Best Breaking Free Poems
I feel trapped in a shell and want to get out
It get so frustrating I want to shout
Trying to figure out what put me here in the first place
Before I leave this cramped little space
Not wanting to return to what put me here
Trying to avoid my constant fear
Of people hurting me...
Keeping me from who I want to be
I need to realize that I deserve the best
And no longer settle for anything less
I want to escape without looking back
I want to remain on a new solid track
Happy, without fear and totally free
The part of me I miss to be
How do I get rid of this shell?
Once upon a time I knew oh so well
But now I can’t seem to figure it out
Why, where, what is this all about?
Set me free for I am stuck
Praying hard for better luck
I need to escape, this overworked mind
I need to break out and need to unwind
For now all I can do is pray
That life works out in an amazing way
For now all there is to say
Is in this cramped shell, I can no longer stay
Time to focus on me
Be all I ever wished to be
While I’m finally breaking free
A slave watches a Monarch butterfly breaking out from its cocoon
Date: 26/06/2017
Black and white, reality blurring at the seams.
Dependent on a bottle, to silence the screams.
Isolated and alone, unsure where to turn.
Wondering if all along I inevitably would’ve burned.
I tried to keep my head up, but the chains only got stronger.
Faking a smile, not sure for how much longer.
Battling the demons, while trying to be a good friend.
Trying to find sympathy, despite all the lies you spread.
Trying to find life, despite the desire to be dead.
Why did you do it? That, I’ll always wonder.
Did you think it was funny, to be the cause of why I went under?
Downward spirals and a vicious cycle.
You did something that I thought wasn’t possible.
You destroyed the trust I vowed to never give again.
You lied to me, and said you wanted to be my friend.
You tarnished everything that I ever held dear.
You caused me to spend every day, paralyzed in fear.
Amber liquids, puffs of nicotine, and all the deception, none of that helped.
I lied to myself, time and time again.
Saying that this was all going to be the end.
There may be hope, someday down the line.
Once of course, I pay that hefty fine.
In the eyes of most, I’m solely to blame.
But to know that you’ll never be held accountable,
That’s the part that’s truly a shame.
It was so easy to get trapped in all of your lies.
It’s just too bad that now, I’ll be the one who pays the price.
Where the future takes me, I guess we’ll wait and see.
Hand me that axe, my dear, because now I’m breaking free.
You wanted me
Came up and tried to drag me
Down to your firey pits called hell
Not wanting me to dwell on the good
Trying to force to stay with the bad
Stabbed me when I tried to get away the first time
But...
I kept going
The second time you shot me down
But...
I keep going
The third time
You pulled me
But...
I keep going
Just give up now
Because I am going to
Brake away....
20 Titles – Breaking Free
I've been Roaming the Shores of Love,
Standing By the Water's Edge
Where Joy and Sorrow Blend.
It hurts to recall Whispered Passions Exploding
when Yesterday's Shadows conceal
What Might have Been…
yet it’s So Hard to Let Go.
Stuck in a Snow Globe with You,
my soul is Empty as the Hourglass Shatters.
Wiping The Last Tear Drop from my cheek,
Heartbroken I Stand Here so Strong
Facing the Music …
but I'm No Fool Any More.
As the Cracks in the Wall of Your Prison
expose Blurred Truths,
I’m no longer a Slave to Love.
I believe in me, Dark Lover, and
I’m Gonna Get Along Without You Now.
For The Caged Bird is Set Free,
and Now My Wings Can Soar in the Sky.
07-19- 2019
Contest: 20 Titles From 20 Friends Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
20 Titles Used:
Roaming the Shores of Love – Lu Loo
By the Water's Edge – Andrea Dietrich
Where Joy and Sorrow Blend – Sandra Haight
Whispered Passions Exploding – Gershon Wolf
Yesterday's Shadows – Gregory R Barden
What Might Have been – Jesse Rowe
So Hard to Let Go – Tom Cunningham
Stuck in a Snow Globe with You – Janice Cannerdy
Empty as the Hourglass Shatters – Eve Roper
The Last Tear Drop – Anisha Dutta
Heartbroken I Stand Here so Strong – Dear Heart
Facing the Music – Line Gauthier
No Fool Any More – Kai Michael Neumann
Cracks in the Wall of Your Prison – Edward Ibeh
Blurred Truths – Joseph Mays
Slave to Love – Tania Kitchin
Dark Lover – Richard Lamoureux
Gonna get Along Without You Now – Jan Allison
The Caged Bird is Set Free – Joe Flach
Now My Wings Can Soar in the Sky – Emile Pinet
Cracks of abuse chip away at
the now hollow shell of these adults.
