Long Poems About Feeling Trapped
#FeelingTrapped
Long poems about feeling trapped. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
everyday thoughts
sighs*.... if this is all that there is.... we're born, we live then die, and that's it?.... well....
it gives so much weight to perspective;
it really truly shows you how sad this human species is....
on another note, there's no length to where some would go- understandably so- to find something to add to the emptiness, to feel as closest to whole....
the big picture? perhaps peace, and contentment? some sort of balance? no amount of money or status guarantees this....
being...
it gives so much weight to perspective;
it really truly shows you how sad this human species is....
on another note, there's no length to where some would go- understandably so- to find something to add to the emptiness, to feel as closest to whole....
the big picture? perhaps peace, and contentment? some sort of balance? no amount of money or status guarantees this....
being...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#boredom
#sadness
#apocalypse
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With(IN)Sanity

#depression
#death
#FeelingTrapped #scifi
#FeelingTrapped #scifi
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Ayurvedic Freedom
Ayurvedic Freedom
“Why are you so downcast? Surely the coffee serving business has its perks. Like when you get a huge tip from the same customer who keeps giving them. Then you can say life is good.”
“As the courtesan to my Sultan, my career involves more than giving coffee to the masses. And days like this I am reminded of that fact. Today he wanted a massage. I often dreamed of being a masseuse. But with him, the service is free of charge. My mind wonders what being a real massage therapist would be like. But alas I am doomed to be a concubine with my only freedom...
“Why are you so downcast? Surely the coffee serving business has its perks. Like when you get a huge tip from the same customer who keeps giving them. Then you can say life is good.”
“As the courtesan to my Sultan, my career involves more than giving coffee to the masses. And days like this I am reminded of that fact. Today he wanted a massage. I often dreamed of being a masseuse. But with him, the service is free of charge. My mind wonders what being a real massage therapist would be like. But alas I am doomed to be a concubine with my only freedom...
#women
#erotic
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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A Sick Girls Anger Party
There are times when I hide in my room
Angry and bitter I sit here and write
Wanting and wishing that I was different
That being sick didn't bring out the worst in me
I close my eyes and push my fingers against my bruised
Wishing for pain to settle the need for punishment
I never want to be touched when I feel like this
But what I wouldn't give to have a long hug
Where Im the one leaning and not being leaned on
I am the strong one, I am the eldest, the rescuer
But when I just want to be cared for
To be held close and loved on ...
Angry and bitter I sit here and write
Wanting and wishing that I was different
That being sick didn't bring out the worst in me
I close my eyes and push my fingers against my bruised
Wishing for pain to settle the need for punishment
I never want to be touched when I feel like this
But what I wouldn't give to have a long hug
Where Im the one leaning and not being leaned on
I am the strong one, I am the eldest, the rescuer
But when I just want to be cared for
To be held close and loved on ...
#anger
#illness
#MentalHealth
#FeelingTrapped
#disability
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sleep deprivation
Why do floorboards creak?
I know I can just google it, but I actually don't care
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can
I'm not scared of the dark or the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am
Why does time...
I know I can just google it, but I actually don't care
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can
I'm not scared of the dark or the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am
Why does time...
#suicide
#insomnia
#suffering
#nightmares
#FeelingTrapped
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Wrath and Rain
I woke up angry today
The taste of blood bitter and sweet
Clinging in the curves in my mouth
My teeth had split my lip in sleep
Through the window the sky is threatening to rain
My hand curl into fists, my nails digging into my palm
The chains of hatred creep and tighten around my throat
Around my wrists, simply all around me
The pain in this body is like a whip hitting
The monster that lives inside my soul
Splitting its skin and bringing it to the surface
I have to breath, I have to calm down
Outside the rain starts to...
The taste of blood bitter and sweet
Clinging in the curves in my mouth
My teeth had split my lip in sleep
Through the window the sky is threatening to rain
My hand curl into fists, my nails digging into my palm
The chains of hatred creep and tighten around my throat
Around my wrists, simply all around me
The pain in this body is like a whip hitting
The monster that lives inside my soul
Splitting its skin and bringing it to the surface
I have to breath, I have to calm down
Outside the rain starts to...
#hate
#dark
#illness
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
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“It’s Not Illegal” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 16/3/2019
It’s AMAZING To Me ...
How People Be .... !!?!!
When People Complain ...
They Start To Act Strange ...
