Best Tortured Poems
She's bound by chains too hard for her to break
Alive and yet she tastes a living death
Morality and ethics round her neck
And so she plans to rob her soul of breath
The flames of hell are licking at her feet
In torture is her soul in need of love
A proffered gift of passion undenied
Would bring upon her wrath from God above
To convent in the hills she must escape
Confession make and plead for mercy there
Or else her heart and soul to crucify
And end the call of pleasure, beauteous fair
Betwixt morality and passion lies
The sweet seduction in a lover’s eyes
Jade Celeste
A tortured love abides deep in her heart
A love intense and strong, fearless and brave
A love demanding all and not a part
A love that must descend down to her grave
It is a love that bears not rivalry
A love so pure, a love devoid of doubt
It is a love that thrives on constancy
A love that chases all contenders out
With heavy heart that longs for such a love
In flow of passion’s tide she seeks to swim
She cries out to her God who reigns above
And yet there is no sign, her hope is dim
She will not live her life in tortured time
And so she hopes for death, relief sublime
Jade
A tortured spirit, earth bound wreaths in agony,
trapped within human body, desperate for freedom.
To be able to escape and hide from other's sight,
to escape the whispers that cut like knives.
Always chained, seeing nothing from balanced point of view.
Reading friendly gestures as threats, wanting love and yet,
unable to give back due to fear and lack of trust.
Forever tied by the silken threads of bi-polar.
Looking always with suspicion on friendly gestures
searching them for hidden agenda or betrayals.
Often over loving, smothering the participant
only to suddenly withdraw and push them away.
Talking to one's self often just privately ranting
blaming all but one's self caught up in madness.
Few things seem to relieve this sense of persecution
and so this tortured soul fights on forever trapped.
tattered, ragged and frayed~
throbbing and aching pain
tangled in a maze like
trance of chaotic thoughts ...
threadbare and faded, the
tapestry of life, is
tarnished with my anguish _
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April 26, 2021
Poetry/Pleiades Verse/tortured
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1349-689-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pleiades T
sponsor, Kim Merryman, Judged 04/26/2021
First Place
For Taylor Swift
Is that what we are?
Tortured Poets
It has a ring
of truth to it
We have a close
relationship to
our emotions,
understand that
life is suffering
as the Buddhists
would contemplate
Interesting that a
Mega Star would
realize this- - - - -
Get It
It goes to the
depth of her character
She's an enlightened being
that also creates
great Music- - - - - Love It!
I ventured into us
Without any outcome in mind
I was content at the time
Happiness was the bottom line
Nothing could prepare me for this
The fire was put out of our bliss
How did we come to this
Unbearable twist
It is impossible to know
That love once did exist
Caught
in the confusion and mist
It is hard to forge
any reasonable outcome
Which way is the right way
A clouded judgment
could be detrimental
It is so hard and my heart ache
Lord why did you forsake
Is it something I did in the past?
Is something I miss at present?
I can't see clearly
My heart is too broken
I'm teary eyed
I was brave
to suggest separation
The truth is I am terrified
I was dumb and bold
But your grudge
is just stone cold
I tried
to resuscitate
a talk with you
It was in vain
All listening
supply was cut off
Spending my time in silence
It feels to difficult
It beats strained words
to an unwilling ear
In the past I never minded
the odd behavior
here and there
But now protecting
my interest
will be my resolve
Our disagreement
seem to pile up
It seems never solved
It's way more than pride
It hurts inside
I have been through struggling
This is internal suffering
How long will I be
subjecting myself to this hurt
I was brave enough
to embrace the fire
It feels too late for me
because I got burnt
They sat him down
In a chair
In a large office
With a gorgeous window
With a fabulous view
And they sent in
One
Only one
That sole representative
Took from their briefcase
A roll of red tape
Flimsy looking
Transparent in places
Red tape
Legally strengthened
With barbs
Then the representative
Beat him
Viscously
With the red tape
And his vision fell
Sliced and compromised
Gasping for breath
Exhausted
Thrashed
Neutralised
Tortured souls breaking free
outward bound into the night
tortured souls set me free
when you find your destiny
everything will be alright
tortured souls breaking free
let us go now finally
take this chance to set things right
tortured souls set me free
calm your fears and stay with me
gathering the strength to fight
tortured souls breaking free
holding on to what you see
looking into dawns first light
tortured souls set me free
why can't you just let me be
stay out of my wavered sight
tortured souls breaking free
tortured souls set me free
as rain beats against my window pane~
thoughts of an old love plague my brain
05/12/2022
Alexis Y.
Life was hard and he had lost all that mattered
first his mother who was murdered on her way home.
He watched his Dad unable to cope with her loss
fade away to skin and bones a relief when he passed on.
His wife walked out on him with their three children
leaving him with a pile of debts and a broken heart.
He lost his job for too much time off with no reference
and soon he would lose his house to the bank and divorce.
Now the final straw he was terminally ill and in pain
constant debilitating pain that sapped away his strength.
Lining up the bottles he poured out a healthy sized drink
and placed the pills ready in rows, with six in each pile.
Putting on a selection of his favourite bands he hunkered down,
settling himself as comfortably as possible this last thing
in his own hands, he got to chose. Not the illness he would beat
that by his own choice, for him death no longer held any fear.
Sipping, swallowing he washed down the pills until none remained.
After all enough was enough and he had nothing left to lose.
As he drifted off he dreamed of better times now past and gone
Soon he was walking in pleasant green pastures, ahead he could see.
His parents waiting with smiles on their faces and open arms
a vivid bright light that burned his eyes and yet welcomed.
