Poems About Feeling Trapped Published by Members Recently Online
#FeelingTrapped
Poems about feeling trapped published by members recently online.
Garden of Thorns
Leave”, she said.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
#secrets
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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Garden of Thorns
Leave”, she said.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
#secrets
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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58 Comments
Garden of Thorns
Leave”, she said.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
#secrets
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
927 reads
58 Comments
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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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
133 reads
0 Comments
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
133 reads
0 Comments
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
133 reads
0 Comments
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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0 Comments
Alice
Alice stayed at home.
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
#dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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Alice
Alice stayed at home.
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
#dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
48 reads
0 Comments
Alice
Alice stayed at home.
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
#dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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0 Comments
Freedom is Back
The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
#happiness
#courage
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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17 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Feeling Trapped Published by Members Recently Online