"unstrained" poems - Hello Poetry

---- Sometimes they take over The rhythms in your head Nuances of rhyme schemes The lines your muse has fed You want to use a smaller word Pontificate instead It gallops through your consciousness A wild horse - unlead! The hooves go on like thunder Upon the steed you ride Tearing up the page Pen in hand - astride You are without a bridle Legs grip the mustang's side He has his own way He is a beast with pride! No - he has no stable No - his blood flows wild! Fed grass of the planes He's restless as a child A stallion - yes! A bucking bronc! Unbroken - never mild! Get into his rhetoric He's always getting riled! Write like you're a MUSTANG! RIDE ON!!! You have no reins! Get into his rhythm The rhyme scheme is unstrained Your footing is unsure In uncertain terrains Playing echo chamber music Those cacophonous refrains Bust that bronc!!! He's waiting - Your own head unrestrained!!! SoulSurvivor (C) 5/19/2015

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Write like a MUSTANG!

---- Sometimes they take over The rhythms in your head Nuances of rhyme schemes The lines your muse has fed You want to use a smaller word Pontificate instead It gallops through your consciousness A wild horse - unlead! The hooves go on like thunder Upon the steed you ride Tearing up the page Pen in hand - astride You are without a bridle Legs grip the mustang's side He has his own way He is a beast with pride! No - he has no stable No - his blood flows wild! Fed grass of the planes He's restless as a child A stallion - yes! A bucking bronc! Unbroken - never mild! Get into his rhetoric He's always getting riled! Write like you're a MUSTANG! RIDE ON!!! You have no reins! Get into his rhythm The rhyme scheme is unstrained Your footing is unsure In uncertain terrains Playing echo chamber music Those cacophonous refrains Bust that bronc!!! He's waiting - Your own head unrestrained!!! SoulSurvivor (C) 5/19/2015

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breathe in the ice cold waters fill my chest as delicate strings strum in my head "careful, you'll crack your head open" careless, my thoughts come pouring out jump in unwind and relax droplets ebb and flow with a mind of its own reach out extend a helping hand these shallow waters soak my shoes laugh unstrained and wet with tears living in a daydream has never felt this real.

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Apr 12, 2022

Apr 12, 2022 at 8:02 PM UTC

lunartales

shallow waters

breathe in the ice cold waters fill my chest as delicate strings strum in my head "careful, you'll crack your head open" careless, my thoughts come pouring out jump in unwind and relax droplets ebb and flow with a mind of its own reach out extend a helping hand these shallow waters soak my shoes laugh unstrained and wet with tears living in a daydream has never felt this real.

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Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC

pilgrim

Forlorn Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC

Huhb

Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Forehead sore, striving to hold my irises unstrained I see through the rays, red, blue, and white snapping in the wind Casting flickering shadows upon the women in frocks of lighter pinks and turquoise Just like that of the channel waters through which my bow cuts cleanly Rudders portside, ropes knotted on hand My lady and I dock, a gentleman all in black ready to oblige her graceful hand Two cheeks dampened with a kiss’ moment later A glance welcomes the uniform balconies which wrap around curved corners, Double windows, and modest roofs that mirror extravagant ceilings Onward we stride to our night time lodging where the dormant flares shall ignite We celebrate our ought’ve been loss of virtues And gain of not one golden band, but two

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Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC

im-dumb

Something in the Air

Forehead sore, striving to hold my irises unstrained I see through the rays, red, blue, and white snapping in the wind Casting flickering shadows upon the women in frocks of lighter pinks and turquoise Just like that of the channel waters through which my bow cuts cleanly Rudders portside, ropes knotted on hand My lady and I dock, a gentleman all in black ready to oblige her graceful hand Two cheeks dampened with a kiss’ moment later A glance welcomes the uniform balconies which wrap around curved corners, Double windows, and modest roofs that mirror extravagant ceilings Onward we stride to our night time lodging where the dormant flares shall ignite We celebrate our ought’ve been loss of virtues And gain of not one golden band, but two

