Best Encaged Poems
It is a fact that before I wrote True Colours,
I was stuck in a world of black and white bipolar,
encaged in my seat on a non stop rollercoaster,
eating one meal a day cooking bread in a toaster.
Do you know if from here I should.....
Nope wait, if it was you then would....
No I hesitate, before I wasn't sure I could
write so shall I carry on with doubt I'm good.
Should I continue to write?
Stick at it and improve I could?
Would I get better each night?
It's tricky to know if I'm good.
I wish for a talent but it's not apparent,
it's something I want but maybe I haven't.
I'm a thoughtful fighter
with a physical dominance,
who puts pen to paper
with a mental confidence.
The anxiety causes stress
and that makes me a messy mess too,
nonetheless I guess all I can do,
is pursue hopelessness whilst I continue
to harness this writing skill and improve,
while I remain myself and stay true,
or I could give up what do I choose?
It's amazing how the praise can make me lazy,
and all because the bar was raised.
To think that that's where it remains is crazy,
without the application my skill decayed.
Living off past glories and falsely self assured,
hides the fact the present leaves them bored.
The reward is forgotten without consistency
and the reputation plummets into history.
You need to bounce from test to test like a ball,
contest with the very best and prove you're no fool,
then you must not allow the standards to fall,
you must allow a new hunger to be installed.
I continuously doubt what I am all about,
I'm a drought that sprouts limited amounts,
it's the same bounce of the ball in all my bouts,
my mouth shouts in repetition and I've lost count.
I continuously doubt what I'm all about,
I'm constantly worried and living in doubt,
I'm in a black hole will I ever get out,
I continuously doubt so that's what I'm about.
Why would I refuse to continue after I didn't refuse to begin.
Categories:
encaged, anxiety, desire, hope, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks
encaged on a stage in tar that sticks.
There's an agonisingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror,
as my eyes detect an unrecognisable inferior figure.
I can't see the stars in the sky at night,
and the sun doesn't rise to provide daylight,
creating days filled with unpleasant darkness,
feeling the hate, I will for heaven sent brightness.
It would be nice to see a flicker,
a shooting star or something quicker,
as my impaired eyes see unseeingly at paradise.
It seems these days have perfected imperfection and sadness,
as though infected but immune to antidote injections that stop madness,
and the bad feel projecting out onto these days seemingly disastrous.
So I turn to alcohol and slowly increase the dose
and down the booze until I doze,
to awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
reaching straight for the glass of straight voddy,
drowning myself down in hate toward the junkie category.
A way I find carries me through this hell that flattens me,
clouding my mind, shielding hurt that comes with thinking clarity.
Leaving me imprisoned and unable to escape this reality.
………………………………………………………………………….
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
so I drink water and take vitamins to get far from my minds tricks.
My mind digs up thoughts sick and twisted
from the ditches of the mental scars life inflicted.
I see a full moon but no stars in the sky at night.
There must be a faint cloud blocking that far travelled light.
Throughout the day I stay active as it distracts the gloom
and subtracts it until a world seemingly more attractive resumes.
I shrug off the booze and don't meet the thugs
that deal drugs and rise above a life for chumps.
I start these days feeling down in the dumps,
but if I live the right way I move passed the grumps.
I feel that just the moonlight moves me to comfort,
I perk as I forget today and all that work.
Tomorrow is another first,
I think life offers more than I deserve.
Categories:
encaged, dark, depression, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
Darkness uncovered
dusty white sheets
pushed aside
tweets spilled out break the silence
as I'm perched inside
Oh how I long to be . . .
that bird outside your window
singing there for all to see
sweet songs of freedom
floating in angelic air
a rich blaze of blue
lasting liberation
caressing and undressing
the insides of you
I long to be . . . drifting
in your winds
feeling distant paradise
in every simple kiss
of your loving sun
but here I remain encaged,
your dawn
momentarily shining down
onto these painfully painted rails
yesterday's imagination molts
and the seeds of life lay lost
at the bottom of discontent
Categories:
encaged, bird, love,
Form:
Free verse
I scorn thee, Puberty! Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth thineself as quiet slain game,
For thine cruel ends be reached, let thine eyes droop,
Immortal Rite, meeteth Poetry Soup.
Forsaken specs findeth young Phillip (me),
He the first noble son born of Sir Mike,
That betrothed Diane, mother of he (me);
Neareth NASA lived they by Houston’s dike,
We plus two girl offsprings I still dislike;
Turneth back time to nineteen ninety five,
Thus now the setting as ocean, we dive.
