Best Trapped Poems
Escape from a world of unhappiness and sorrow
Days and weeks pass and I realize that I despise this cold hole
Let me be ...
Trapped not only within those four dark walls,
but with the elements in time and place
Let me be ...
Tears that makes you feel completely empty and useless plastic
Stop thinking, collaborating with false emotion
Let me be ...
When will you understand, you do not own my thoughts
I know I should be strong, but it is so painful
Let me be ...
Slowly draining my throat, I scream for water and air
While the morning sun lazily crawling along the purple river
Let me be here forever ...
13.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
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Buried Alive
These walls....
they laugh at me but no one else hears
They steal the very breath of me
...but no one seems to notice
They blare a suffocating silence
Leave invisible abrasions from unseen restraints
These walls I once called home
These walls have become my coffin
~FJ Thomas
Most of us run through varying emotions at times. It helps to jot them down and get them out ;) These walls can be emotional or very literal. Usually the one causes the other to collapse in along with it.
The important thing is to remember that there are others who very much understand how you feel; you are not alone. So never give up!
Since a young age,
I've learned how to see
beyond the darkness -
but what has become of me?
Surrounded by blackness
and eerie silence,
gasping for air,
I can't move,
feeling lifeless and helpless.
What is happening to me -
is this paralysis of sleep
or a lucid nightmare.
Cramped for space
placed in a horizontal rectangle -
I can't feel my heart beat.
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
because then, no one will rescue me
maybe it's better if I fall asleep.
It's getting cold,
I can hear raindrops -
or is it my mother's tears.
I try to scream for her,
but the tongue is silent.
Am I hallucinating
or are they my father's hands
help me dad, help me...
Simple Musing
17 October 2020
Wanted to leave this poem open to interpretation.
My spirit and soul are trapped in this vessel of flesh. They scream to escape and to be liberated and soar on the breezes of life. To frolic freely among the trees, among the clouds and to run without weight and care.
My spirit and soul are trapped and they want to get out. Out from under all the stress and demand in life out from all the evil and hate of the world.
My spirit and soul are trapped in demand to perform, to keep a smile when I am down, to keep a stiff upper lip.
My spirit and soul are trapped to work for things and objects, to keep up with Jones and Kardashians.
My spirit and soul are trapped into believing that all men are made equal when the reality of this world says different, that only green currency is the great equalizer.
My spirit and soul are trapped into believing that single is not wholeness that it is necessary to be joined with another body to be view without stigma.
My spirit and soul are trapped in a body not acceptable because it's fat, it's woman and it's black and aging.
My spirit and soul are trapped and they are screaming to be free... screaming to reveal all the possibilities of how good life could be if I just didn't give a damn about who thinks what about me.
the fog clouds deep
my head grows clouded
as mist swirls in from above
enveloping my senses
and i wish i could just disappear.
it’s not that i want to die
i just don’t want to be here.
i just want to vanish for some time
and collect my thoughts in the void
i wish i could just disappear.
i’d like to hang in nonexistence
dive into obscurity
take refuge from myself
pull my brain from my head
and throw it to the ground
bursting in a shower of pink flesh
dripping blood onto the floor.
i just want to disappear.
why is that so hard to understand?
maybe i should leave.
maybe i should stop this poem before i-
i need to escape.
i need to get out of here.
help me out of here
i’m trapped within my own mind
the key, a gleaming knife
but i can’t bring myself to do it.
i can’t free myself from this cage.
suffering in silence
or risk an eternal stay in a mental hospital
where i’d waste away, a lunatic
i can’t
i can’t
i’d miss too much homework
too much school
how would i ever look at myself the same way again?
the confines of my prison are never this strong.
pressing inward upon my shattered soul
h e l p
i can’t escape.
i need to disappear.
i need to leave intact
but how do you fix what’s beyond repair?
Endless madness, 02-12-2000
blurs my mind...
I look around
and can not find...
Any Peace or Reconciliation...
There is a war deep within myself...
These demons, I can not stop the things I do,
when they possess my mind...
I can not escape
what I have locked inside...
For it is I who bares the key...
What am I,
but not like the rest...
Each and every day
seems to be a test...
A fight for survival,
A hunt, an endless nightmare...
I am trapped,
held hostage by a force
more greater than man...
God is what is deep within...
What happens is the choice
that I'm overthrown by...
I can not be free...
I have no choice,
the choices are made by
my spiritual intellect...
Everyday seems to drift apart, 02-19-2000
from all my empty life...
The fulfillment of all things,
I had hoped to have,
washed away by a past disturbed....
If only love was stronger,
maybe it would have not been so bad...