As If It’s ... ILLEGAL ...
To Complain About Strain ...
And ... Societal PAIN ...
As If It’s NOT OKAY ...
To Talk About The Way ...
We Live Today ... ?!?
Political Games ...
That DON'T Delay ...
When It Comes To TAXATION ...
And RAISING Inflation ... !!!
INFLATED Indeed ...
Is What They Deem ...
To Be What They NEED ...
To Supply Their...
How People Be .... !!?!!
When People Complain ...
They Start To Act Strange ...
As If It’s ... ILLEGAL ...
To Complain About Strain ...
And ... Societal PAIN ...
As If It’s NOT OKAY ...
To Talk About The Way ...
We Live Today ... ?!?
Political Games ...
That DON'T Delay ...
When It Comes To TAXATION ...
And RAISING Inflation ... !!!
INFLATED Indeed ...
Is What They Deem ...
To Be What They NEED ...
To Supply Their...
#secrets
#LifeStruggles
#humankind #FeelingTrapped
#humankind #FeelingTrapped
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American Dreamer
This is a Moroccan beat which I personally love. Please listen while reading, I really would appreciate it, thank you 😊
Al Marconi :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Cast upon him a burden
a wicked curse
born under the wrong agenda
what could be worse?
Life's value lost and hollow
burned out
can anybody hear you? ...
Al Marconi :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Cast upon him a burden
a wicked curse
born under the wrong agenda
what could be worse?
Life's value lost and hollow
burned out
can anybody hear you? ...
#grief
#misunderstood
#despair
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
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SIX FEET BACK OR SIX FEET UNDER
Here we are nowadays going through the motions, trying to stay focus and alive in these troubling times, that has us hypnotize walking around with confusion and doubt of what well tomorrows count will be. For even the small children's are questioning us as adults, why can't I see my friends and family and go to school to get an education. For how did we get here to this degree of existence where we have to wear protection, against a virus that appeared out of nowhere baffling even the science of human nature. For even us as adults have to decide how do we keep our family safe and secure,...
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
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Here
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
where here is.
Is “here” defined by where you are,
or by where you are not?
Is “here” static,
general,
a location?
Or does it change with every passing moment?
Dictated by our senses.
Is here ever the same as it was just a second ago?
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
how to be here.
Like there’s a pattern on the sidewalks I've yet to unlock with my steps.
Some sort of secret door that opens up into
...
where here is.
Is “here” defined by where you are,
or by where you are not?
Is “here” static,
general,
a location?
Or does it change with every passing moment?
Dictated by our senses.
Is here ever the same as it was just a second ago?
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
how to be here.
Like there’s a pattern on the sidewalks I've yet to unlock with my steps.
Some sort of secret door that opens up into
...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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PUSH TO THE LIMIT
Have you ever been woke yet still feel as though you are sleep deep within an trance, unaware of your surroundings as you slowly begin going deeper than deep within an underground experience. For as you slowly try to bring some kind of clarity, to understanding the true nature of this unforeseen journey yet with more questions than answers. To solve your own silent existence of who or why I am here within this transcending realm of darkness. For just imagine if you will as you find thyself, dealing with an individual that you have no connection with as friend or family, someone who chose to...
#abuse
#PTSD
#tragedy
#nightmares
#FeelingTrapped
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I Was Afraid to Claim You As Mine
I dug my nails into your skin
Salivating over each tender wound,
Spiraling deeper into your madness
Even as you cried out
For me to abandon all hope.
I couldn't stop chasing your rabbit trails...
Your sandpaper hands etched many a poetic song in my skin,
And your velvet voice cooed dizzying love spells and ballads,
Sending me reeling into an intoxicated state of mind.
You were my endless sea of walking artistry.
So proud and crude, yet humble and gentle.
The splendor of a peacock roosting in a royal garden,
But with...
Salivating over each tender wound,
Spiraling deeper into your madness
Even as you cried out
For me to abandon all hope.
I couldn't stop chasing your rabbit trails...
Your sandpaper hands etched many a poetic song in my skin,
And your velvet voice cooed dizzying love spells and ballads,
Sending me reeling into an intoxicated state of mind.
You were my endless sea of walking artistry.
So proud and crude, yet humble and gentle.
The splendor of a peacock roosting in a royal garden,
But with...
#love
#heartbroken
#addiction
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Feeling Trapped