Best Incarcerating Poems

The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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My soul and body have never been good friends
They are in enmity, constantly at logger heads
When my body aspires to have riches and fame
My soul strives those tempestuous desires to tame

When my body seeks to have fun and frolic in whole
My soul yearns to see...

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Put me on your finger, like the faded ring
Eclipsed, amidst the sun, against your skin
Casting dark cages, incarcerating the moonlight
Of your burning desires, and the maddened grin
Of evil, exposing nefarious doubts veiled from sight;
Put me on your finger, for I am; the light
You've always desired,...

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Our Shame, 

"PRESIDENT" & "LEADERS" 

Full grown men,
old,
devoid of vision,
Lacking in wisdom, 
wicked weaklings 
protected by paltry paid gun men 
great grandfathers, 
unwilling to train Younger Leaders.
Untrained themselves in morals & reputation,
Liars,  
Tired & fickle in frame,
feeble. opaque, lacking imagination,
These exalted clowns,
drawn from rickety...

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She cried her heart out in the shower this morning 
Desperate, anguishing tears
Uncontrollable, convulsing sobs

Anxiety within was strangling her
Clenching and crippling
Incarcerating her into a frozen-like state

All the while
No one heard her cries
No one shared her suffering

No one knew how defeated she felt
How crumpled her courage...

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Through deep despair were grown my homesick tears,
Worn by an inmate boxed in cement pine,
That cried for walls remembered through the years,
Forgotten treasures thought by me as mine;
Where laughter smiled when clouds of summer stirred,
And always rain would form inviting pools;
And abject fate was fate...

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Poverty: 
Unusually limited access
to health,
nutritional poetry,
liturgical dance,
and positive-restorative energy resources--

The four WealthFaces of liberal love.

Poverty of Health derives from
and heads toward:
Win/Lose survival pressures,
crisis,
abscessed longing for peace revolutions,
NowTimed therapeutic resolutions,
HereSpaced restorations of democratic access
to healthy non-institutions.

Health/Pathology Resources derive from
and head toward:
An incarcerating,
retributive short-term fix against Fear
OR/AND
Sanctuary...

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In dankest corners danger lurks,
unseen to human eye
hide creatures from the realms of hell
where none can ever die.

For demons of the lowest plain
cannot a body wear
for they’re destined to feed the pit
with those lost to despair.

These demons lurking all around
seek food for torment’s fire,
there’s no...

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Breathing the new air, grasping a trembling news
Firming my grasp, and holding my grips
Asking anyone to trample on my shoes
As me flying my mind, and stiffening up my lips

I cannot cry, as my tears are dry
Messages are not on your mind to reply
I cannot complain...

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Darkness,
erases light
enticing the wicked.
While demons create horrific
nightmares.

Nightmares,
manifest fright
haunting my subconscious. 
incarcerating, my soul in
darkness.

5/25/2017...

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Trite query from pen so weary
My muse has blown a fuse
The light that once shined has declined
My fleeting hope hangs from a rope
A vagabond whose muse did abscond
With illuminating spark leaving him in the dark
Out on a lark; my scuttled engine in park
Night and day...

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These are the days 
all have come to know
when there is no turning back
running isn't an option
 The past and future seem to collide
truth will explode in a single action 
fate and faith share a common thread
breathing becomes hard
 Hands shake
visions of fill the mind
incarcerating...

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Four walls, four corners
of a window frame,
provide a sense of home,

a base from which to travel 
into worlds unknown,
past dark matter and black holes 

incarcerating light.

I peer into a starry night
where galaxies fill countless points,
and suns escape my sight....

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this person strips themselves of the cast which has been
molded round them,
while the constant beating from the world
brought only severe bleeding within
understanding now that the rules that one is supposed to
abide by,
in order to correctly maintain a life according to the 
status quo,
is just not...

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Strange gray island
Cloaked
In salty haze

Dead slate clouds
Falling
Over pitching blackness

A hint of song
Carried
Across haunted swells

I can barely
Make
Out the sweet lyrics

Glowing with warmth
Skin
Kissed by eternity

A lover promised
Finally
From a ghostly paradise

Insane beauty
Reaching
Out to me

Liquid desolation separates
Her
From me

Must cross

Now


Ahh! There she is!

Succulent treasure

Singing (wailing)
Beckoning (demanding)
Promising (bargaining)
Drawing (pulling)

Jagged rocks looming….
Coming...

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