But the drifting apart,
torn away all those hopes and dreams...
If only faith was stronger
and the belief not denied...
If I was loved for me inside,
instead of what I was capable of doing...
Must I strive forth to more days,
and have to dwell on the way
I had hoped how things could have been???
It could have been a lot more,
It seems to be lost...
But it is there...
I must find myself to establish the way,
I had always wished our lives would have been...
written while I was in Sircys mental institution... 12-12-00 and 12-19-00
I see you walking on the beach
with the shyness of a kite,
toes gripping the sand with eyes that float
to the ends of the sea - tell me
(why do you look to the stars, love,
when we are more amazing?)
There are dreams
within dreams
in merely the sheen
of your crystal clear eyes
Yet with each breathless sigh
I can hear you hesitate
(...lunar cycles, she coolly states,
we are but a phase...)
Tell me, dear, where else
do the heavens find themselves trapped
but in your gaze?
Does not the Sun give us light each day?
(the Sea itself takes time to lick our feet,
as vast as she is, despite how we treat
her -- she comes back again,
nevertheless)
Is the Grass, as green as it is,
aware of its sheen?
Do the Miraculous Butterflies
long to metamorphosize yet again
(or are we the only creatures who dream?)
Do the Mountains boast of their grandiosity,
their towering tallness?
(why then, do we meek and mild, feel embarrassed
over our smallness?)
Take me back to the time
when all of these things were gods
and we were merely chattel,
(just the remains of a celestial battle)
the forgotten residue
----is that You?
An afterthought of a careless god
from cradle to grave?
We were unchained long ago,
yet still think we're slaves...
--
sitting on the hoods of our cars,
wishing upon shooting stars,
thinking love is somewhere out there
beyond the clouds or perhaps even the ether
And yet it's neither
It's right HERE
As tangible as the question
lying in our reflection--
(the truth committing suicide
on our tongues)
We'll conquer every mountain, every sea,
travel beyond the farthest galaxy...
...before we ever contemplate
the miracle of You and Me
Flightless Birds Trapped In A Gilded Cage.
.
Fledgling innocents incarcerated in a gilded ornate cage
Budding pretty flowers
Within the blossoming of youth
Of tender sensitive age
.
Born into an imperial dynasty
By destiny and decree
A view from a palace window
To the outside world
Was all they’d often see
Far from the peasant underclass
Living in the gutter of poverty
.
Each one an individual
With different varied traits
With nothing but love in their tender hearts
For they’re parents
Unaware of their countries fate
.
Ripples of unrest and anger
Soon turned into waves of hatred
For a seemingly
Uncaring despondent regime
Toward the Tzar the affluent nobility
And the withdrawn empress Queen
.
The hungry angry peasants revolted
And stormed the palace gates
And for the Royal family
There was no escape
.
Sewing precious jewels inside their clothing
They were forced to leave their comfortable dwelling
And taken prisoners to a place far away
Where they tried to make the best
Of life in where they had to stay
.
Unsure of their fate lost in fantasy and dreams
The revolutionist planned their fate and schemed
One day they were taken to a cellar
And told they were about to die
They must have been terrified
And no doubt
Screamed and cried
.
Shots were fired at the family
And many bullets ricocheted
Bouncing of the clothing
Where the jewels wee hidden away
But eventually blood was spilled
Sending the family to an early grave
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Ideas Trapped By An Inactive Mind
Your mind is hidden in darkness
Thoughts trapped in deep crevasses
Their screams echoes through deathly shadows
Attacked and strangled at their every move
The struggle against invisible shackles
Drawing blood as they fight their captor
Demons search for ideas ripping them apart
Stripped skin strewn across an evil world
A world created from depression and mania
Leaving the ideas disemboweled in the frenzied heat
Blood, skin and guts boil under the demon’s breath
Screams of torture and pain fill the void left by random thoughts
Still alive they choke on the stale sulfuric air
Waiting to die while hoping to be saved
A quick mind lights the darkness
Giving new life to near dead ideas
The strongest fight while the weakest wither and die
The rise through the darkness
Rising into the light they look back
They see the lost ideas dying beneath them
They care about what was lost
What ideas will never see the light of day
And they grieve as they come to light
And they will be told and retold
For that is what ideas are meant to be
Shared by the entire world not killed
Murdered by an inactive mind
I don't want to be
here.
This place tortures me.
My heart is heavy
and in so much pain.
How can I reach you?
You own my heart.
My dreams are no
longer pleasant.
How can I reach you?
As long as I'm not free
to love you. I live in
pain and agony.
As long you're there
and I'm here. I live
in torment. Tormented
by a love that's no longer
mines. For I'm trapped
in the memory of yester-
year.
2-3-16
To Timothy Lee
Though mostly crazy high in zeal,
It's trapped I am in love’s green field.
My thinking cannot one thought yield.
Such feeling spins a hazy wheel.
Starlit favor may sparkle dreams,
No promise offers neat sewed seams.
Unsure, my heart beats quick appeal.
No action vaguely clear at all,
Holds me where I might blindly fall.
This love grows lacy, shaky feel.
Over cloud puffs, my caution spans
To ponder love’s own thunder plans.
I hope love’s truth is strong as steel.
How frightened all my feelings spree
While lost and tossed by all I see.
Though mostly crazy high in zeal,
Such feeling spins a hazy wheel.
Unsure, my heart beats quick appeal.
This love grows lacy, shaky feel.
I hope love’s truth is strong as steel.
Trapped
An imprisoned animal walks the bars back and forth at the zoo.
I have seen my guy do the same thing in the garage.
You might think, perhaps I should be concerned?
Why would I consider them similar at all?
I will explain, a feeling…
When we are in a place or time that has limits,
we long to break them, to prove our worth,
if not to others, simply to ourselves.
A man is measured today… by his collections,
the “stuff” that he obtains, that actually possess him.
All things that will be worthless, once eyes are closed…
And… I tell you now, it will happen.
Being happy, has much as can be, given any circumstance,
is a way to live. Any action(s) less than complete…
“glorification” of the day falls so short.
Not worth measuring at all.
The cage…
it is precise from wall to wall.
Every step, until the fall.
Azure blue skies weep in rent glacial torrents,
iridescent earth sun trap poised to garner sympathy,
dark red cloud’s indignant float might yet rumble,
toxic deluge drenches mudbank plot as toilers whine,
thunderstruck I gaze at wild indigo sea mist on brine-fleck shore
Edge of seat terra firma species orange alert mere bluster,
grim altitude apocalypse for amber moon orb,
rampant shower pockmark with visual scar as trenchant plague,
vapour trail from lachrymose horizon now a shrunken haze,
alarm bell’s doleful peal across an impact cratered expanse once sumptuous mint green
Stream of gurgling silken brook upon reciprocal bright cadence,
otherworldly pine from volatile nebulae’s damp swathe,
vapid biome acreage a gaunt reflection though surreal,
despite magenta stardust twinkle whose infant phase corralled
by wayward drizzle
Hemisphere by half redolent of sombre devastation,
yet exotic visual haunt is that vaunted shadow zone,
sweet maple leaf ether bound refuge from monsoon rife,
pot of gold opal strewn paradise escape hatch,
from lesion blight topsoil or open sore empyrean
Purple leaf and bell pepper cascade swirling o'er panic stricken globe,
perfume clad hillock under hawk-eye squint,
denizens idyllic foster atmospheric canny urban vault,
they hobble gingerly on salmon pink stone bridge en route to harried terrain rescue
I'm starting to believe ther's no such thing as love,
All the memories we've shared, I'm thinking of.
What has time done to spread us apart?
I no longer feel the perfect beat of your heart.
There's nothing we can do to take it back,
The experiences we had, have faded to black.
Those days by the river, under the sun,
We tried to express love, it was only coming from one.
I never felt true love. Not even from you,
What i thought was "love", I'd come running to.
The special moments we had, I can't recreate,
No matter how hard I try, loneliness is my fate.
Ever since we broke up, It hasn't been the same,
What happened to "love"? Am I to blame?
In the end, you left. I thought it was fake.
But now I understand. Now I'm stricken with heartache.
I took a blow to the face, I'm left with a mark.
Why did you hit me, and leave me in the dark?
Why did you leave me? Why did you abandon?
Trapped in loneliness, the hole that I fell in.
A peaceful dream on a cool cold night
Protection from fears and unwanted fright
Waking nightmares cast away
And happy dreams as clear as day
But what happens when there is no protection
And there's no shelter to hide
These unjust rules need be broken
Just for us to survive
Where has the peace gone
We are all in danger here
I can smell the blood
I know now death is near
Will I ever wake from this dream
The dream thats torn me in two
Someone help guide me back
Because I haven't got a clue
No friends to help me out
No helping hands to lend
My fears are all here
When will this pain end
Tradegy has struck my soul
Why can't I just wake up
I'm getting weaker from the pain
I fear that I am stuck
Trapped in a world
Of nightmares and pain
I think that I've lost
This unreal game
This peaceful dream no longer clear
I love my life, I'm still here
In a dreaded dream holding on by a single thread
I won't give up. It's all in my head