Best Suffocation Poems
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Cedar fragrance floats softly in the air
like old ghosts awakening after sleep.
Inside, yellowed envelopes carry
the silent burden of hands
that never delivered their confessions.
A brittle map traces borders
that dissolved with the century's breath.
In the probing moonlight,
tarnished brass hinges moan.
Beneath folded sweaters,
apologies fossilize,
and grief settles like dust
on unworn wedding lace.
A sapphire brooch recalls
the heartbeat under a collarbone
where it pinned courage tight
until surrendering.
Trapped light holds
what daylight wouldn't understand.
Within attic walls
the lid groans echoing
how memory bends
under its own weight.
Secrets don't suffocate here~
they become the wood's grain.
Your emotionless face makes me sick, all these grudges you hold of stories untold.
Your horrible voice and terrible choices torture me to to my innermost core, it is unbearable to endure.
Sometimes you fake a smile, only even for a while. Your heartless demeanor could not be any meaner.
Your lies are no suprize as you compromise for a new devise.
You make me want to scream, even in my dreams. I wish you could take a great tumble, so i can take a big shovle...!
You make me go insane, with all this pain. i can hardly breathe when you think you can succeed!
He never left for long,
his footprints left marks all across my kitchen floor
and I slipped over the waning of November, sometimes,
as my hands scarred themselves, the empty callouses
the left over burns that scalded the sides of dingy porcelain bathtubs
when nighttime reaches out shadows that never resemble
me.
Doors are left ajar when the singing stops for the moments that silence invades,
alabaster handles that scream of fingers that fumble for too long against locks
and reason,
but I love him, you see, and I drowned my heartbeat...
softer, still...
to hear him
b l i n k
butterfly wings that recreated May all over my December lips
and we lost lashes, wishes fell to nowhere, I never blew my secrets through the air we
breathed...
but he was back before too long, you know,
erasing the chill from all our floors.
I lay my head on his chest when nighttime refused to leave me,
his skin a map to places I would never discover, the mystery of perfection lay beneath my
fingerprints
a secret I could never grasp,
my hair fell to everywhere all over him and he never felt the teardrops
that seasons bring
so I curled and breathed myself exactly above him in the hopes
that sunrise may shadow me...
but he was there, you see,
softer, even...
than the kisses that rewrite themselves in the fear of losing
spring...
he was there...
but I had dreamed our wishes with my silence, never breathing,
for
far too long.
The jolted anger that never bursts
The mind that is crippled by fears,
The agony in the form of tears,
The revenge that in the mind lingers.
The mind which is dipped in tension,
Always depression, depression and depression!
Those unheard cries,
Of falsehood, entanglements, bondage and ties.
Where love is murdered,
And unity surrendered,
Where frankness is shattered,
And aims, ambitions and aspirations plastered.
Life becomes a knife,
Pain, melancholy and bitter tears to wipe,
Life is a marvellous pilgrimage,
It is a mirror and reflects your own image.
I dreamt of you last night
I felt strangled in my sleep
You loved me so fiercely
A feeling I didn't know
I ran from you
Just to keep my sanity
I realize each day the mistake I made
It suffocates me to the point of pain
You walked in the day
I walked in the night
I was the dark
And you were the light
I seek you again
To atone for my sins
I know I'm not worthy
But live in the hope
Please accept my apology
So that I might feel again
Stop this suffocation
Help me remember how to breathe
When I finally realized
That she only gave her hand
As a request for friendship
That was when I made up
my mind
And decided
Not to do anything at all
Because whatever I may do
It'll wound either of us
Victory creates happiness on both sides
Loss can inflict pain to yourself,
if not to her conscience too
As I really cared,
I lost by my own hand
In order to save her conscience
That decision
equals suffocation
most would say that a suffocating feeling
would be produced by being squashed in a small place
for a long time &
thus the metaphor would make sense
when speaking of the city
where so many people live side beside &
on top of one another,
without a moment of silence to your day,
without a breath of the privacy
which comes when you move out to the burbs or the
countryside---
but a suffocation is bred by space as well,
when the city mouse makes their way out of the concrete jungle for
whatever reason &
when the sounds go away &
the plethora of conveniences that come with a metropolitan area
drift away,
all in an exchange for
distance from everything & everyone,
where privacy is what reigns so heavy
that the physical embodiment of silence itself
is thrust upon you
whether you like it or not---
and it can make the once socially active
cave in on themselves
and it can make the once boisterous & beautiful conversationalist
close up forever,
as if their lips had been clamped shut with a lock,
with the key thrown out behind the house
into a still pond,
where it sinks so deep to the bottom,
never to be found.
