Her
Poem Published
Today 4:35pm
Today 4:35pm
Of Beggars and Fools
My breath
Becomes as shallow as my life
As I lie here
The sheets an outline of his body
The darkness matching my thoughts
Wrapping it's cold arms around me
Enveloping me
The sins of my body
Stamped within every fiber of my being
Each act a reflection of my desperation
Each received salaciously
Unreciprocated
My heart shattered
Within the barren, rattling cage of my chest
My dreams evaporate
As my soul violently, silently wails
The desolation echoing
In the vast silence
My tears have vanished ...
Becomes as shallow as my life
As I lie here
The sheets an outline of his body
The darkness matching my thoughts
Wrapping it's cold arms around me
Enveloping me
The sins of my body
Stamped within every fiber of my being
Each act a reflection of my desperation
Each received salaciously
Unreciprocated
My heart shattered
Within the barren, rattling cage of my chest
My dreams evaporate
As my soul violently, silently wails
The desolation echoing
In the vast silence
My tears have vanished ...
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#emptiness #PTSD
#emptiness #PTSD
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 10:52am
Today 10:52am
A Wake Up Call For You
Here's something all of you don't know
I've suffered for all your sins
I may jump through this computer
This is where the fun begins
I may hit you hard
Just turn the other cheek
Are you the righteous one?
I bet most of you are weak
Your optimistic dreams leave you in the dust
The god you pray to is beginning to rust
Your body has expired, dig yourself a grave
Points of light, quickly fade
Just a reminder, you won't be saved
You think your free, but your chained like a slave
Happy Holidays!
I've suffered for all your sins
I may jump through this computer
This is where the fun begins
I may hit you hard
Just turn the other cheek
Are you the righteous one?
I bet most of you are weak
Your optimistic dreams leave you in the dust
The god you pray to is beginning to rust
Your body has expired, dig yourself a grave
Points of light, quickly fade
Just a reminder, you won't be saved
You think your free, but your chained like a slave
Happy Holidays!
#betrayal
#FeelingTrapped
#motivational
#weakness
#zombies
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 2:39pm
8th Dec 2024 2:39pm
Freestyle
when I'm alone in my room-somtimes I stare at the wall- or I'll grab a bottle- liquid brown near alcohol-
it amazes me the way it seems- one can't "get ahead"- unless- one comes up with some crazy dreams to knead for the bread-
there's always an overseer- watching an overseer- the ultimate overseer- is a "holy ghost"-they call jesus- jesus....
- they say that he was-slain on a cross- how ridiculous can life be- when that's "paying a cost"- that's extreme- like the thought that I was even a thought- to be...
it amazes me the way it seems- one can't "get ahead"- unless- one comes up with some crazy dreams to knead for the bread-
there's always an overseer- watching an overseer- the ultimate overseer- is a "holy ghost"-they call jesus- jesus....
- they say that he was-slain on a cross- how ridiculous can life be- when that's "paying a cost"- that's extreme- like the thought that I was even a thought- to be...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeCycle
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PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 4:16pm
25th Nov 2024 4:16pm
In a Blink
In a blink, time flashed
Urging me forward,
Collapsed with a leash
Under the spotlight,
On a bleak stage
Belonging to the dreadful future
I’ve spent my past shrinking from,
While it has demolished
My life ceaselessly.
A slave under its spell.
Urging me forward,
Collapsed with a leash
Under the spotlight,
On a bleak stage
Belonging to the dreadful future
I’ve spent my past shrinking from,
While it has demolished
My life ceaselessly.
A slave under its spell.
#FeelingTrapped
#anxiety
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 7:43am
24th Nov 2024 7:43am
if I could at will-I'd escape into a better realm
unlike edits and corrections on a literal writing piece; life experiences are like overlapping graffiti stains that's made its mark upon ones' psyche;
scrubbing those walls could feel like centuries-though it doesn't take away ones' memories; that's why I absolutely understand what it means to subconsciously browse the archives- then a drink is what one needs....
do we have freewill? yes. but this "matrix" does deceive; so do we really? they say the "devil's in the details"- life's portrait's...
scrubbing those walls could feel like centuries-though it doesn't take away ones' memories; that's why I absolutely understand what it means to subconsciously browse the archives- then a drink is what one needs....
do we have freewill? yes. but this "matrix" does deceive; so do we really? they say the "devil's in the details"- life's portrait's...
#FeelingTrapped
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 4:55am
24th Nov 2024 4:55am
Something that's not talking about
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For what I want to talk about is the affect of abuse. 😞 For it is very necessary to be able to share, your thoughts and insight and spiritual subconsciousness. For sure we never know what someone else is going through in there own personal life. For sure abuse in any way can be done in so many ways on so many levels.
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
#abuse
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Her
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:34pm
23rd Nov 2024 11:34pm
Going Back Isn’t an Option
EVER
#abuse
#confusion
#DomesticViolence
#FeelingTrapped
#suffering
110 reads
30 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 6:01pm
23rd Nov 2024 6:01pm
No Window
Young and confined
Bound within walls
No window
To breathe freedom
To take a glimpse
Of rainbows and butterflies
Beyond my bastille
Bound within walls
No window
To breathe freedom
To take a glimpse
Of rainbows and butterflies
Beyond my bastille
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#sadness
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 2:23pm
21st Nov 2024 2:23pm
I don't know....
whether said plain despite bore or cringe- whether said with some poetic crafty spin- how much would it matter- when guts spill like confessions to a "priest"- though without seeking "forgiveness" for quote on quote sin- though instead understanding
being of this species some-one labeled as "human"- it's been made a thing to have contempt- and to condemn- anyone that sits in a space one doesn't fit in-a space that feels superficial and pretentious- like inside of some building to praise an ideate-some human easily could have...
being of this species some-one labeled as "human"- it's been made a thing to have contempt- and to condemn- anyone that sits in a space one doesn't fit in-a space that feels superficial and pretentious- like inside of some building to praise an ideate-some human easily could have...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#heaven
#philosophical
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 10:33am
18th Nov 2024 10:33am
My Way Or The Highway!
Walk with me
Speak to me
Sleep with me
Moments with me
Love & adore me
No! You can't live with me
Tough!
Not happening
Yes we love each other,
but my space & freedom I love a whole lot more
Take some time
Grasp what I just cited
You can still come over
But only if you're invited
If you don't like the idea
Awesome!, you can move on
My way or the highway
Once were through, you're gone....forever
Speak to me
Sleep with me
Moments with me
Love & adore me
No! You can't live with me
Tough!
Not happening
Yes we love each other,
but my space & freedom I love a whole lot more
Take some time
Grasp what I just cited
You can still come over
But only if you're invited
If you don't like the idea
Awesome!, you can move on
My way or the highway
Once were through, you're gone....forever
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#love
#myself
52 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
Broken Crayons - To My Friend Withers
To my friend Withers ..
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
#abuse
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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DU Poetry : Poems about Feeling Trapped
