Best Confinement Poems

I am on poetry confinement
I can’t go here or there
I am chained to poetry
I only have words to eat

Set me free poetry

I only have time to rhyme left
I am on poetry row
I am getting the poetry chair
I leave my muse to you...

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The clock of freedom ticks away, and Anne
acknowledging nearing fate
takes one last look around...


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SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

As the door swings from both sides
And the windows unvariably vibrate 

exercising, my right to be alone

I furiously type, my muscles ache
Coming in last would be a mistake

     exercising my write, “to be alone”

Finding a clock in this place called...

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I'm concerned now 
with only solitary things

the stinging course 
of an unwiped tear
and a small blonde curl
wrapped in plastic

 
never lengthening


a fleeting smile
forced from cheek's hollow
its laughter drowned in a meandering brook 
that doesn't babble

 
just drifts aimlessly

 
to where a leafless tree seems
to haplessly...

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springtime touches earth
breaking shackles of restraint...
sings of winter’s blues.

© Harry J Horsman 2013...

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SOLITARY CONFINEMENT 1 : Number Four


Many chains, many locks and bars
clattered at four in the morning 
black bitter coffee drugged
a single bucket of cold water 
            it was winter

I had ten minutes to speak...

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Thoughts running rampant
Memories chasing through,
Dreary and Lonely
Soul standing alone.

Basking in this solitude
Dreaming of the need,
To be a part of the whole
Seclusion is the paid toll.

Despairing concentrations
Never making sense,
Loneliness abides me
Among the world a mess.

Strength draining through
Hope flowing out,
In a crisis that I call for
Redemption is...

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this house is a prison 
these windows are taunting 
this weight on my shoulders is daunting 
my voice inside my head is haunting 
memories leave tears on my face
tears start to burn and leave blood in their trace
im isolated in deep space
solitary confinement 
deep sorrowful...

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For every minute that she had count

The days dimmed beyond the trees

She spoke of bloomings and lily seeds

For the deer beyond was not on mount

The day forward was paramount

Above the clouds appeared gusty

The day beyond was foreseen

She could not speak of her account

Drinking from thy...

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Within the mind we are confined;
the body shuts us in.
And sadly sometimes humankind
throughout its thick and thin

has suffered serious disease 
that tests our mortal grip
on evolution’s risky seas
to keep afloat our ship.

These illnesses that sweep the sphere,
pandemics they are called,
can cause our lives to seem...

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Heart had been emptied by the past
Of the love that didn't last
So, I guess forever is just a lie
Coz everything ends in goodbye

Then, love forgets me
 As I forgot how love was
All I knew was pain
When someone left me under the rain

Days went on by
There...

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Compassion sings in velvet vibrato violin strokes, thrumming upon
an ivory frame suffused in dulcimer tones of need.

Half deaf we echo broken words, sharp jagged phrases, defining
the borders of empathy, binding the reach of the heart.

Compassion lays bittersweet trails on the tongue, late fall berries,
bursting in...

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Picture a man and a woman naked side by side, 
chains wrapped loosely around their necks 
attached not to each other, but to the familiar horned beast that towers over them. 
To others it appears obvious they could easily abdicate, however the couple does not...

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CHALLENGES OF CONFINEMENT

politically correct
never disrespect..
EVER
another’s
preferences or 
ideas. Why draw lines?
all is love and love is all
afterall… and boundaries
blur until we hit a
psychotic brick wall !!!
lost

 you realize
it won’t swing you
as far as the nearest
window of freedom
a tower, a tour, a tempest
the poor, pathetic forgotten
ones. Like...

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I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon 

yellow eyes; daffodils watching 
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze
I am a sweet weed...

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