Best Shackled Poems
I dread the nights -
long hours alone
pass slowly.
I wrestle sleep
in fear of dreams
darker than my loss.
I forget the day, the month,
even the year you left
without warning,
but oh how in the darkness
I remember too well
the moment -
down to the second -
of my silent screams,
Twisted thoughts,
face contorted
in pain like no other
pain I had ever felt
while holding
what once was you.
In light of day
I turn to stone.
Then, night comes,
a ghost haunting me,
too weighted with evil to rise.
Behind closed lids I am
the torero impaled
by Satan's horns
searching for God
in the final breath.
Again, screams cannot escape
from my choking lungs.
My heart breaks like shattered glass -
the shards racing -
tearing through my veins.
Red-eyed and weary,
I wait for a hollow sun
to harden my heart again.
I would rather be numb
than suffer through tortures
of night.
Categories:
shackled, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
O Memory I beg you set me free;
remove these binding shackles from my heart.
My recollections won’t you let me be;
allow my life to have a brand new start.
‘Twas just a year ago my love walked out
in search of greener pastures for to lie;
to find herself and left me here to doubt,
and try to understand the reasons why.
My mind is filled with lonely memories;
the springtime of our love and times we shared,
and how her passions always tried to please,
but now I wonder if she ever cared.
Release me now O cruel Memory;
allow my lonely heart to be set free.
April 24, 2018
Categories:
shackled, betrayal, lonely, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
Save the drama for your momma
Shackled
We look deeper then ever before
Lest I implore
Darkened caverns all around
Fountains with water to quench
Through the lens of a man
When to understand
The lapse in memory to uphold
Crazy dragons in the fire
The fuel for the mire
Cries with the faint in heart
Viscous long hanging fangs that fright
Evil minds that plug destruction
Having tombstones for eyes
The elusive imagery of blackened caverns
To dull the innate surface on my brain
Satan laughing spreads his wings
The gallows of darkened mysterious décor
Shackled from the madness
The inner swell of an opened wound
Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze
Today I'm just a mouse who is stuck in a maze
Going insane spread out in the membrane
Categories:
shackled, angel, anxiety, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
manacle she felt
incarcerated by things
beyond her control
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Categories:
shackled, life,
Form:
Senryu
mind – will – emotions
awaken carpe diem
hibernating dreams
Categories:
shackled, life
Form:
Senryu
The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions
A not unattractive looking building of stone
and that in it's self only added to the mystery
for these stones were not locally quarried
the nearest place being over 170 miles away
Yet here they had been dragged, then hewed
wrestling them into place quite some task
an imposing building nestled in the hillside
and the views surrounding it post card perfect
Inside was airy and light with most of the roof gone
a strange hearth in the corner of the main hall
large enough for a man to walk into upright
Bread ovens built into the walls and a sitting niche
This was all that was left apart from one roofed room
in here it was dry and warm even a single trundle bed
admittedly very rockety but still it was usable
I decided to camp out the following night, it would be fun
The following evening I climbed the hill as the sun set
tonight it would be a full moon, already the air chilling
I settled in with my few belongings and lit the fire
soon it was roaring, with crackles, hissing and spitting
It was a fine clear night and the heat wonderful
so I made up a bracken bed in front of the fire
I laid back enjoying the stars and a comet shooting past
lazily I slipped not realising into a strange sleep
I found the building restored though it's use still not clear
only a long table and chairs in here, beds in the rooms leading off
then a man came into view, he did not seem to notice me as he passed
he stirred the pot cooking on the fire and set the table
Soon more men came in and sat down to enjoy a hearty meal
I realised from their armour that these were soldiers
so the ram-shackled ruin had once been a lookout post
I woke in the morning well rested remembering my dream
As I walked back down the hill I looked back at it
drenched in sunshine it seemed to gleam a wisp of smoke
curling up from the chimney it looked as if once more alive
not an old forgotten ruin moulding slowly into the landscape
I used the word ram-shackled recently and it struck me as a good theme
for a poem so I wrote this.
Categories:
shackled, house, moon, night,
Form:
Epic
Finally, I’ve escaped the chaos of life,
I’ve been anxiously waiting for this day to arrive.
Then you returned and disturbed my tranquil tune.
You are bringing chaos where I once silenced the moon.
Your shadow grew darker I’m trapped in your prison
Again I'm detained in the cyclical dreams of escapism.
Truly, your hostility is grossly obscene.
Your essence, unclean, is captured by dark routines.
Undoubtedly, you are a charlatan indulging in excessive folly.
You reek of deception, like your breath stench of baloney.
Your mask frayed, revealing you're a bona fide phoney.
Deceptive fatalities that resulted in dark ceremonies
Awakened by the reality of my repeated testimony
True to its nature, a zebra does not change its stripes.
Demons do not correct their wrong or release the truth of their lies.
Having been deceived once, I cannot allow it again.
You are free to return to your dominion’s den.
Where your tainted soul releases its toxic fumes.
Falsification suffocates as it leads to my ultimate doom.
I discerned you returned at the adversary’s request.
You intended to expose my esteems’ unrest.
Through my journey, I’ve finally set my soul free.
I have unfastened the lock that held my peace.
Beginning a path I’ve rightfully earned.
To celebrate the growth for which I’ve yearned.
Categories:
shackled, betrayal, confidence, deep, freedom,
Form:
Verse
Growing up has been a shame…..
Growing up never gave her wings……
Her ideas never got that flight……
‘cause they held her so tight…….
‘Who she was ???
They never wanted to understand…
‘Who she wanted to be’???
was none of their concern…..