The child...held hostage within...
cries out from their tortured souls.
The tears turn to screams.
" Why me? What have I done to
deserve this life of torment?"
Robbed of child's play and innocence...
replaced by waves of fear and uncertainty.
Their dreams became nightmares...
as echos of negative voices ooze out.
" Your stupid...ugly...a loser...unworthy of love."
Next followed continued play backs of bits
and pieces of all manner of abuse.
Then one day when it seemed all hope was gone...
the ones searching for answers came upon
a book called " Love Conquers All".
It spoke of loving self...as well as others...
of forgiveness...understanding...and peace.
Steps of hope were formed...as each negative
belief of self was transformed into a positive one.
Friends and environment were changed to support
a healthy vision...but at the same time
let us not forget our own walk from darkness into the light.
Help someone else in need to find their worth and value
P.R. Deremer
Adrenaline pumps
As thoughts fill my mind
I'm going to do it
I'm leaving it behind.
I dash for an exit
Hoping to break free
Large ropes from the darkness
Wrap around and pull on me
They don't want me to go
As i fight to get away
I try to get out of the trap
As the force makes me sway
I can see the light
But the ropes pull me back
I struggle to get there
To get into white, and out of black.
I gnash my teeth
Tears well up in my eyes
The ropes are too strong...
I give up, and to the black my bodie flies
Heavy steel balls chained to both her legs.
Dragging herself each day as though she has a wooden peg.
A rain cloud over her head, she sees only black and white
Belittled every day, she lost her strength to fight.
Teardrops are stained on her puffy cheeks
Life seems to have changed, everything is now bleak.
Everywhere she goes, she drags along with her these steel balls
Finding it hard to walk, she begins to crawl.
Shattered, depressed, alone, uneasy and miserable
Angry, afraid, broken, dreary and unstable
Words that are written on each steel ball
She’s giving up as life takes a toll.
She drags herself, to the edge of a pier
This storm, she feels, is never going to clear.
Scared as hell and hesitating at first.
She felt this was the only way to break her curse.
With the steel balls chained to her feet
She knew she will sink easily and accepted defeat.
Tears streamed down as she looked up to say her final goodbye
But as she was about to leap, something had caught her eye.
She stood back, got her grip and stared to her side.
And what she had seen was a blessing in disguise.
An eight year old girl full of laughter and delight.
Her soft blue eyes turned her world from dark to bright.
She was so full of happiness as she played in the sand
Running around carefree even though she struggled abit with just one hand.
But that didn’t seem to get in her way of having so much fun
Her laughter could be heard all the way to the sun.
As she turned away from the pier, she started to run.
She then realized that her life is not yet done.
Each step she took, broke off the steel ball and chains
The rain cloud disappeared and she felt free again.
She felt the sun shine on her and a renewed strength
And realized she’s the only one who can make her life content.
She ran towards the girl breaking away all her despair.
But when she got there, it seemed the girl had disappeared.
She looked around in search of those beautiful blue eyes.
But what she saw and found was a great surprise.
The little girl was an angel who only she could see.
This was God’s way of getting her to finally break free.
I try to cut the pain away
But the blood is not enough
I pierce the layer that I see
The one underneath’s too tough
I hoped the damage that I did
Would make me feel ok
Though after all the blood had dried
The pain wouldn’t go away
Although it hurt I couldn’t cry
Cutting deeper still
The pain inside just wouldn’t die
But I’m the one it killed
And now I’m gone
Finally free
I took the pain away with me
I had to go because it stayed
And now my pain has gone away
My feet are walking round on creaky floors
And the cool autumn mist surrounds them
My mind is closed to open doors
And the life that surrounds him
Dark side is where his mind is from
I hear yelling and screaming
Don't look back and run just come
The moonlight shines on this evening
Something seems to stir inside
I break free from the curse I see
Left alone inside to hide
He wont let go of me
Something seems to stir inside
A new feeling that I cannot hide
breaking free
from the cocoon
unfurling her wings
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
Her life was once happy,
Full of love and care.
She was always laughing.
There was always someone there,
But now her life seems empty.
