Constraints Poems

Constraints poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of constraints poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on constraints are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Freedom

Freedom prose poem

Tossed and tumbled in the mischievous wind I quickly realized how badly I needed a string attached to my wings and a hand on the back end that I may float in resonance to the breezy music. that I may

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Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Things We Lost In The Rain (brain Storm)

Things We Lost In The Rain (brain Storm) short poem

I know I have to hurry to catch the morning train although I train my mind to forget, I still feel the pain of the things we lost in the rain. You know you don’t have to worry about the

March Towards Victory

March Towards Victory prose poem

Sitting back and gazing at the contingencies, That had their existence owing to a lack of effort, A lack of attitude, a lack of passion, The picture seemed so dark then, so dull, When people had given up all hopes,

Emancipation

Emancipation prose poem

I feel, A strange hunger A hunger for freedom… Though I have, Yet I desire… A deep unfulfilling kind of starvation… Can never get too much of freedom, The thought lingers, To play on my mind… Freedom… Intangible yet priceless,

Choose Your Fire

Choose Your Fire short poem

You can burn a match or light a candle, The ladder option is more efficient, Who am I? Do as you please, burn what you will, Such is life-we move and groove on, We get along. The constraints of time

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At Least Eighty Dead.

At Least Eighty Dead. elegy

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines

Time For A Change

Time For A Change long poem

Well you will not hurt me now anymore You will not make me cry over you again I ain’t your woman no more read my lips When I say that this is the end I mean This is the end

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes?

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes? long poem

It’s nice in here, warm and cozy And dark and oh-so-quiet Except for the strange ‘thump-thump’ And the occasional words of love. I’ve heard mama talking to me Telling me of the world out there She talks about squirrels and

He Strums

He Strums ballad

He strums my heart away With each fleeting day Memories come in array Wish such moments were here to stay I wonder if it’s me or just his way! Should he stop I’d fall to dismay! Who knew fingers could

Once In A While

Once In A While short poem

It’s good to leave your comfort zone Once or more in a while And travel to unknown lands To have a feel of life out there. It’s awesome visiting new places Meeting people of varied cultures Hear queer, unfamiliar languages

The Right Pair Of Goggles

The Right Pair Of Goggles long poem

I look for a pair of blue goggles, The ones that gleam brightly : I long to wear them, and see the world, as I may fancy! But a world that is blue, Is not what I wish to see.

Scarlet Life Runs Dry

Scarlet Life Runs Dry short poem

Sound dances on the wind The scarlet life that runs through our body Bitter to the smell Sweet to the taste The lifeline that doesn’t make any of us humans much different A beauty that’s capable of sending chills down

A Hymn To Old Times

A Hymn To Old Times prose poem

(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel

Dear Santa…

Dear Santa... short poem

Hello Santa, do you remember me, I wrote you a letter last year, I’ve been the good girl I promised I’d be, Even though it may not always appear. I tried so hard never to cry, When I didn’t get

Love Is Awesome

Love Is Awesome short poem

love starts from something but people think it’s nothing love has a beautiful charm but there is no love without harm love is very pleasant every day is like an event love changes the weather in love people spread their

Craters From The Deep

Craters From The Deep short poem

Trickling down the sensual masterpiece which is my skin Glides an unsung hero Making its way with no complaint Born today, only to die again I wish to savour each crater Exuding forth from my pores To lock in all

A Testimony To Emptiness

A Testimony To Emptiness ballad

The poet takes the fall The ballads turn to the darkest alibis The bottles’ staring at me Emptied faster than they could sing The sorrows’ in the sky Clouded thoughts reigning from within The memory of your touch Buried in

The Candid Mirror

The Candid Mirror short poem

I saw a child Playing in the mud Red hair Glistening in the sun Twinkling eyes, Reverberating the sea. Hands clutched the dark soil And out came a dimpled smile, Enthralling me. As I looked on She metamorphosed into an

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom)

An Abandoned Bride (escaped Groom) ballad

Left in fuchsia, left awful, never happen, smiled and gazed, waited until twilight, never came, , left solo, left naught, left heartbroken, no place to be found. ran, barefoot and red, eyes blurry with pain. left me, escaped passed strangers,

Deep Inside My Eyes

Deep Inside My Eyes short poem

Don’t look deep into my eyes, who knows what you find inside? Is it the dreams that I lovingly hide, or are some demons residing inside. Am too afraid to let you know, Even too scared to make the show.

