Best Dungeon Poems

Within the dungeon’s darkest depths,
Prisoners lay dreaming,
Of families, and destinies,
And Devine redeeming.

Illusions fill their mortal eyes,
As the vision shapes them.
The dungeon is not what it seems,
And the truth escapes them.

They cannot see beyond their cage,
This place is all they know.
A deception of perception,
That claimed them...

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I showed you inner sanctum of my heart
where truth and fantasy together lie
My scented rhymes were lover's guide and chart
unlocked my treasures were to searching eye

I showed you every splendor tinged in gold
a place were luxury was redefined
your hands I filled with more than you...

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Mounted on his noble steed,
   No taller than the tallest weed.

Prepared and ready for the plunge,
   Protected from any type of grunge.

Staring down a darkened cave,
   Deep inside him feeling brave.

Blood flowing straight to his head,
   Making...

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O Catie love ye do ask too much of a poor scribbling poet to ask him to
open the doors so ye can view the terrible thing he knows himself to be.
All men and mayhap women too know what terrors hide behind our own locked 
doors....

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Oubliette
Dark, alone
Isolation's naked, truth
Lonely hunger, sadness withdrawn
Dungeon...

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~*~

" escape from the nightmares of yesterdays ... uphold the sublime ... SOAR ... FLY ! "


eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...

DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my...

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My mind,
Slippery slope,
Once in, hard to get out,
It is an enigma, beware...
this maze!



~5 lines form contest by Brian Strand
~traditional cinquain 2/4/6/8/2...

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Where am I? Where has my vision brought?
Am I in the boundless horizon?
Or prisoned in my thought?
Is there a way out of this dungeon? 

Countless are my profound accomplishments
From the pyramids to the modern skyscrapers and motorways
Faster than sound aeroplanes to rockets
Confined to material gain...

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Darkness in Her Dungeon
 
 
 
 
 
No morning no bright sun
 
Just nuns all around
 
To recite bright light
 
For my freedom from
 
Fear and feeling off
 
 
 
 
But I would despise
 
In the outside those eyes
 
A black bundle in swirl
 
A hostile world looming
 
All conspiring to harm
 
 
I was hospitalized
 
Vacuum was deeper
 
Medicines and sessions
 
Friendly talk therapy
 
Seemed...

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Master and lord of his lands and his castle
He was graciously greeted wherever he`d travel
A man they thought they very well knew
But secrets he had more than just a few

His ordinary self blends in with others
A second look to take no one really bothers
But below...

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My mind is a slippery slope
Once in, it’s hard to get out,
Set in layers of intricate meshes
You’ll get entangled in my evil ways…
Beware, stay away!



~Contest: Premier Choice#1190
~Sponsor: Brian strand...

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In the dungeon of my human mind
conflicting notions you will undoubtably find
unanswered questions of life unwind
destroying peace, conflict entwined

Offense, defense, perpendicular or parallel
Stagnant memories that linger and swell
Tragedies that have befell 
capsizing your internal be well

I offer my paradoxal thoughts to you O Lord 
This...

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Like in a dungeon we live,
Full of dissatisfaction and high charges of stuff
With no sign of reduction but expansion
As if we were victims of famine
In a famished land.
The rainbows of intercession speak not,
And the markets, missing their right positions;
In our little wages we battle with...

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While Skye danced free among daisies and daffodils, cloaked in mink
Unwary daydreams of a princess in exuberance singing and dawdling
Damsel snatched in two hufflewinks and one rinkydink tiddlywink

The wicked sorceress on her fiercest dragon, captured Skye in a wink
In her darkened heart, how long she...

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Have we rebuilt the tower of Babel
With weary words of wireless babble?
Do somnolent thoughts surf synapses
On tidal waves of vacuous verbs?

So tasteless, as baseless, and faceless
Secret voices clamor, “I am here”
In clusters of blabbing barnacles
Encrusted, agape, to the Internet.

Watchers, spectators doing little,
Chasing minutia ever fresh.
Turned...

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