattainable for now and conceivably forever Anguish consumes the frontal cortex as the lower brain pulls the strings emphatically Enlightenment is thwarted by an insatiable thirst for pleasure and unapologetic indulgence Sedated and aloof Injected with a serum that nullifies cerebral interjection The mind becomes a host for any poisonous intrusion Undefended and...

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It's a self-imposed curse, loneliness is perverse In self-pity you wash, in lethargy you slosh You care what others think, while your own ego shrinks You don't walk, you just slink -- in your eyes you just stink... But the truth, you should know, is that others tiptoe Around you 'cos...

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folded into her own crinkled wrinkled newsprint self, delight and enthusiasm rapidly dissipate Torn pieces of herself languish in her own self-imposed purgatory joyless, she sees nothing of her former light. In greyscale, her essence waits in anguish for the return of self....

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I followed her to China I followed her to Spain I traipsed behind her neck bones. I marveled at her brain. She asked me to please leave Which really hurt my feelings. She called the county cops. Which left my mind a reeling. I followed her to spinning class. I followed her to planets Z and Zoom. I followed her to her grandma’s. Where the...

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I’m lodged in this train on a top spot yet alone...while others trace a blue noon amiably, As dewed mist holds me immovable From my row ... the toot of a loud whistle makes me want to peep out restlessly. This journey is intermittent through my solos of night, where most wayfarers gig on--...

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In misery she sits and sighs in darkness with the shades all closed. She counts her problems, stares, and cries in isolation self-imposed. In darkness with the shades all closed, she contemplates a world gone gray in isolation self-imposed, and troubles keep her joy at bay. She contemplates a world gone gray. Anxiety confounds her mind, ...

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I invite this pain, Upon myself willingly; Plunging a sharp sword each day, Into my own heart, You cannot see my deep wounds; My own self-inflicted scars. I pen my sad words, ...

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I want to go back to my country But I can't seem to find the way Poverty is blurring the coordinates With every passing day I want to sit with my family And speak my native tongue Eat my mother’s home cooked meals And feel that I belong I am happy to have the work I do At least it pays the rent But after...

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Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society. this poem is a result of my disappointment. Inhabitable lineal consanguinity, paraphernalia under the subordination. A resourceful visible Bond, to colonize the characteristic of vocation. To command inhabited Living, to obtain Ledger of human grace, Aristocrat, Barbarian excommunication, excellence of allocation. Mom says,’ Son’ go...

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*^* ==================== Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity Jigging gracile moves in vivacity Relishing in zest in this gravity Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate? Smiles, elation in face delineate Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate No one cares? No one adores? it's too late Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime Making incubuses remorse in rhyme Bequeathing qualm, fright...

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All this hyped up glam and glitz giggly girls break down in fits these mascara clad boys devoid of wits The shallower they go, the deeper it gets Sillouettes lacking inner angles and lines... The substance goes absent when the light shines... Plotless drama without direction, still winds These tragically bad fads...

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