I of ten years then plus three more years aged,
By mine mom’s woven hand rags yet adorned,
Draperies bindething spirits encaged,
Mine lot too ignorant still ‘be forlorned,
For two years would pass ‘fore Nike I yearned;
Looken now friends, at thine narrator’s dress,
Mine costumes for school were each mismatched mess.
And hath we not yet speaketh mine afro?
Then let us for humor’s saketh too laughs
For atop mine snow pale flesh did it grow!
It was beneath that nest mine brain did graphs
On one Tuesday morn; during sixth grade math,
Unbeknownst of a sneaking wretched pest:
That ineffably named prepubescent guest.
Still in present times remember I can’t,
What the hell kindled mine loins ablaze,
Yet fiery flames of embarrassment
Secretly smoldered through my brainy haze;
When mine teacher upon me called that I raise,
And thus stirred the scene I’ve oft reflected,
The moment I’ve chosen for my most embarrassing?
When in 6th grade math class I stood up…
…fully erected
Categories:
encaged, angst, , 6th grade,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
How must I script MAGIC upon this page? I don't know what to write about.
Maybe it's writer's BLOCK.
What should I write? INK BLOTS?
TIME? Tick tick tick. Said Tock the melodious clock.
There I go. I amuse myself. HA!
I'm a SOLDIER brave and strong to withstand writers block
All years long.
What should I write haven't got a clue. Words were once
Plentiful now are few. What's a poet to do? Pen on cue?
What should I write about today? I know i'll say, in 1966 I was
Born with a quiet cry. NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
But I........am a DREAMER, the CONSEQUENCES of being a
dreamer is at times I'm unable to dream a word.
Looking towards gray and rainy DAYS. I haven't a thing to say.
What should I write today must be writer's block that has me
In a stew. My mind confused shadows DANCING on the walls
Lightly chanting, time is fleeing fast.
I haven't any words to furnish this pristine page. I'm in a
Panic. A POET without a word Is a poet without his pen
Encaged.
Still at the end I don't know what to write. Should I begin
Again.
WARNING: One thing. Beware of the BLOCK
Categories:
encaged, confusion, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Villanelle
When a bird’s encaged
And hums his woes through the bars.
None hears but his pen.
Categories:
encaged, on writing and words,
Form:
Haiku
As you look at me I'm not him.
Wearing a face of a man that does not exist, a myth.
For i am reserved, deep within the confines of self.
Ensorcelled, impelled, upon a journey of discovery.
Under the melanin pigmentation of epidermal.
Through the subcutaneous tissue, to travel around blood vessels, capillaries, and arteries, the rivers of life.
Observed and closely investigated all the fibers of the muscles, the joints, and the tendons which bind them.
From the plantar, up the nervous system, to the cranium.
Within the essence of me, the was, the is, and the maybe, the realms of my brain.
Continuing through the optic nerve, peering through the retina.
If seeing is believing, then there's more says my fervor.
So I close the lids and travel further.
Encaged within the thoracic, observing the pulmonary action of breath taking.
At that moment, I hear the rhythm, the drumming of existence.
Astonished with disbelief, awaiting to awaken from this dream.
All the days and years of believing me void.
There it is, pulsating with strength, feeding all the limbs and giving me life.
Contradicting the accusations and claims
of the misinformed strife.
Reinforced by the deeds and sacrifices, the joy and the pains endured.
Shattered like glass, the image i am not.
Against all odds, I found that I do have a heart.
Categories:
encaged, me, pride, strength,
Form:
Free verse
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER
IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM THE OUTSIDE
FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC
WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART
A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ?
DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT
I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES
YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE...
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Categories:
encaged, life, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Can’t help but dream of the fear
The fear that brings a tear
Entering the gates of hell
Seeing how far I fell
From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell
Waking in this nightmare of forever
Sitting with this hopeless endeavor
Paying for every second of my sin
Regretting the fact that I’ll never win
From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell
Sitting alone
in the flames
Reflecting on everything
That caused this pain
Lived a life of lies
Mocking the truth of the wise
Instead of chasing the only way to succeed
I chose to live in my selfish greed
How did I look into the wonder of the night
And not choose to give God my life
I refused to live with faith
Instead I chose to spit in God’s face
From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell
Categories:
encaged, christian, faith, song-dark, dark,
Form:
Lyric
Here am I, all about me flick from
flabby mouth, from day, dusk till
dawn
Incredible! Humans' heart being
mould with red mud while I from
concrete
Alas, tenderness of living I
tightly secrete
Obverse of human, I might came
from waste land, where grows no
lawn.
