Poems About Escape Published by Members Recently Online
#escape
Duice
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
184 reads
2 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
184 reads
2 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
184 reads
2 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
184 reads
2 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
184 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Silent - Caught In The Fire - Part 2
Now, Gavin
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
#anger
#escape
#revenge
119 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Silent - Caught In The Fire - Part 2
Now, Gavin
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
#anger
#escape
#revenge
119 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Silent - Caught In The Fire - Part 2
Now, Gavin
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
#anger
#escape
#revenge
119 reads
7 Comments
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
60 reads
4 Comments
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
60 reads
4 Comments
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
60 reads
4 Comments
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
60 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Escape Published by Members Recently Online
