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Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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Prisoner

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Poetry Contest

Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.

The quote above is by Catherine Fisher. What is your prison? How did you enter it? It can be any kind of prison.
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Two poems per poet
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
England 33awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
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Ode To Misery

 
Iím a stone in a world of flowers

the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead

peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.

I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.

I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness

an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless youth

a Paul Weller funeral on a Sunday morning,
the black ushers crushing under centuries
of oppression, and gentry, and patronage.

I am the echo of shovels, the deafening snip
of wire cutters, unexploded bombs
in civilian gardens.

I am made of war
and guilt
and rooftop suicide.

I want to bathe in desperate blood,
hear terror howling through
those gut-soaked streetsó

itís an English condition
to allow grief to rip a soul
the fuck apart.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry Missy

Jordan
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
United States 13awards
Joined 4th May 2022
Forum Posts: 245

And Its Prison Gate Wide Open As Well

*

No longer am I living free
since reason's truth imprisoned me
along with this -- its prison key.

*
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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Razzerleaf
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 26awards
Joined 15th Sep 2019
Forum Posts: 515

August Rain

Begging for sleep, his eyes roll again,
pain keeps them from slumber.
She washes cups in the kitchen,
what else can she do?
 
He did ask for something,
when his voice could be heard,
a prayer for August rain.
Heat brings a bad day for being caged this way
but she recalls the whispered last request
and meets me on the lawn.
 
Me, a simple hosepipe,
my snake belly, needing to be filled
so water can become my tongue.
holding my head in her hand,
she looks to his bedroom
and turns the tap.
 
My inside fills to burst,
and answers his prayer,
pounding on windows
belting down gutters
rhythm of first drops
rain dance on roof tops.
I carry the drums of droplets,
his tranquility comes tapping on tiles,
coolness calms his condition
smiling at the August rain.
 
Finally sleep swings open his cell door;
 
We hang our heads in the garden,
clothes and hair soaked,
she lets me fall to the grass,
I feel empty, spent, I can only watch,
as the rain maker mixes tears in the mud.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you Jordan and Razzerleaf for your entry

bookrabbit
Lu
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom 1awards
Joined 13th Feb 2023
Forum Posts: 6

An Island in Time

An Island in Time

I am a prisoner

A trapped person

A homeless person

A package passed about

Unwanted

Washed up here

In this room in the air

Only the view of the clouds

Keeps me sane

As I wait

For my release

For the resumption of time

For my descent

Back into life

Back among people

Back out under the sun

And the rain

And into the wind

To be blown along

As time passes

Restlessly flowing

Around my prison

My island in time
Written by bookrabbit (Lu)
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Isgyppie_
The_perpetual_journey_
Thought Provoker
Australia 3awards
Joined 17th Dec 2015
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My Body is A Prison.

My body is a prison.  
Pale, blemished wallpaper.  
Muscle insulating cold.  
Bones trapping
The assembly
Of organs. †

My body is a prison. †
My heart pounding †
For release. †
Lungs expanding †
To break free
Yet, they are too weak. †

My body is a prison. †
My soul looming †
Within. †
A self sustaining †
Corridor with †
Windows exploiting †
Corruption. †

My body is a prison.  
The echos †
Told me so. †
The irony is †
The only rule:  
I cannot free myself.
Written by Isgyppie_ (The_perpetual_journey_)
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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bookrabbit and Isgyppie thank you for your participation

PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
Portugal 17awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 221

Abstraction

I was so distracted by the tremor of your skin
my fingers sipping goosebumps
distracted
distracted
distracted from the cries of war
from the silence of hunger
of the breeze that whispers deadly plagues

Distracted like the seagulls high in the masts
distracted from the insects that go against the street lamps
simply distracted by the microscopy of your skin

distracted
distracted
distracted from the morning murmurs
of children in the afternoon
and the creatures of the night

my fingers distracted pretending they don't touch you
They don't let you know when they're going to touch your skin
and your skin becomes distracted, concentrating on my fingers.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry PAR

wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 148awards
Joined 11th July 2012
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Break Free

Break Free
wallyroo92
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you Wally for your entry

Duende
Dangerous Mind
Netherlands 10awards
Joined 24th July 2016
Forum Posts: 40

#Prisoner#

i am a prisoner
of my mind who
craves control

over my soul
& my thoughts

Over my belly

i let her in gave
her a home of

which She is
now the owner

it's lonely here
cold & hopeless

She won't let me
listen to my needs

won't give me the
proper nutrients

i'm stuck in this
prison and i can't
seem to break free

am i sentenced to life?
Written by Duende
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Duende thank you for your entry

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