Eh! Pure nostrils despise my
odour
Maybe my body is going rack and
ruin, what a whack
Passes I, hisses snipe my
present, as collided laughter
mourn my back
Stealthily, I drawl my footstep to
avoid those footmarks of vigour.
What am I, only me holds, except
you skin my heart
To unravel those pulses,
encaged for years,
My frowned face a case study for
human's judgement, what! An
art,
Truthful lies about me dominate,
my condemnation rears.
Scandal! Seems to provoke the
madness in my head
But patience, till nature's
judgement takes lead.
Categories:
encaged, stressme, me,
Form:
Sonnet
My soul is encaged within ribbed walls
Bound by body as if shackled and tethered.
What would it wish if one could be granted?
To be freed from my mind, from my body depart?
No, that's not what I believe with all my heart.
Does it feel the intensity of my physical pain,
or wounds that left scars on my broken heart?
It is my belief that the soul, mind and body
are integrated as one, signifying a human life,
the coexistence of an individual's conscious being.
If it's my soul's only wish to save itself from death,
it must save my body as well.
It's a platonic relationship of relying on each other,
for as long as my body breathes, so will my soul.
It aspires for a cohesive convergence with my mind,
body, and heart, for one is dependent on the others.
When my body dies, so does the existence of my soul.
Staying alive is its desire and the hope it transpires.
December 25, 2022
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Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
encaged, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER
IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM THE OUTSIDE
FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC
WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART
A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ?
DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT
I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES
YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE...
Categories:
encaged, life, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
From the vines of a broken family I arose.
Too much time on my hands.
The smell of revenge on my clothes.
The friends I once counted abundantly,
Turned to foes.
And the shallow sense
Of emptiness confronted me.
A hallway of temptation lay
Right in front of me.
Each room to portray a blurry memory
That still haunted me.
Locked away deep inside my mind.
Dreaming of my daughter or son-to-be.
Imagining the day - my old friends,
Would come back and run with me.
My relationship with reality ended
Suddenly.
The gap between me and myself became
Too large to wedge.
Although vibrant in flesh,
I was emotionally dead.
Wrote off, and soulfully misled..
Into a black market lifestyle where only cheaters
Get ahead.
And anyone who was anybody, fled.
This is my world- living inside my head.
Categories:
encaged, absence, analogy, angel, baby,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ll dance to your tune
Letting your rhythm flow through me
I’ll let your hand guide me
Your heart setting the beat
I will dance to your tune
Sometimes a slow dance
To fit your flirtatious mood
Sometimes a quickened pace
When your heart is racing
To capture the days
You were the King of the dance floor
And were adored
Recapturing the splendor
You show me off
As I twirl
Your girl
On this dance floor
Sometimes I'm held tightly
Sometimes at arm’s length
I’ll dance your dance
To the tune of your needs
Knowing you set the scene
According to your schemes
To fit your desires and dreams
I’ll dance to your tune
I will let you take the lead
Though my heart is encaged
And longing to break free
To dance to it’s own tune
To its own passionate beat
A wild musical score
That sets fire to feet
On a dance floor of desire and heat
A rhythm thunderous with longing
Booming in loudness that defies
Every other thought except...
this dance...this moment...this chance
A dance demanding fusion of bodies
Faces a mere breath away
Hearts taking turns at will
In one liquid movement of burning heat
A rapturous oneness
Rythmic frenzy
That makes everything else
In this dance hall fall away
They all stop and stare
As our dancing souls we bare
I accepted YOUR invitation to dance
YOU lead me to this dance floor
YOU held onto my hand
I will not stop dancing till you do
I will confine myself
My arms and legs obeying
My heart slowing its pace
To fit the steady beat of your own
Against my chest
My whole body in surrender
To your rhythm and pace
But oh…oh how I wish
My rhythm could light up your face
How I wish.....
I could teach you to dance...
To my tune!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
encaged, dance,
Form:
Free verse
When I depart
don’t shed a tear,
your cries
I won’t hear.
Immersed in another reality
I will rejoice
knowing my soul is
where it must dwell.
Long I have been encaged
in dreadful sorrow
but still constantly
I climbed to heaven
only to fall.
Yet in this falling
I found myself,
drenched in blood
feeling the breath
escaping from the body
free and confident
I realized if one is to fall
then don’t climb to Heaven,
better fall in Love.
Categories:
encaged, love, meaningful, metaphor, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse