Best Cell Poems
in this your padded cell of silence
you torture me
in your straight jacket of neglect
I writhe
tormented
tried
from the observation window
you look in
cold hearted
indifferent
you take notes
of my descent
from this padded white room of insanity
into hell
you torture me
wanting to break free
I claw
I scream
straight jacket white
now crimson sheened
madness extreme
I fall to the floor
convulsing with the memories
of when your arms
straightjacketed me...
the rocking almost stops
I'm still
you walk into the room
not a sound
silence profound
deepens...deepens
I've no fight left in me
my eyes beg, "Please...
See me! Remember"....
Cold and calculated
you do what you've come to do
I'm waiting
you remove the straight jacket
and expose my nakedness
for a moment you stare
unaware of anything
but that tattoo on my breast
above my heart
You finger it
your name
what a shame!
you're not the same
for a moment
there is a flicker in your eye
a glint of passion
I sigh
and look away
too late
too late
I raise my arms
I straighten my form
"do what you came for"
and you help me into a new straightjacket
pristine white
a sight
a fright!
Not a word spoken
you leave
I bleed
from wounds not healed
not cleaned
I lie still
there....there
in the padded cell of your silence
In the straightjacket of your neglect
I lie still...
I
lie
s t i l l
Eileen Manassian
Another of my deleted poems....Abuse has many faces. Though physical, sexual, and verbal abuse are easier to detect, neglect is one that often goes unnoticed. It causes psychological trauma, and at times, death. We read stories of children dying because their parents were too busy to feed them. There is also, the neglect of silence.
The term "the first cell", creation process
Stories of mysterious experiences, sin and death
Created heaven and earth, in seven days
Angelic visitations, the prophetic dreams and visions
Even the rainbow master would be upset
I have knowledge of ropes and moorings
The question is, what will people choose
29.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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(Creation is mysterious ... where did the first cell come from)
Cell Hell – for contest
isolationist
devoid of interaction
cell phone amoeba
John G. Lawless
8/19/2015
CELL PHONE
My people are destroyed because of lack of knowledge and understanding
It is now easier to lie on cellphone
It is now easier to cheat on cellphone
It is now easier to steal through cellphone
It is now easier to insult on cellphone
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
How far you - are not far, you lied
Where are you-I am here, you lied
Who are you with-alone, you lied
When are you coming-today, you lied
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Because of cell phone – SMS, divorce occur daily
Because of cell phone – a call, adultery occurs daily
Because of cell phone – what’s up, *********** occur daily
Because of cell phone – Bluetooth, the abominable occur daily
Because of cell phone – my son/daughter got a wrong soul tie
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your attitude
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your behavior
Who do you blame–the cell phone or your perception
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your lack of character
Who do your blame-the cell phone or your lack of principles?
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
It is not the circumstance that made you lie-it’s who you are
It is not the anger that made you react that way-it’s who you are
It is not the temptation that you sin – it’s who you are
It is not the phone that makes people cheat or lie, - it’s who they are
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Circumstance, cell phone, money – it is not evil or bad,
And these cannot change you, or make you to lie, or cheat or kill
These things just reveal and enhance the real person inside you,
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Another moment goes by, another monumental stride
day by day, year by year wind-borne dreams
cascade amongst perpetual memories, gifts of light
that penetrates through the windows of time, the clarity
of it all giving hope to a fading prayer.
the inept causeway
a track into the unknown
life’s a survey map
The village supreme basks in the delicacy
of a summer sunlight, the moor-side bleak, in the
shadows of winter’s hoarfrost moon, fluvial waters
jostle amidst ancient limestone, kisses floral river banks
of wooded ghyll. Even the folk remain incessant,
anchored to an inflexible pace, bridled within their
time warp of conformity.
a cosmic spirit
for grace t’was never to be
in chains an outcast
With memories to conceive, each precious moment an
endless reaching out to embrace a time gone by,
only I it seems, cannot find a place there within
the dream. ‘Looking in, alas always, looking in.’
enigma of keys
to unlock a shackled mind
with an open heart
© Harry J Horsman 2022
locked - cell
dark hides in my place
my vains are filled with ebony
cut me and find out
my inner peace is lost outside
i will drown you where you stand
i eat egg eaters
K.
