Best Entrapping Poems
"Going All Bruce Lee"
It’s like holding water
in your hands.
they say, be like water
as if on the drop,
the turn of H20 on tap,
one can go all Bruce Lee.
he was rather gung-ho;
but the subliminal message
he projected, without malice
in his lithe fluidity
brought on dreamy visions
of going all soft
and compliant.
one might say
malleable,
with the flow.
water has its hard moments
like when it turns to ice.
frozen in cold
abrupt moments.
I read a poet, tonight,
she says,
“consciousness swims slick
outside my fingers,
trembling perceptions
pure and round.
Infinitely slow
I close my grip,
entrapping and watch
them drown”.
I felt that.
I felt that.
Memories of what was
solid once, drift down
with the heaviness of time,
weight sinking through the
lightness of water.
Sun shines
through water.
it touches
the top to mid-section
doesn't mean it rhymes
in time with
what is beautiful
and poetic. Sometimes
the beauty lies, ugly,
at the bottom,
covered in silt.
drowned.
you know what I mean.
I know you know
what I mean.
Sunshine never
touches that place.
but treasure and
objects of beauty
lie there, waiting to be found.
the silt residing
with sunken treasure,
that which also lies
with car wrecks, sifting
rotting useless tenure,
carries residual essence.
there is found forgotten
moments of beauty and
pleasure in the discarded
flotsam and jetsam
washed up on a shore,
like memories
begging to be gripped
in palms that want
to be read. it aint shiny and new.
shells held to an ear,
there is message
in the sound;
we are just, content
with the mystery of it all.
"Empty your mind.
Be formless, shapeless,
like water.
You put water into a cup,
it becomes the cup."
Me and drowned
Bruce Lee, in the end
floating memories.
war came in like
a flood, no ark
nor shipped
platform to be
saved.
Memories dissolve
like aspirin.
We swallow
all we love
and understand,
the meaning of it all
hits us on review.
eventually,
we float
immortal
into other worlds
on the next tsunami.
dry bed
or wet,
we sink, we rise,
we float away
into other worlds.
we accept
the contract.
we ride the next wave.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
entrapping, dark, imagery, muse,
Form:
Narrative
It grows
beneath the surface
It grows
Behind the curtain
It grows
And when it is seen
It’s too late
It’s there to stay
It is like a gas
Hovering
Following
Enveloping those
In its Smokey tendrils
Entrapping
Clinging like brambles
To clothes
It coils itself
Around
Tighter and tighter
It sits
By the ear
And hisses
Cruel music
To those unaware
Invisible It follows
Infecting the world
With its murky gloom
Making the future black
The world stops turning
Reverts to standing still
And it clings still
Holding in an unloving embrace
It’s like an impenetrable bubble
Of pain
Hatred reverberating back inside
While kindness sits beyond its walls
Kindness does not wait
It sits for only a while
Then leaves
Leaves you with it
Clawing for freedom
Does not work
For it infects deep
It becomes you
Escape can only come
From the outside
But the world is blind to it
So we sit
Afraid to make a sound
And it grows bigger
‘Tell there is no telling
The difference between you
And it
Until suddenly
It Fades
Gone for good?
Not likely
It always returns
It’s just away
Visiting family
Or taking a break
But it’s enough
Long enough
Long enough to speak
Long enough for the world to hear you
Long enough to be ready
When it comes back
Maybe you won’t be unarmed
Maybe you won’t be alone
But only if you speak
Categories:
entrapping, anxiety, change, confidence, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I hear a voice call out to me
through whispers in the wind at night.
It haunts my soul and sends a plea
for love to shine its brilliant light.
Within my dreams my spirit seeks
to find the source of this request.
To share the love of which it speaks
has now become my fervent quest.
I travel past the demons' lair
that held me captive for so long.
I quicken pace lest they snare
entrapping me within their throng.
I journey down the winding road
still following my lover's cry,
but as I see the fork I've slowed
now wondering which path to try.
If I choose wrong, the voice will fade
and my last chance for real love dies.
I listen for the serenade,
within her words she might advise.
She sings a song with a western tone
and now it's clear which route to take.
The west is where the light has shone,
the truer path, there's no mistake.
As further down the road I go
my destination lies in sight.
I hear the music's volume grow,
my heart's now dancing in delight.
Upon her beautiful face I look
as her arms envelop me.
I'm thankful for the road I took
for on that path I found the key.
It opened up sweet passion's door
where two lost spirits join as one.
Composing a true lover's score
this duet’s journey's just begun.
Categories:
entrapping, journey, joy, love, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
Anxiety can fuel a person with imaginations created from the darkest corners of the mind, overwhelming them with the negativities of the unknown.