What's missing, she doesn't know.
She wears a mask every day.
Her true feelings she doesn't show.
Her once colorful and cheerful life
Has turned so dull and grey.
She once enjoyed her group of friends;
Now she just wishes them away.
For when she is by herself,
She can break free from her shell.
She can let the unhappiness break free
And unleash the devil from hell.
Because at the end of the day,
When everyone's in their beds asleep,
The misery surrounds her,
And the pain, it cuts so deep.
She wants somebody to listen,
Someone to understand.
But when she opens up,
Nobody wants to lend a hand.
So she waits until the sun finally sets
To open up once more.
This time it's no longer in words,
But it results in terrible sores.
These sores cry their tears at night.
The tears aren't transparent but a deathly red.
As they cry, she feels a release
From the terrible pain in her head.
Some people would say she is crazy.
Some people would say she is mad,
But she can't resist the temptation when it arrives,
Even though she knows it's bad.
No one will ever understand this urge.
It's something she can't explain.
She feels shame for the scars on her body
But always ends up doing it again.
You see, this girl is a victim
Of something she can't comprehend.
Deep in her heart she knows she must stop,
For her life she doesn't want to end.
But for now it's the only way she knows
To stop feeling the loss of love and care,
Because at the moment she's invisible.
No one notices she's there.
Some people have 'the look' and exemplify 'the part' for a lifetime.
The curtain has opened; their 'stage of life' unfolds, and the role they
seem destined to play, is set on autopilot with predictable outcomes.
Some others don't turn out the way they started.
Their personalities seem to take on a different being when
their environment changes. Their once WITHDRAWN persona
somehow escapes the narrow cave in which they were born.
In high school, their true FEELINGS seemed mostly SHROUD,
and any notion of freeing them from what seems a state
of DEPRESSION was out of the question. Nothing seemed to
ever excite them, and it appeared as if they were sold into
slavery and doomed to a life of MELANCHOLY.
They were never accused of being anti-social, but they certainly
were not very sociable. Their personal view of the world or even
their community was always totally GRIM, and their best
outlook on the world at large was sad and GLOOMY.
Notwithstanding, there are many who break free from the inward
WISTFUL state and become vocal leaders with broad opinions. From
wounded wings and borders of limitation, they rise and soar like eagles.
They tune into their creator, and discovering the purpose for which
they were born, deposit their unique contributions to their world.
052523PSCtest. Emile Pinet. Contest Name, Eight Word Challenge
Folded closed, and left behind, .... perhaps for someone else to find...
Perhaps the gentle rain is kind enough
to wash away a threadbare heart, a broken dream, from yesterday...
enchanting me to believe within, to entertain the child again
A time to take a step apart, and time to grow, to break the hold
where, once before, life shivered cold, beneath the shelter of the old
Step past what eyes might estimate, with cleansing mists across the face
to christen slates with glistening, new,... paths refreshed with pearls of dew.
Listen to the whispered winds, the sweet refrains,of falling rain,
as if I were a child again.
Begin the walk where raindrops dance
beneath the feet, in rainbow hue
and mirrored worlds, where twin skies meet, as puddles ripple in the street
where passers by, forget to see the beauty in a world scrubbed clean
Stamp the feet to make a splash, while those around you make a dash
With diamonds in the morning light, to quench a tongue in sheer delight
To be as one, with earth and sun, and know that rain can be a friend
hold up the hands to catch the sky,...the inner child is waiting in the wings
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Inspired By Nette's Contest: Umbrella (image #2)
Carrie Richards 3/1/14
BREAKING FREE
Do verses have to sound medieval
From several centuries long past
Quoting Shakespeare now and then
Some lines used again and again
The gulf from then to now is vast
Yet modern language is not evil
An image emerges with older style
Whether knights or Kings, lovers too
Stories become a well-rounded tale
Always popular at Court without fail
Yet it matters very little if it is true
A retreat from reality just for a while
There’s strict rhythm and meter
Free verse without capitalisation
Structure is all at least for some
But words unspoken is just dumb
It must always cause perturbation
Avoiding bland is all the sweeter
But after all, it’s about emotion
What you feel from what is read
At times, maybe hear it spoken
At least layout constraint is broken
Better perhaps to compose instead
But writing verse demands devotion
Date=17 Aug 2022, Contest=2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12, Sponsor=Mark Toney