A Not So Distant Dirge

A Not So Distant Dirge elegy

The heart rending wail from the floor below Found its way into the corridors of my mind, Echoing in my brain long after it subsided. It was Munna’s mom, who died that morning, As drastically as Jigjri’s son lost his

The Face

The Face short poem

A quick glance upon the face A rush to judgment Frown lines, a curled lip A hard look reflecting the unfriendly A hard look reflecting the unkind A hard look reflecting the unhappy Look again, upon the mirror this time

Soul Melee 1

Soul Melee 1 short poem

Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self; Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart Vainful self once taking a back seat; Though not for long But the veracious sun does smile through Minuscule though it may be to me; Shallow

If Love Is For Me

If Love Is For Me short poem

If love is for me I think I will be free If love is for me I can do things with glee If love is for me All the wanders set aside If love is for me Heart’s no longer

The Actor And The Savages

The Actor And The Savages prose poem

I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers

Flying Beard

Flying Beard short poem

like ether, permeating all space mesmerizing, he walked away, head of his enemy in his hand, like a trophy? frighteningly orangish a decapitated body shudders. The holy war demands its price of a joke. The face of red and blue.

What Is In a Name?

What Is In a Name? short poem

What’s there in a name? Oh, nothing at all-said He. Would you love me then, if any other name was Me? Oh, yeah…yeah…sure. I met a tramp the other day, at the end of the road. A small bit of

Nothing But A Childhood Dream

Nothing But A Childhood Dream short poem

You ask me if I love you, I say I love you More than words can say and I will until my Dying day but I lie, it’s just a lie but I Don’t want to see you cry so

Life

Life short poem

Like a sunrise Like a sunset Life is just an imagination We live the moment We remember the good ones, We try forgetting the sad ones As life begins, in the memories of others We die as the memories fade

I am torn

I am torn short poem

I look around I see things that I don’t have to I feel things that are sacrilegious I do things that are desecration I can’t breath anymore I can’t smile I can’t laugh I am dragging a dead corpse everywhere

Lifeless Creature

Lifeless Creature short poem

Echoing his vague actions and repeating the venomous dream Awaken by the shudder of nostalgia. She, with a hidden pain scrutinizing her wounds endowed by a wild one . Feeling like a stained damsel, she became a lifeless creature. And,

Voyage To The Bottom Of This…

Voyage To The Bottom Of This... ballad

Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration! As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such

Fog

Fog short poem

We all have secrets, don’t we? The secrets which unlock our soul, The mirror, It’s a portal, it’s the key, Shows my spirit, Black as coal. But why mist, why do you block? Let me see the scars so deep.

Intense Poetry

Intense Poetry short poem

Breaking the path by random steps, you move, and thoughts make a ritual dance. In a wingless flight, a cosmic gloom envelops you. You try to stop the dark tremors, Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. Life has

Dismas

Dismas short poem

My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled

Let’s Talk To Them, And Listen more

Let’s Talk To Them, And Listen more short poem

Our children…our youth, let’s talk to them and listen more. Outer behaviour is all, we try to cure There’s more behind, we need to explore. Let them cry, laugh and express, all they want to pour As caregivers and mentors,

Love Sonnet 37

Love Sonnet 37 sonnet poems

Should love be out of mind once out of sight? My love has heart that always beats for me, For close to it am I, holding her tight, I figured this from Grey’s Anatomy; I gave her chocolates: fit for

Yogi

Yogi short poem

I seek the knowledge of nature, With all its bounty and glory Of the twinkling stars, of the burning lava, Of the flying birds, of the crawling insects, Of the animal hunger, of human minds. I seek knowledge of the

Like Crazy

Like Crazy short poem

I remember looking at you and feeling everything. I remember looking at you and feeling nothing. I was terrified both of the times. From the moment you asked me to read you a story, I started writing ours. Do you