It is in those moments where it’s critical to take a step back and remember to breathe, to exhale the toxics fumes of what is known as anxiety.
Thoughts of the uncertain tomorrows will only drain you of today’s strength,
reducing your functioning capabilities in the present moment whilst siphoning away your optimism.
Anxiety by itself is nothing but a simple concern about the uncontrollable future;
it is our reaction to anxiety that is poisonously damaging to our psyche, entrapping us in a toxic cloud of helplessness.
Thus, alleviation from anxiety is necessary in order for us to optimize our functioning capabilities for today’s responsibilities.
Concerns and worries about the future will always exist but becoming overly fixated on them is what hinders our ability to be productive in the present moment.
File away your worries about situations that are not under your control and focus your mind and energy towards the worries that can be addressed presently.
It is only after you begin to chip away the outer layers of an onion that you will ultimately be able to target the core.
Make the most of what today brings by using today’s strength to target today’s problem and leave tomorrow’s struggle for the tomorrow you;
you are doing the best you can today and today…
you are productive.
By: Johnny K. Wong
Categories:
entrapping, anxiety, imagination, peace, psychological,
Form:
Personification
Let not olden days aspire
All about the you and me
In wild, wild winter of desire
Longing and longing to be
In each other’s warmth
Love is in the air, they say
Oh, with it the minded minds
Vibrantly wish to live and sway
Embracing between the lines
Speechless faith does harm
Now that we both are in the
Arms of the great unbeknownst
Never been such our history
Crazy us that we surely own
Yonder mountain of distrust
Let not this fungus of love
Overwinter in dead leaves of the
Verdant tree of such belove
Entrapping souls to live in the
Same old alleys of our lust
Love is in the air, they say
Ah, with thoughts and dreams
If ego did not part our ways
Love, would it be so deem
Irresistible like us of yesterday
Categories:
entrapping, lost lovelonging,
Form:
Lyric
I was hiking in the hills, and I was talking to the air
when a fork in the path, took me first here,... and then, there
Prickly thickets, were aflame with brilliant crimson,
entrapping my feet, with a pin-cushion prison
The foxgloves too, grew in mass profusion
My head in a state of blind confusion
Granite rocks were wearing saffron, golden
Clouds up above, blending, enfolding
The hills were hidden in the cloudy mist
The mountains were turning deep amethyst
Dilemma lay ahead in my all my decisions
I stumbled along, without much precision
Grass bending low, between the boulders
Gulls screamed higher, wind getting colder
I would forge on ahead, over ditches and water,
as the ebb of the day, was getting darker and darker
There was a fork, in the trail near a sage scrub tree
where the needles on the ground, wore a carpet lined with weeds,
The pine was tethered in its place by the rust-red sky,
Brown and dead at the top, where a crow was sitting by
~
On long ago nights, when we sat by the lamp
I remembered one tale, that had come from my Gramps
The fastest way home was......as the crow flies
So I waited, awhile, .......He led me home, by and by
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For The Rhyme Contest: Sponsored by Juli Michelle
10/5/13
Categories:
entrapping, confusion, grandfather, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Categories:
entrapping, assonance, autumn, creation, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
All right, no more Abecedarian again!
Buzz off,
Cut me some slack,
Dogging me,
Entrapping me with a
Form of poetry I am not
Good at,
Hamilton!
I entreat you
Jot down some other forms that won’t
Knock me off my rocker, like
Lyric, Limerick or Lay on
Myth and Mystery,
Narrative, Ninette or Nonet,
Ode, Ottava rima or Sicilian Octave maybe,
Parody, Pastoral or Parable even,
Quatrains or Qasida on
Romantic comedy or Repartee,
Shadow, how about Seharaa, Sestina or Senryu?
Tail-rhyme, Tanka, Triolet, Tetractys or Tyburn even?
Unlike Terza Rima, Terzanelle or
Villanelle and Vaasokht, just have contests on
Wit and Wisdom in form Vers Libre!
Xerox my words, Shadow Hamilton—
Yonder, beyond your vision, in the wings awaits a
Zealous Poet!
~07/01/15
Abecedarian contest by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
entrapping, word play,
Form:
Abecedarian
Freedom for a soldier,
a redeemer getting older-
centuries existing,
a string blissening,
and it's best to bet that you're listening...
Its captured by niss-niss-
niss...
They get printing-
evaporating,
haggard slapping,
as the tonic water is happening-
booze is entrapping,
I am now water,
as the goddman is blotter-
I'm now happily rapturous and re-camping.