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So we have remained, With the constancy of stubborn and vestigial elms, Through any number of moons and Junes, Equally as many improbable springtimes, Madnesses of petunias and potholes, But with a fidelity relatively unstrained, untested, Our travails being minor things, Trivial as opposed to titanic, Our hithers and yons no more Than the muted triumph of simply carrying on And we could ask, one supposes Have we truly loved, then? Such questions are best left to poets and philosophers (Grandiloquent fools with time and inclination For such lines of inquiry) And though the panorama of our time together Will be an unprepossessing thing, No strings heating up and crescendoing As the camera pans wide in a sweeping crane shot Of great craggy valleys, the zenith of white-capped peaks (The lumpy moraines of our landscape, Merely bits of sediment moved half-heartedly by the odd glacier, Providing rather uninspiring visuals) We suspect, no we know, know in such a way That it is as unremarkable as blinking an eye Or making some unconscious sound Which annoys yet endears in the same moment, That we would be all, give all, Unreservedly and unhesitatingly immolating Any thought or concept of self in service of the other, And the notion that all of that occurs Away from the watchful eye of director or camera Does not diminish it in the least.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC

wk-kortas

Musings Upon "Lara's Theme"

So we have remained, With the constancy of stubborn and vestigial elms, Through any number of moons and Junes, Equally as many improbable springtimes, Madnesses of petunias and potholes, But with a fidelity relatively unstrained, untested, Our travails being minor things, Trivial as opposed to titanic, Our hithers and yons no more Than the muted triumph of simply carrying on And we could ask, one supposes Have we truly loved, then? Such questions are best left to poets and philosophers (Grandiloquent fools with time and inclination For such lines of inquiry) And though the panorama of our time together Will be an unprepossessing thing, No strings heating up and crescendoing As the camera pans wide in a sweeping crane shot Of great craggy valleys, the zenith of white-capped peaks (The lumpy moraines of our landscape, Merely bits of sediment moved half-heartedly by the odd glacier, Providing rather uninspiring visuals) We suspect, no we know, know in such a way That it is as unremarkable as blinking an eye Or making some unconscious sound Which annoys yet endears in the same moment, That we would be all, give all, Unreservedly and unhesitatingly immolating Any thought or concept of self in service of the other, And the notion that all of that occurs Away from the watchful eye of director or camera Does not diminish it in the least.

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My hearts a pool of acid My tears are shards of glass I sit in the darkness As time goes flying past. I watch in silence I can't breathe As my world collapses Was it all just make-believe? A series of lies? Lies I told myself Were they your design? Was this the plan? Manipulate my mind And twist my soul So when you were done I was no longer whole? A shadow of who I was A specter in my life Floating through the cacophony The despair I'm Drowning now Drown in the waves of regret Waves of words unsaid. To the bottom of this sea A place with no air and nothing to touch or see Was it me or you? The one who took the leap Or the one that fell? I remember Though you may not A time of love A time of friendship But before I knew it You were gone Sand through my fingers Only a recent all too painful past. My souls' sister It ended all so fast Fading like a dream You dissolve into fading memories Your back to me, You walk into the abyss Disappearing and soon, You're gone Gone is the laughter The joy and love Apathy remains I wear it as a mask To hide my secret pain The truth of my misery No solace to be gained My shouts go unheard The bridge begins to crumble I can't speak a word. The tears fall unbidden I cannot stem the flow I collapse down in agony As I'm forced to watch you go Come back to me I beg you not leave You watch my tears with passive eyes unstrained You know my pain but you make no sound No movement. Did I mean so little? Cast aside without a thought I see now why The answers that I sought Lay before me glowing pale in the dark Help me I plead the shadows They cover me in a blanket of silence Quieting my rampaging thoughts I hear no sound Feel no sensation or pain All is still... Have I disappeared? Faded into nothing? I feel no pain No Tears No joy No bliss No dark thoughts to plague my mind My souls' sister I see it now My life without you Cutting through the inky black Bright and pure Full of fire and life To fight the shadows you had brought I face the light I am stronger now And I'm ready to fight