WITH THESE WORDS I TYPE TO YOU
I HOPE IT SINKS IN AND HELPS YOU
FIND THE THINGS THAT ARE RIGHT
SOME THING, JUST ANYTHING
THAT WILL HELP YOU FIND THE LIGHT
THAT LEADS YOU TO A SUCCESSFUL LIFE
SO YOU CAN LEAVE THIS ONE YOU LIVE NOW
FAR BEHIND
I KNOW YOU THINK WHAT I SAY IS WRONG
AND I HAVE NO BUSINESS TELLING YOU ANYTHING
BUT YOU FAIL TO REMEMBER, I WALKED THAT ROAD
AND I AM JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU MISS THE LONELINESS
MISS THAT LIFE OF EMPTINESS AND MISERY
ONE THAT LEADS TO NO WHERE YOU WANT TO GO
A LIFE FILLED WITH CONSTANT PAIN AND ANGER
ONE YOU WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER
EVERY MORNING WHEN YOU LOOK IN A MIRROR
IT'LL BE THERE TO ALWAYS REMIND YOU
THAT THE PATH YOU FOLLOW IS WRONG
AND HONESTLY YOU'LL NEVER FIT IN AND BELONG
TO ANY THING BUT THE STEP'S YOU JUST LEFT BEHIND
THE DAY YOU STEPPED BACK INTO SOCIETY
PEOPLE SOME TIMES SAY THINGS ABOUT WHO YOU ARE
AND WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME AND WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN
NEVER UNDERSTANDING WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO
EVEN IF YOU STRUGGLE TO BE BETTER
IT'LL BE RIGHT THERE AS A CONSTANT REMINDER
A NUMBER OF SHAME REPLACES YOUR NAME
TAKING SOME THING THAT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK
ROBBING YOU OF MANY CHANCES TO BE SOME BODY
SO WITH THESE WORDS I ASK OF YOU
IS THIS REALLY THE LIFE YOU WANT TO LIVE
WAKE UP EACH DAY TO NOTHING
SPEND ENDLESS HOURS BEING LONELY
WONDERING WHY YOU CAN'T WALK OUT SIDE
TO SEE THE BIRDS FLY AND LEAVES BLOW
CAUSE YOUR IN A PLACE OF STEEL AND STONE
ALWAYS WANTING TO GO BACK IN TIME
TO CHANGE THOSE THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN DONE
INSTEAD OF BEING TOLD WHAT TO DO
BY SOME ONE YOUNGER THAN YOU
DOING ALL YOU CAN TO FOLLOW THE RULES
SO YOU CAN WAKE UP TOMORROW TO GO HOME
BUT ALWAYS FAILING LIFES TEST
ASK YOURSELF, IS THIS THE LIFE YOU WANT TO LIVE
SPEND DAY AFTER DAY IN A CELL OF HELL
WONDERING HOW YOU SLIPPED UP AND FELL
INTO THIS WORLD FILLED WITH STEEL.......
Don’t!
Don’t put your thoughts on paper
Don’t dare to think out loud
Don’t express on social media
Don’t put them up in cloud
Don’t criticize the useless
Don’t voice a point of view
Don’t flex your vocal cord
Don’t think you’re immune
Six burly officers are coming
Because of something you said
They crash the door early morning
And they’ll tear you from your bed
They’ll whisk you down the bridewell
Slam you in a six foot by eight
The CID will make you confess
About all the things that you hate
You can shop lift for a past time
Carry a machete along the road
Threaten cut all white throats
And never do as your told
Keep your gob shut firm and tight
Take the pen and put it down
Don’t tweet early morn or late night
Decent is only for a clown.
David Cox 29/03/25
Steel bars whisper cold truths at night,
A jungle of killers, no room for fright.
Survival ain't luck, it's blood and bone,
Earn your name or die unknown.
Respect ain't given, it's taken in war,
A blade in the dark, a fist to the jaw.
Weakness is death, don’t flinch, don’t fold,
Only the ruthless make it old.
No second chances, no rewind, no grace,
One wrong move, they’ll rearrange your face.
Ain’t no nine lives, just one shot to last,
Make it count or fade fast.
The yard’s a battlefield, the rules are clear,
Stand your ground, show no fear.
If it goes down, handle your biz,
Ain’t no mercy where killers live.
Every step’s a test, every glance a threat,
A life of war, no time for regret.
You bang with the hardest, you earn your place,
Or get erased without a trace.
Chains don’t break, they only weigh,
A lifetime lost, but dues to pay.
You either rise or rot away,
In the penitentiary, where demons play.
(sung in a heavy grunge metal)
(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
(sung in metal --->) My mind is like a cell. The voices roam freely, constantly ringing a bell. My mind is worse than hell, even with the best gps, the secrets my mind will never tell.