I'm drowning and no one is around to save me. The water is filling my lungs and muffling my voice so my screams go unheard. you're the brick tied to my ankles and I can't get the knots untied. I can't even get them loose. I can hear the voices above the water telling me it will be okay without your hands to pull me back up and I just don't believe them. "I just don't want you to slip back to the way you were" my mother says, but the slip was inevitable my head is already under the water the salt is burning my eyes. all I wanted was to save you from your own hurricane of depression and your absence just feels like a failure, like having my heart ripped from my chest and shown to me with pride like you've accomplished something of great value. it's like your saying "it's not enough but I'm taking it with me anyway." you promised. you promised that the sea would not even be in site this time around. you promised that it would be different. instead of violent waves we'd have clear sky's and mountain views. Yet here we are again and we are getting to the part where you stop seeing the blue and everything is turning to black. But I will find comfort in the darkness the way I always do. because I'd do anything, even drowned, for you.
Trees blowing in the wind of the moment
Now flowing they lend nothing at, towards
To them they speak the language, sacrament
The love of the daylight hours with awards
Seeing a lady sounding scraping swords
Feeling the bark of the tree suffocate
Like a smash in the stomach, penetrate
Leaving a mark of breathlessness, no sound
Taking the toll of whispers, signals fate
With no one but the lonely left around
Russell Sivey
Why do you follow me
Oh lock and chain
Tangled up neatly
Get off of me
Let me be free
She has the key
Its been 4 days
Where have you gone
Left me tied up and squirming
On my own
Why wont she use it
Is it to keep my arms down
Would the embrace be to much
Why would you
It’s enough to just keep me at bay
Why I am so loud, when you can hear
Use it,Use it, Use it, Use it
Was I not clear
Because it is starting to hurt
Feels so tight
Finally ready to break free
Just use the key please
Am I the only one that see’s
My rusted chain with the new lock
I crave this addiction,
I’m not denying its suffocation.
I kneel to its power,
Yet never seem to cower.
My heart stutters with the lust,
Of this forbidden comfort.
I’ve tried to move on,
But my soul dies with the isolation.
My eyes are covered,
As I slowly try to recover.
This sin touches me most intimately,
As it slowly encompasses me completely.
You may think differently,
But this is so not necessary.
I hate this thing I have,
I hate that I can’t crave its shadow.
I wish to be alone,
Not overthrown.
I wish to hold my own,
Until I’m over grown.
My heart is mine, and only mine,
No matter where or what time.
The love falling freely,
Is mine to keep greedily.
Love is the worst addiction,
It is the worst affliction.
Why can’t I have loneliness,
Instead of this gagging happiness?
I don’t deserve this,
After all of the regrets.
I don’t want it,
So please help me lose this whiplash.
These wall closing in on me.
These people ganging up on me.
It tends to not let me breathe.
It tends to let me die.
Yes opinions mean very little to me.
But when not anyone can let me be.
When no anyone can let me see,
the brighter side of life.
I'm suffocating in this deadly room!
Theres no oxygen no air!!
I see a light small and bright.
What can it be?
Could it be?
I hope it is.
The light that can take me out of this misery!
The light that can take me away!
It's fading and I die the room darkens again.....
I'm screaming, I'm clawing...
I'm not breathing, I'm falling
Can’t anyone see I'm suffocating?
I'm lunging, I'm grasping
In this dungeon I'm gasping...
Can't anyone see I'm suffocating?
Must I shout, must I yell?
To be moved from this cell?
Help me away from this emaciation,
Can you save my lungs from suffocation?
I'm fearful, I'm dismal
I'm still tearful, my anger abysmal
Can't anyone see I'm suffocating?
Must I tear, must I screech?
Pull my hair, and make a speech?
Take me away from this desolation
Don't let me die from my suffocation...
Hey girl!
Sleeping with a heavy heart still?
Unquestionably, I understant!
I understand the anxiety,
the pain, the depression
of things not going your way.
Unquestionably, I understand!
I understand the weight,
the suffocation, the desolation.
But hold up still,
Wipe off tears still,
And Hit the road,
For, the journey ain't over yet!!!
Dear Parents,
We know that you love us a lot,
But sometimes, all a child need is
A little understanding from your side.
Dear Parents,
Love should not feel like an obligation,
Like something we have to repay by being perfect.
We never want you to stay in pain for us.
We never want us to be the reason you swallowed your sorrows.
But every time you remind us,
It feels like a debt we can never clear.
Dear Parents,
When you fight, the walls tremble,
And so do the child within us,
The one who still hopes for a home
That feels like comfort, not a war field.
We do not want to pick sides,
We just want peace.
Dear Parents,
You tell the world we are great,
But have you ever asked if we want to be?
The weight of your pride suffocates us,
Turns our achievements into burdens.
You say you sacrificed everything for us,
But did you ever wonder
What it feels like to grow up watching love crumble?
Dear Parents,
We are not ungrateful,
But we are tired.
Tired of being the glue,
Tired of being the reason,
Tired of being seen, yet unseen.
Dear Parents,
We are your children,
And we love you a lot,
But we are also our own people.
And all we ask
Is to be allowed to breathe.