He walked through the veil with eager steps to perfect peace
leaving behind without any regrets, the empty husk of his body.
Night time rest
I lie there counting the stars
as they glint in the Heavens
Desperate to sleep
exhausted tears streak streams
from cheek to pillow
Not that I feel sorry for myself
just simply worn out
in need of short respite
Scared to try to move
as nightly rigamortis sets in
but need is there to move
to free the stiffness
work through extreme pain
to break the grip
of thise imprisoned bones
to free the body
and bring short relief
that I might make routine bathroom trip
before it is too late
and further humiliation takes hold
Once I can bend and straighten legs freely
I can shuffle around suffice to sit
then reassure myself
just enough to feel able to cope
To push and put one foot in front of the other
Force this swollen crumbling body beyond the pain
required to move from sitting to standing
to start to brave the world once more
So I can live life to its fullest
The calm tends to come after the storm
but the peace that follows can be short lived
never knowing when the winds direction will turn on its heal
bringing tornados and lightening strikes
to rack tortures torment through my spine and legs
where this disabling degenerative disease desires domination
Red lipstick disguise fools those around me
They don't see me during these difficult times
the occasions I let only those closest to me near
Times I become almost totally reliant
Like so many mornings when I've no choice
but grapple between the raise bar
and my husbands strong arm
to standing stooped position
Flattened hands search the fronts of wardrobe doors
sliding upwards as I straighten up
taking crutches one in each hand
I prop myself strongly
then carefully I step slowly
and with each movement new release
begins to fall fresh upon me
for but short time
until the hours play same record over
or the devils bow plays fiddle
with the nerves in my body for encore
I saw a pretty woman,
At the book store!
She was amazing,
As described in the folklore!
Her beauty glistened,
Under the yellow light!
I had to make sure,
She was within my eye sight!
‘What Men Want’,
Was the book she was reading!
I took a closer look,
N saw her right ear was bleeding!
Abused n tortured,
She was by her man!
I wonder whether she considered,
Hanging herself by the fan!
Humbled by her efforts,
To satisfy her man!
I wished I could go there,
N give her a hand!
Dedicated to all ‘Tortured Soul’s’ who have been or are in an abusive relationship, just
because they love their better half immensely!
Let us all say NO to Domestic Violence.
The tortured poet has returned to cause chaos on the page
With a pen full of ink that is sharper than Michael Myers blade
This is about to get horrific and bloody it's not for the weak minded
I was forced to live with dark thoughts, but now I keep rhyming
I've learned to not listen to the opinions of the people who discredit the caterpillar, but praise the butterfly
I refuse to bring laughter to people who didn't want to know about what I suffered inside
As a teen I had dreams of a hug from my dad, or being another guy
So I sat alone in my room inside of the children's home
Feeling alone
Writing lyrics while listening to Eminem became my building zone
I don't know what they're authorising
but this authors writing
Slaughtering and torturing
Causing chaos to everything you're organising
Been through some times which were traumatising
I'm just trying to survive in this world I was born to die in
I got back up and cleaned my wings anytime I fell short with flying
I promise that I will have killed my demons and beat depression by the time the morgue is arriving
This isn't a game, there isn't a slot where you can make a quarter slide in
No buttons for you to push to stop this rhyming monster
Even Jason Voorhees finds him bonkers
I'll climb and conquer
With a heart of pain and mind of vodka
a pen full of ink that can't run out
My lyrics won't be dumbed down
Inspired by Rakim, Nas, Eminem and Big Pun
I'm now facing everything I once hid from
Speak your mind, because no one will respect the fence you sit on
The lost kid
Who became a Hip-Hop head
Starting to appreciate the fact I'm not dead
Time to start a new journey because some of my bridges have been burned
I've fell back in love with the pen, so you could say the tortured poet has returned
I produce old silk flags to undulate the mist-
I”m just another Torturated Body from the East
I take the Medicine and try to resist
among Big Mammals, fighting with a spoon
I put one foot on the Moon for a catatonic walk
and the other foot on the street
to sustain the back
under a yellow skirt
wearing an orange shoe
that gives a great stability
by throwing out sweet glue.
www.simonadancila.com
What think you now my tortured friend?
That thy clothes you fiercely rent
Through painful eyes and tearful cries
You feel you must repent
Do thoughts of past that hold you fast
Bring pain that will not cease?
Does guilt from acts and evil pacts
Provide your heart no ease?
Is it your secrets of the past
For which you must repent?
You think that guilt is your reward
For how your life was spent?
You must not fret, you must forget
The pain of things gone by
The pain you feel that will not heel
And makes you want to die
The force of fate has pushed you
To do the things you’ve done
It’s your karma that has pulled you
To what can’t be undone
There is no blame there is no shame
To learn from your mistakes
But learn you must, your peace to earn
For that is what it takes
It is not yours to sorrow
For every lesson that you’ve learned
Is one step closer to perfection
That your growing soul has earned
Do you not know we’re here to grow
Your guilt is their control
Take back your life to ease your strife
Be master of your soul
Your soul’s on Jacobs ladder
And goes from life to life
Each lesson here provides you
Relief from pain and strife
You have your life before you
And a mission to fulfill
Fulfill your dreams, your joyful schemes
Maintain a steely will
There is no sin, it’s in your mind
It’s yours to take or leave
You bring it on with thoughts impure
You reap as you believe
So go your way beloved friend
Choose to do your best from now
Do as you please and hurt no one
Your God within will show you how
Forgive yourself the future’s yours
Just do the best you can
Do lofty deeds, fulfill your needs
And you will be a better man