Short Constraining Poems

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Premium Member Embracement Dire-

Dissolution emptiness; Translates into rainy life; Constraining Transit passion Dire embracement Desolation life constraining Transients Passion Embrace desire
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020


Premium Member Overlooking Our Identity

Overlooking our Identity 

This is the activity
in which each of us
engage..
Overlooking our Identity
as expanse and expanding
confining it to a
constraining cluster of
perceptions and thoughts..
Until!:
we notice the caging
and the confinement
sounding freedom's call...

Premium Member Shame

Shame,
a shroud,
has fabric
woven from the
dark, anguished threads of
self-recriminations
and of inadequacies.
Caught in its twist, the frail weave on,
constraining themselves in self-loathing.
Unravel fibers of despair. . . Unveil!


For Skat's Any Old Poem #7 Poetry Contest
Form: Etheree

Premium Member I am

Listen to poem:
I am, that I am.
I am, I exist.
I know, that I know, I exist.
I am self-aware of me.
Born free without constraints,
With no bounds or boundaries
Constraining what I am.
My 'am' intentional existence
Lies in being, conscious, aware and present,
Here and now, 
That is, 
What I am

A Gift Bereft

A gift bereft
Tortured and left
Cleft
To the inclines
The reclining
Desires; fought
Released
Realised
Out of 
A 30 year pain
A constant drain
From her taut
Body; tensions
Constraining
All she could be.
But realised
With another
Discovered
Without care
Passion
Laid bare
Images seared
Across my heart
Sliced and donated,
A dated dream
My heart lies unseen;
A gift bereft


Poetry 101

To celebrate cerebration is my intent
There is no pattern, no meter needed here
No rhyme to strain for lest I swallow an iambus
Since a foot  in my mouth is not masticatable.

Convention is but a hindrance
And form is restraining
As custom is constraining
To conform is to die.

I will not live dying-ly
Audacity forever is my motto
Morality in verse is not prerequisite
And I will kill any attempt to submit to such an evil abeyance.
Form:

Premium Member Ministry Essence

Christ’s constraining love* …verily the cause …of ministry joy …serving others well …by God’s grace and might… Faith in the Lord …does move our hearts …in reaching out …triumphantly…. Saviour’s truth …must be shared …with gladness… Midst care… …we do… …love…!
*2Corinthians 5:14 For the love of Christ constraineth us; because we thus judge, that if one died for all, then were all dead. July 1, 2019

Premium Member Constraining Love

Christ’s constraining love* sublime Frees my heart from guilt’s fetters Enclosing me with His grace To enjoy His peace. Around my Lord’s divine care My soul seeks great revival Toward fiery service-bliss Against sin’s venom.
*Ephesians 2:4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us. July 5, 2019 Honorable Mention, "1400 Brian Strand" Poetry Writing Contest Judged on 8/4/2025
Form: Dodoitsu

Risen

A sprit risen, spans the ether, soars on wings of fire, 
And milk and honey vocals sings aloud the waking choir, 
Of air and grace, salvation stirred, with elements of chance 
Redeemed and suffered unto Eden's sweet deliverance. 
In cyclic surge, the choral seas, plumb resonance so deep, 
Constraining night the blinding light surrenders fallow sleep; 
And all the galaxies rejoice in resonant appeal, 
A spirit risen courts the moon for love alone will heal.
© Tony Bush  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

My Conscience

MY CONSCIENCE

It troubles me more than occasionally 
It affects me deeply
I feel strongly
I love deeply
I think always of how I affect 
The people around me 
It tires me 
Frequent assessments of my actions
Lumbers me 
Slowing me down
Constraining me 
Making me think before I act 
I fence sit a lot 
The law of unintended consequences
Causes me not to rush 
I pander and question everything
My mind acts as a sentry
Assessing all of my actions
Guiding and controlling me
I don’t feel free
Form: Prose

Jellybean

Jellybean is his name
the kids named him
golden furry little critter
running on his wheel all day
like a little machine
he wakes and runs
and sleeps and eats
then wakes and runs
again every day 
on that wheel
except the day 
his little cage door
was left open
not his mundane routine
of running on the wheel
instead nervous excitement
all day of exploring
no constraining wheel
freedom to breath
to think to feel
I like the days 
when I discover
my cage door 
was left open

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