Poems about Feeling Trapped
#FeelingTrapped
Poems about feeling trapped, here you'll find poetry about feeling trapped in life, physically or emotionally trapped by a particular situation. Poems about not being able to see a way out of difficulty.
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Rot
With a rusted metal spike,
A puncture is made
That lets a pressured breath
Escape it's ironed cage.
With a brother spike,
the spine is crumbled.
Each vertebrae screaming,
with a cry, that's muffled.
Another sister spike,
takes a victim of the throat.
Stifling your voice,
spluttering and mute.
A final mother spike
tears into the heart.
Contracting it's muscles,
clawing love apart.
You can hold the spikes
in your body like scars
bottled up, waiting
to let it all start.
...
A puncture is made
That lets a pressured breath
Escape it's ironed cage.
With a brother spike,
the spine is crumbled.
Each vertebrae screaming,
with a cry, that's muffled.
Another sister spike,
takes a victim of the throat.
Stifling your voice,
spluttering and mute.
A final mother spike
tears into the heart.
Contracting it's muscles,
clawing love apart.
You can hold the spikes
in your body like scars
bottled up, waiting
to let it all start.
...
#sadness
#shame
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped
#emotions
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sometimes the caterpillar wants to die

#suicide
#illness
#FeelingTrapped
#disability
#weakness
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feelings
a rhymed, mirrored octet
hates
anger
jealousy
condescension
colour prejudice
diabolic forces
occupying random hearts
vexing sore the human spirit
milking rhyme and reason from it
when neighbourly love imparts
new life-giving courses
the antithesis
of contrition
joyously
drang a-
bates.
© Copyright 2023 June 23
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
hates
anger
jealousy
condescension
colour prejudice
diabolic forces
occupying random hearts
vexing sore the human spirit
milking rhyme and reason from it
when neighbourly love imparts
new life-giving courses
the antithesis
of contrition
joyously
drang a-
bates.
© Copyright 2023 June 23
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#anger
#rhyming
#FeelingTrapped #emotions
#FeelingTrapped #emotions
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‘Caged’: A Haiku
As free as a bird
fancied trapped in a cage with
the door wide open.
fancied trapped in a cage with
the door wide open.
#love
#heartbroken
#birds
#freedom
#FeelingTrapped
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Pigeon
Please... Leave my dreams
It's easier when I'm awake
Shooing away the thoughts like pigeons
Placing different spikes to dissuade them
That unconscious insistence of simply you
I'm incapable of fighting it's hold
You're always there in my dreams
Pigeon love... So quick to forget pain
It's easier when I'm awake
Shooing away the thoughts like pigeons
Placing different spikes to dissuade them
That unconscious insistence of simply you
I'm incapable of fighting it's hold
You're always there in my dreams
Pigeon love... So quick to forget pain
#love
#heartbroken
#birds
#FeelingTrapped
#obsession
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#diary
wishing there were an "easy way out"; days like today, i feel as though i could off myself if I had the means to do so-though when my time comes I prefer to go "peacefully" smh....
#MentalHealth
#FeelingTrapped
#suicide #frustration
#suicide #frustration
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Deceptive Shadows
In shadows' dance, manipulation thrives,
With practiced steps, it cunningly strives.
Twisted words, deceit's veil unfurled,
A master's game, a fragile world.
With practiced steps, it cunningly strives,
Illusions woven, truth connives.
Masked intentions, a puppeteer's art,
Strings pulled tight, emotions torn apart.
Illusions woven, truth connives,
Deceptive web where trust survives.
Promises whispered, a siren's call,
Entangled hearts, destined to fall.
Deceptive web where trust survives,
Innocence lost,...
With practiced steps, it cunningly strives.
Twisted words, deceit's veil unfurled,
A master's game, a fragile world.
With practiced steps, it cunningly strives,
Illusions woven, truth connives.
Masked intentions, a puppeteer's art,
Strings pulled tight, emotions torn apart.