They have given birth to her
So she was their pet-A caged bird…
They fed, clothed and educated her…
but never showed their love to her
Ever trying to mould her
in the cast of their aims for her
to fulfill their own dreams…
Shackled in their thoughts
She wonders whether she will ever be free…..
They never give her an ear
Never trusted her
Nothing they did was fair
Those looks just gave her jitters
those looks of distrust
In seclusion she wails
Where shall she go??
With whom shall she share
her agony???
With so many such questions
In her mind
She wanted to tell her parents..
That she is not a dream
Not a pet
She is a human being
An individual
Just let her be………
Categories:
shackled, growing up, life, social,
Form:
Free verse
GOD DEEDS
Setbacks like a trap
I am shackled for another lap
As I cried under the shadow
A river of tears on my face flow
I become weak and then slow
Nobody showed up in my folk
Then they laughed at me when I become a dork
And then God sent an angle
Healed me with the voice of appeal
From the mountains from the uphill
Sound of echo a pact of friends
For the lost sheep, like the God deeds
Friday, April 9, 2021
Categories:
shackled, angel, best friend, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
He stands out in a horde
shackled by deep hate,
wizened, yet venom in full store
elicits a man’s devilish state.
His mordacious act make’s heart chill
when trifle things that least matter
provoke's him to discharge a cartridge to nil
a Life that loiter's in a pub gets the batter.
29-Mar-2017
Note: This poem is about a hate crime, where a middle aged kills an young man
in a public place.
Contest: Eight word challenge
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
MUST USE THE FOLLOWING WORDS 1. CARTRIDGE 2. ELICIT 3. MORDACIOUS 4. HORDE 5. SHACKLED 6. TRIFLE 7. WIZENED 8. LOITER
Categories:
shackled, hate,
Form:
Free verse
Born without a Phallus
Arigbe,
the first and last child of his parents
named after the famous Arigbe leaf
a wild magical spice
only used by women who need to spice up their love lives
his father’s love for his mother lacked spice at the time he was born
so she named him Arigbe
but after Arigbe was born
his father’s phallus stopped working
worst still, Arigbe was even born without a phallus
No , no Phallus !
Arigbe is the future
Arigbe is the next generation
but Arigbe is nothing without a Phallus
Arigbe lives in a society where masturbation is in vogue
perhaps, if Arigbe had a Phallus
he would've been a master of masturbation or maybe not.
Today, Arigbe stands accused of masturbating
with the silhouette of a setting sun
but I'm as confused as Arigbe here.
can sunset induce arousal?
with what Phallus , if at all so?
Arigbe’s predicament compels me to ask
why do people always blame the mouse for the sins of cockroaches?
Arigbe has become a man now
naked women lurking around him,
but Arigbe is tired of trying.
many times he’d tried exploring the sweetness of that thing people call “honey”
I mean the one you see when you lift a skirt.
poor Arigbe, never gets to finish his quests.
always stock in the middle of a wet desert,
face to face with coitus dilemma:
heart pounding with biased optimism,
but his treasure is padlocked,
and the key though supposedly between his legs,
unavailable.
yes! Unavailable.
like when you'd dialed a lost phone number.
Arigbe could hear his neighbors ravish their wives.
he stays awake, nights upon nights of endless moans and rhythm of ecstasy.
he feels nothing but goosebumps.
goosebumps. Only goosebumps
that’s all there is for him to feel
nothing more, nothing less
Arigbe’s mates have become fathers
some are even grandfathers
but Arigbe is yet to raise his face
for fear of being mocked to his face
no one understands his race
even his parents blame him for being born without a Phallus
oh, dear Arigbe
If you say life is cruel
I will understand.
What is this life without a Phallus anyway?
Categories:
shackled, angst, depression, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
How silent lies a lone ghost ship
that lists, tethered to its mooring
having run aground inside a
dying dream, now distant.
Written on 3/28/2018
Categories:
shackled, dark, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Blue
Divine
Shine
Madonna and Child
Suffocate the Papal decreed
Sowed the seeds
Indoctrinated godly status
Art distorted the power courted
For Church convention
Hidden shackled
Never to tackle
Categories:
shackled, art,
Form:
Free verse
Backing my hips against white painted bricks
While stupid ass men dance with stupid ass chicks
They act like Adonis, which isn’t that honest
They’re trying their best ‘pulling’ tricks
I came in with Les who hopes to impress
A ‘prospect’ who’s scantily dressed
Get out there my son, he said, go have some fun
I said I was having a rest
And when I see Sally, I just dilly dally
I secretly couldn’t be keener
But she turned around, I stared at the ground
As though I had not even seen her
The chance of romance might get me to dance
But I don’t see much of a chance
When Sally said, ‘Hi,’ something flew in my eye
And so I avoided her glance
Perhaps I could ask next time she walks past
But I’ve still got quite a full glass
I could drink it quick which might make me sick
So this time I’ll just let her pass
The thing is I think that she gave me a wink
Last week as she sauntered on by
But I looked away because maybe that day
She thought I was some other guy
So now my mate, Les, has gone off with Bess
The girl in the skimpy red dress
It’s time to go home, again all alone
And act like I couldn’t care less.
A crippling ailment, a life in curtailment
Its living your life on your knees
No way to stand out when riddled with doubt
Yet no-one calls ‘Shy’ a disease
Categories:
shackled, angst, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
Shackled in chains,
And an orange jumpsuit He came,
Shuffling into court.
His name was called,
and he stood to face his shame,
All eyes upon him.
Held in his hand,
A crumpled sheet of paper.
He opened to read.
He poured forth,
his failures and pains,
with alcohol.
The judge said.
"Sounds like a Jekyl and Hyde thing."
"I sentence you..........."
For the Jekyl and Hyde Contest.
Categories:
shackled, life,
Form:
Free verse