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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Daughter

Daughter short poem

She was a girl who loved colors and art The fact that she couldn’t draw tore her apart Maybe trying a different method would work, she thought As razor blades and cutters she bought She started drawing and the canvas

Profound negotiations through tight situations

Profound negotiations through tight situations short poem

Minor casualties dredging towards delicate situations It is a fool’s choice to be seeking binding sensations Regardless to say, this is a mythomane and moments of despondancy loom over in shame Untouched withdrawals nesting in places of repression and segregation

The Cycle

The Cycle short poem

Her eyes, wide in bewilderment saying, “What the heck?” Her face was red where his fist had struck. Her lips swollen, cracked in places where her teeth bit, Her tears had dried up and quit. I could see the damage

My Bond With The Ocean

My Bond With The Ocean short poem

The voyage on the vast seas, The azure skies, The tranquility of nature, Blooms my eyes. The archipelago of islands, We come across, Never ends, Vanquished all my remorse. The zephyrs, I feel, Soaring above me, Make my dreams come

The Rape Of The Rose

The Rape Of The Rose short poem

The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave It will never turn back to those steps you left Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed The

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Arrogance foible among fame, flaw in wealthy, kink in nobles, hamartia among powerful. from thought to action arrogance is evinced, from inner mind to outward appearance arrogance rules in them as king. every day-arrogance- manifest itself variously, talk down trait

Darkness

Darkness short poem

Surviving in a holy mess she fathomed, the storm inside her. Grateful, she was of the darkness who created a chaotic perfection inside a devilish beauty. She feared the wolves, yet, it was the one who ignited the forest fire

The Promise

The Promise short poem

Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle

Good Intentions

Good Intentions long poem

I wanted to do something special Something to make you love me again I knew that it had to be original So i reached for my paper and pen I wanted to tell you I love you Words I’ve told

A Colored Moon

A Colored Moon short poem

A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your

Love: It’s A Choice To Make

Love: It’s A Choice To Make long poem

Love, beautiful and vibrant as we know, Each of us experience this as we grow, The emotions they say one can’t hide, But does love also have a darker side? It makes us laugh, it takes us high, But does

Death

Death prose poem

Fearing death, mourning is just nonsense Wearing black, crying for the dead makes no sense Love a person when he is living Sharing smiles is a wonderful feeling. Death is just another goodbye, A silent message saying, “Please don’t cry.”

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy short poem

She’s dressed in black with white high heels, A mini dress her leg reveals, She fakes some tears with mini skills, She hides her face and what she feels. She wants to say: ‘I am a saint, I can’t bear

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The Mother Mother is bestowed with all heavenly qualities From beginning till end she remains at stake She is a shelter in severe summer like the trees God gifted style makes mother never to shake Mother is emblem of God

Hope

Hope short poem

I have hope For without hope I’d be lost Among a sea of travelers Not knowing my journey On this planet We so fondly call earth I have hope For a future full of blessings And gratitude I have hope

Recipe For Life

Recipe For Life long poem

First Pre-Heat the oven, approximately 200 degrees, Gather your ingredients all around, For sweet you will need sugar, for savoury some cheese, Be careful not to spill it on the ground. Mix the egg and sugar, beat to a smooth

Hell Within

Hell Within short poem

It’s almost like one side of my brain is fine, but the other drifts off And i have to catch it before it gets to loose Thst it starts reaching out to hell. There’s a constant battle going on inside

Dreams What Do They Mean

Dreams What Do They Mean prose poem

Have you ever dreamed you could fly with no limit to how high? Or dreamed you could outswim any fish, do what you wish? Maybe a dream where you though you had control, in those you must be careful you

My Love is Like the Ocean

My Love is Like the Ocean long poem

Tumbling over One after another The waves crash left and right Crossing each other Coming together, cancelling out Rippling white ridges of white violent foam And yet This is not where the real power lies The outward grey-green breakers fall

Poetry Cracks The Whip

Poetry Cracks The Whip short poem

Music lost, recovered, lost Love lost, recovered, lost Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets

Replacing The Shovel

Replacing The Shovel short poem

She destroyed him And he loved her for it He brought the trouble She brought the shovel To bury all the tainted pieces Of his former self Partners in crime Doing the red eye boogie With wolves In sheep’s clothing

Happily Ever After

Happily Ever After short poem

A few rough years we have left behind, Of fears, frustration, fights, just blind. Patience is what I needed to teach myself, A very difficult challenge in spite of myself. But as patience started to shine on through, My husband

My Father Behind The Wheel

My Father Behind The Wheel long poem

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

Yes, She Was A Girl

Yes, She Was A Girl short poem

The day she took birth, She was taken as a burden on this Earth. The day she was told that she is a girl and only deserves to die, Was the day she decided to succeed and held her head high.

Little People

Little People prose poem

The pettiness of people is pervasive. Those who feel better when others fail. Feeling contempt and envy when others succeed. Reflecting ugliness behind their backs. Makes them feel better , superior somehow. People sniping at those after leaving the room.

Foaming Fury

Foaming Fury short poem

Against a backdrop of broiling grey The dancing colours flap; wave away To all who can see and for all left to be A warning about the worsening sea A relentless outburst of desperate cries Fighting the force of the

Embracing Renewal

Embracing Renewal short poem

I tell you, there was something amazingly different about the way I felt. I’m no dreamer, psychic or seer, but there was imagination everywhere I paced the floor, wondering about the strong winds on a night so clear I could

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass long poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Be The Change

Be The Change long poem

To be the change, To see your self have no range, Put a step out of the cage And do what ever YOU think is sage. Do it even if people call you selfish, Because you aren’t like them who

Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking short poem

Wish I show my back to my set backs Wish I Cry out to control my Happiness Wish I Laugh at myself when in sorrow Wish I acknowledge my incompetence Wish I weep for others failure Wish I Smile at

Daughter

Daughter short poem

Born today on unknown earth I wrapped you up as my own I take you on my lap as precious You’re ignorant child for me You’re God’s gift for me How to make you a woman I think How to

Day 9 (Feb 20, 2016)

Day 9 (Feb 20, 2016) short poem

This is the longest week… of what would be my longest month… of my longest year. Losing you is the easy part, living everyday without you is the hardest. How do I cover my ears from the echo of your

My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

A Benediction

A Benediction long poem

May the droplets of dew that aesthetically adorn The orange hued sun rays that shine through the morn Refract through the glistening moistness of dew And shower rainbow upon rainbow on you May the breeze that condenses the vaporous air