Illusions woven, truth connives,
Deceptive web where trust survives.
Promises whispered, a siren's call,
Entangled hearts, destined to fall.
Deceptive web where trust survives,
Innocence lost,...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#manipulation #deception
#manipulation #deception
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Rock Bottom
when did the water
turn into a sea of stone
I'm familiar with the trenches
engravings in my bone
when did God forsake me?
or did I forsake Him first?
should I trek back to the water?
will it ever quench my thirst?
shall I share a toast with sadness?
tip my hat to my despair?
my anger seethes in silence
is there happiness anywhere?
the scorpion guards the throne
I'm still searching for my light
I touch fragmented shards of sun
before they disappear at night
stuck between the jaws of fate ...
turn into a sea of stone
I'm familiar with the trenches
engravings in my bone
when did God forsake me?
or did I forsake Him first?
should I trek back to the water?
will it ever quench my thirst?
shall I share a toast with sadness?
tip my hat to my despair?
my anger seethes in silence
is there happiness anywhere?
the scorpion guards the throne
I'm still searching for my light
I touch fragmented shards of sun
before they disappear at night
stuck between the jaws of fate ...
#sadness
#anger
#loneliness
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
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is he a poofter?
Is he a Poofter?
I was reading “An American Tragedy” by Theodore Dreiser
reading slowly because the writer proceeded slowly in his writing
It was eleven at night; I was going to bed when I had finished a chapter;
when there was a knock on my cabin door, the deckhand
stood there looking shy; I asked him what he wanted, and apparently
he had run out of cigarettes; I didn’t believe him and asked who had sent him;
he didn’t answer but hurriedly left
It appeared the former chief steward was gay, now the boy was sent up
by the crew to see if I...
I was reading “An American Tragedy” by Theodore Dreiser
reading slowly because the writer proceeded slowly in his writing
It was eleven at night; I was going to bed when I had finished a chapter;
when there was a knock on my cabin door, the deckhand
stood there looking shy; I asked him what he wanted, and apparently
he had run out of cigarettes; I didn’t believe him and asked who had sent him;
he didn’t answer but hurriedly left
It appeared the former chief steward was gay, now the boy was sent up
by the crew to see if I...
#grief
#abuse
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
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"death's" comfort
a comfort like no other, in knowing- one's one day swept from this nonstop "amusement park"; no more overwhelming bright lights, and crazy rides to no where but in circles; allowing this-be the final time one closes thine eyes....
relieved from flesh bound pounds; released from doubts and stress filled mental bouts-its infinite rounds; no more, no more, no more, no more.... pressure that "life" brings-along side depression's lingering
...
relieved from flesh bound pounds; released from doubts and stress filled mental bouts-its infinite rounds; no more, no more, no more, no more.... pressure that "life" brings-along side depression's lingering
...
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle
#dark
#freedom
#FeelingTrapped
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Tired This Way
I'm tired of feeling frustrated.
Like I need to cry ALL THE TIME.
I'm tired of feeling my chest
constrict, unable to breathe,
not able to think.
In these moments when
i need to the most.
I must break through,
this ghost of me.
I'm tired for crying
under all that pressure,
I want to change.
I'm tired of always
feeling this way.
I'm tired of feeling like
i won't be ok...
What can I say...
It just ended up this way...
Like I need to cry ALL THE TIME.
I'm tired of feeling my chest
constrict, unable to breathe,
not able to think.
In these moments when
i need to the most.
I must break through,
this ghost of me.
I'm tired for crying
under all that pressure,
I want to change.
I'm tired of always
feeling this way.
I'm tired of feeling like
i won't be ok...
What can I say...
It just ended up this way...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#FeelingTrapped #hurt
#FeelingTrapped #hurt
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Caged
Confined to this hell.
Eager for some sort of light.
Too claustrophobic.
Eager for some sort of light.
Too claustrophobic.
#confessional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#DomesticViolence
#emotions
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