Categories:
entrapping, deep, eve, fun, humanity,
Form:
Prose
I foolishly fell from a mountainous high only to land on a desert dry
Images of liquid lust within my emotive eye calcified to a crusted cry
Warning winds in delusory distance holding hurricanes of resistance
Conjuring catacombs of assistance within isolation of nonexistence
The pensive pain penetrates as the perfidious palette perpetrates
Limbic resonance that hibernates awaking the storm that obliterates
Manipulation of the mangled mind Benedictine battery of the blind
Twisted temperance that is twined the cervical citadels are confined
Dormant delusions that may weep defiant deluge of twilight sleep
Restless roars that reap screaming shadows of the saporous sheep
Bactericidal beacons that bloom wandering the wounded womb
The slings and arrows of doom ebulliently entrapping to entomb.
March.24.2019
Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Categories:
entrapping, abuse, conflict, pain,
Form:
Alliteration
It only made sense to me-
like I only wade in destiny,
like I only drink very dark tea,
on summer mornings when they are scorching...
It only made sense to me,
like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry,
at the worried hello sojourning,
...of a next year's encouraged
deuteronomy,
and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking
tangents and the emotional torpid laughing,
hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances-
completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished
and fixed,
this is existence and the amiable confidence.
Categories:
entrapping, allusion, confusion, crush, fear,
Form:
Concrete
Unfathomed
Consciousness swims slick outside my fingers,
Trembling perceptions pure and round.
Infinitely slow I close my grip,
Entrapping, and watch them drown.
Elizabeth McCann
Categories:
entrapping, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Cake was desirable,
And so deliciously dreamy,
People were attracted emotionally,
Using it when they felt down,
Hiding their dark secret from others,
Feeling guilty about their indulgences,
Uncontrollable affairs,
Enticing and mesmerizing
Entrapping people with sweet charm,
Candlelit nights secluded rendezvous,
Passionate words spoken,
Entrapping with taste,
Sometimes disguising,
With different dressings,
But was the most appealing,
When covered in cream.
Categories:
entrapping, poetry,
Form:
Personification
there i am - in this uninspiring place
so easily i spill the Truth
that i now share with you ...
so easily i say it
confessing my doubts
and so much more i falter now
to release it
with Reality indemned to me
with your Genuine gaze troubling my soul
it is FLESH i abhor above all else
intrigue entrapping hope
festering inconceivable fears ...
it is this FLESH that floors me,
whispering cringy ultimatums
till ineptitude is definite!
so when you called me
to see me
with your genuine reassurance,
you can be sure
that above all else
i am caged in your love
with my trusty fears ...
i will regret ever telling you my truth
because you cannot move pass my FLESH
while my soul rages in the fiery depths
of your inquiring heart
think for once of yourself!
how my caged life will destroy your Faith
while FLESH transfixes the mind
forcing all of my flaws to your light
in your genuine Love ...
far from this cage i am placed
for Tomorrow
it is your FLESH
that i must face!
October 22, 2018
Categories:
entrapping, confidence, conflict, endurance, fear,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
My cruel mind goes
Like the deadly pendulum
It swings some more
Entrapping those that come around
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
Like the tides of the frozen ocean
Anger
Love
Sadness
Hatred
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
Unable to stop
Continually altering my thoughts
Causing me to cause problems
When there should be none
When I should only hold you up
I drag you down
Then I push you up
I pull you down
And again and again
This deadly pendulum swings
Again and again
I lift you up I pull you down
Again and Again
My mind changes
Over and over
And I drown you in my torturous disease
Capturing you inside the tides of my mania
The fires of my hell
You are trapped
And I only hurt you
Only hurt you
Hurt you
Swinging, swinging
Like the deadly Pendulum
I am nothing but pain for you
Nothing but pain
Nothing but pain
Pain
Pain
Changing like the tides
Like a wave
My mind bounces around
Like a ball
A flying butterfly
It is never still
Never still
Never still
Your strength is amazing
I view you as flawless
You’ve dealt with me
For so long
This deadly swinging pendulum
You take in stride
You’ve learned to float amongst the waves
Live with the gnashing of bloody waters
To hold onto the shred of humanity
That you still believe I have
And I thank you for that
I thank you,
For keeping me in your good graces
Despite my chaotic mind
Despite my disease
My
My what?
What can it really be called?
All are just excuses
Excuses for me to keep that dangerous Pendulum swinging
I can’t control it though
I don’t know how
I am so weak
So worthless
And I cling to you
For sanity
For my life
I shouldn’t
But I do
You are my life line
I am so small
So nothing without you
The tides become rougher
The tides become meaner
I can’t stop it
I can’t control it
The tears roll down my cheeks
I have lost all control
Ha
As if I ever HAD control
Categories:
entrapping, angst, sad, sorry, me,
Form:
Free verse