Poems About Feeling Trapped Published by Members Recently Online
#FeelingTrapped
Poems about feeling trapped published by members recently online.
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
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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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4 Comments
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
84 reads
4 Comments
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
84 reads
4 Comments
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
84 reads
4 Comments
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
84 reads
4 Comments
White Dove
asleep in the night
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
#hope
#spiritual
#haiku
#FeelingTrapped
#ShortStory
444 reads
1 Comment
White Dove
asleep in the night
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
#hope
#spiritual
#haiku
#FeelingTrapped
#ShortStory
444 reads
1 Comment
White Dove
asleep in the night
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
#hope
#spiritual
#haiku
#FeelingTrapped
#ShortStory
444 reads
1 Comment
White Dove
asleep in the night
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
#hope
#spiritual
#haiku
#FeelingTrapped
#ShortStory
444 reads
1 Comment
White Dove
asleep in the night
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor
my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping
a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud
my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks
my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me
my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now
who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the...
#hope
#spiritual
#haiku
#FeelingTrapped
#ShortStory
444 reads
1 Comment
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
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DU Poetry : Poems About Feeling Trapped Published by Members Recently Online