Best Lock Up Poems
Pain so debilitating
draining me of life
It is constant
with no respite
Saps my energy
such pain within
Pain depletes joy
from my face
Leaves strain and hurt
etched on my frown
As slowly and surely
pain grinds me down
Even when I try to sleep
pain keeps me awake
for hours on end
This enemy within
taking over my life
is dragging me down
Pain at every turn
Pain so aging
so exhausting too
Oh dear what can I do
Walking to accommodate
but posture is poor
Exacerbating problem
on walking through my door
Oh please I am begging
no pain anymore
Unwelcome guest
you ring my bell
you truly are
a visitor from hell
I will not let you in
I will lock up my door
Written on 10th January 2019
written after a very painful period so feeling rather fragile
Contest A STRAND (1072)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
< once there was a girl locked in closet
dear old dad said well thats what you get
little did he come know
let out by little bro
but recaptured by moms fishing net
Entry For Leighann Anderson's
Sea Of Words Contest
G.L. All
I listen to my words but they fall far below
I'll never make the same mistake
carnality lifting through the extreme
blinded decorum of harmful interludes
there isa cave with evil twisted ways
caverns filled with darkened conclaves
dark viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
the highway indian spirit burning riding on Hell's highway
the sound of a motorcycle engine exploding
a sound of laughter beneath it's swell
a highway to Hell
decorated plains headed as nomadic tribesmen
darkened caverns of high volume of steel
in the darkened dungeon in the pit of death
when no one cares or gives a ****
the motorcycle gang was coming out swinging
a crowd of social anarchy in the midst
the less a man thinks then so he does
we sweep things underneath the rug
here we celebrate in a new caged swing
the way the fallen apart at the seams
the wolves were in a tragic scene
things falling apart at the seams
beady little eyes with blood off side
locked away in the solitude of the moment
caged barbaric conquest through the battle
black smoke of radiating heavy metal exploits
I’m going to lock it up
I’m going to build walls
No, sky scrapers
Im going to surround it with thorns
And fire will burn all the way around
I’m going to lock it
Turn the rusty key
Watch it crumble into rust, dust
Break and fall away
Pulverized, into dirt
I’m going to lock it up
I’m going to lock it up
So deep and jailed in
With bricks, stacked
Cemented by hands
Clenched, bones, white hot knuckled
Red and white, stuffed inside
Jammed and thrust into seclusion
You’ll never find it, or greet
The soft petals with your touch
The pink veined and venomed things
Which would shutter and shirk away
Locked and twisted and bound
And hidden, smashed into a trunk
Is that enough? Is that enough?
I’m going to lock it up
These angels you’ll never find
Go on, search with those yellow eyes
Those blue and hateful cold dead northern eyes
Rheumy with desire and death crusted over
Look and watch it fail in the light
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up
Watch it fade away into the shard of a memory
And vanish into the air like a breath
in a caged barbaric frenzy from a tale of long ago
there lived in desolation on a barren island
wolves in there own habitation
out of the fascination they would eat as scavengers in danger
often in peril a lost soul from the outer banks would land on its premises
alone and uncharmed he would rise to pillage
all of a sudden out of no where the wolves would come
long hanging viscous fangs that bite with fright dripping blood off side
there would be nothing left to the poor soul raped up in maggot infested drool...
authorities got word that the island had these creatures on it
they had summoned a search party that would retrieve these brute beasts
it started to rain on the night that they first decided to search
darkened barren forest with the unknown residence
for the first couple of days getting stuck in a haze
but the brave men journeyed to capture these beasts
fire was brought in to light the path in the heat of the night
suddenly two eyes appeared & arose with fear
jumped on the militia men and frightened them
there was a toxic zombie look in the creatures eyes
the authorities wasted no time and rounded the beasts up
much to there surprise they were quite harmless after all
yet the order were announced to lock up the wolves
for many weeks would pass having every reason to grasp
the final decision was made an order to kill the wolves on spot
but I never forgot about where they were and where they came
a firing squad did the horrible deed & they were no more
yet there memory lingers on in poetry & song