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC

SilentWhisper

Hidden

My hearts a pool of acid My tears are shards of glass I sit in the darkness As time goes flying past. I watch in silence I can't breathe As my world collapses Was it all just make-believe? A series of lies? Lies I told myself Were they your design? Was this the plan? Manipulate my mind And twist my soul So when you were done I was no longer whole? A shadow of who I was A specter in my life Floating through the cacophony The despair I'm Drowning now Drown in the waves of regret Waves of words unsaid. To the bottom of this sea A place with no air and nothing to touch or see Was it me or you? The one who took the leap Or the one that fell? I remember Though you may not A time of love A time of friendship But before I knew it You were gone Sand through my fingers Only a recent all too painful past. My souls' sister It ended all so fast Fading like a dream You dissolve into fading memories Your back to me, You walk into the abyss Disappearing and soon, You're gone Gone is the laughter The joy and love Apathy remains I wear it as a mask To hide my secret pain The truth of my misery No solace to be gained My shouts go unheard The bridge begins to crumble I can't speak a word. The tears fall unbidden I cannot stem the flow I collapse down in agony As I'm forced to watch you go Come back to me I beg you not leave You watch my tears with passive eyes unstrained You know my pain but you make no sound No movement. Did I mean so little? Cast aside without a thought I see now why The answers that I sought Lay before me glowing pale in the dark Help me I plead the shadows They cover me in a blanket of silence Quieting my rampaging thoughts I hear no sound Feel no sensation or pain All is still... Have I disappeared? Faded into nothing? I feel no pain No Tears No joy No bliss No dark thoughts to plague my mind My souls' sister I see it now My life without you Cutting through the inky black Bright and pure Full of fire and life To fight the shadows you had brought I face the light I am stronger now And I'm ready to fight

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On the days that I don't have to wake up at 3:30 I can be found cross-legged in the low light I do not want the extra sleep I do not want to waste another second with my eyes closed I am not so secretly afraid of wasting my life I can't stand to work this job I hate, Throwing away 8 hours every day To survive is not living And I want to be alive, not just breathing I want to stop drowning, start swimming I want to live my life with my eyes open If I spent the time that I spend at work with my family maybe they wouldn't feel like strangers I am so disconnected from the world that my loved ones are foreign to me It's hard to say hello with the exhaustion crushing me, I can't open my mouth to speak, it takes too much energy But the days I do have free I hold close to me And the times when I do see my friends I hold close those memories Tonight I will feel every unstrained breath that passes through my body Tonight will trickle effortlessly into tomorrow and I will hold its hand as we cross Awake to see what the sun will bring

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Jul 29, 2017

Jul 29, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC

polychroma

Wide Awake

On the days that I don't have to wake up at 3:30 I can be found cross-legged in the low light I do not want the extra sleep I do not want to waste another second with my eyes closed I am not so secretly afraid of wasting my life I can't stand to work this job I hate, Throwing away 8 hours every day To survive is not living And I want to be alive, not just breathing I want to stop drowning, start swimming I want to live my life with my eyes open If I spent the time that I spend at work with my family maybe they wouldn't feel like strangers I am so disconnected from the world that my loved ones are foreign to me It's hard to say hello with the exhaustion crushing me, I can't open my mouth to speak, it takes too much energy But the days I do have free I hold close to me And the times when I do see my friends I hold close those memories Tonight I will feel every unstrained breath that passes through my body Tonight will trickle effortlessly into tomorrow and I will hold its hand as we cross Awake to see what the sun will bring

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Life after Messi's Net Flicks will be like eating unstrained spaghetti without sauce.

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Dec 31, 2019

Dec 31, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC

ryan-olearyuu

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Life after Messi's Net Flicks will be like eating unstrained spaghetti without sauce.

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