My mind is a special box with toys and things to keep you in care. When you see what will happen to you, you'll wish I was a bear. Ripping and shredding tearing you apart. Showing you the way to extract your heart.
If you were wise, you wouldn't try to run. That's not a good start.
Puzzles and mazes show you how to leave.
I wouldn't listen to that lil fella. His name is Steve. Muhaha, some things are dangerous and might be a trap. If you take advice from the voice or try to entertain them, your neck will certainly snap.
(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
Meds take you to a certain level. Never keeping you where you want to be. Drugs are bad, m'kay, unless prescribed by a professional, then give all your drugs to me.
My mind is a cell keeping me locked up like Mike Tyson's dove. Tossing and turning rest avoids me like true love. All these voices bring more questions about what’s above.
No matter how many meds you take, the voices never come to a halt. Why do they do this to me? Is this really my fault? My mind is a cell. With its depths comparable to a vault. The contents were more mysterious than a treasure chest filled with rare salt.
(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
without it im nothing
i need it to be something
it holds my friends and family
with it i live happily
i can do so many things with it
even though when im without it, it sits
it keeps me in touch
it just does so much
when i dont have it im naked
i treat it like its sacred
Look me in the eye
Get off your phone
I heard you sigh
Now don’t you lie
I see you texting me
I know you know that I can see
No I won’t read just tell me
Jiggling with laughter
Your not that funny
Look me in the face
Don’t drive away
Why don’t you stay
Put that cell away
Your taking me off
Your friends and family
Well what a shame
Perhaps we can meet instead
Have a nice lunch
Talk to me
Learn from me
Don’t scoff at me
I see you cough at me
Don’t choke on your words
Those I can’t hear
Get off the phone
Your ready to steer
Finally you put down the phone
What to talk about
I have nothing to say
Just want to stare into your pretty blues
Why you rolling them that way
You’re at the intersection in your car,
that damn device held pressed against your ear.
You’re unaware, but we know who you are:
the one away from whom we all will steer!
My class has barely started. Suddenly,
inside the room is heard the strangest sound.
You leave - or worse - you talk right over me.
Is there no place a cell phone can’t be found?
I’m at the movies. Bleep, bleep, bleeping bleep.
Another one. . . and music starts to play!
And then you start conversing? Why, you creep,
you’re begging just to “make somebody’s day.”
Just turn it off! You think we love your voice?
NO, Big Shot, we're just victims with no choice.
An oldie from July 31, 2011
A Martian spy from the earth fled
and to his superiors said,
“Although no one is near,
they still talk hand to ear.
Too much oxygen’s gone to their head.”
For Carolyn Devnoshire's contest: Out of this world limericks
Is there a memo motionless meaning that co considers
the let me know not the in between time of soul space that swells
spit in time and all things youless and common/uncommon in a new raw
omniplural potpourri vs a humnopre-salient cap-able anti
impractical public a anonoymous -----let it be the me behind
the windless wheel well of counter culture communation happy
ig no rant dance given to adulto frown friends with no
inner countenance to the opposite of their children's
heretofore genetic anaglous inheritenance, happenstance with the all degradratory of who's who on first impractical **** annoyance given to parentosociosuck prevelances.
Let it be me and my behold every endurance
behind the wishless wheel wonders like stale bread kisses that
will leave a bastard/***** beholding another ever unpresent illego negligent
my me mine me behind--as an ever ill gotten gain gopher behold!!
I offer no ill indifference to a an **** ego indifference, as it wanes itself
in an annotated post partum parental quandary with all of the estrogenous misgivings that minus all of our copious relative holiday misgivings; hope/love/angst/fear/fake fornication that co comprise our inner grasp gasp being to err offend everyone in our inner nature neighborhood never openly negative of your own offspring offerings as they relate to your perfectly PC credentialed crassness of age coinciding with the
all year round as life asked of us relatives to/fro in/out closed/open/in/out/add/subtract/distract, ect, ect, ect,.
Far from first inner circle seconds included and removed offended defended included/excluded as to their proper "tudes" to be later revealed related as to a toddler tranquil trance perfectly placed belovedly behind a two tone parental (irr)rational regal rememberance
that reveals a riviteing rancid rationale reward right vs mostly wrong.
Matching sibiling ill will/deeds and useless non needs can lead to a covert cancer covered man-nipulates meanlip measures of misgotten memories factly misered measured mandates. Welcome my friends to the drone that never ends, human race, human race; youngins' all youngins' all.