Cage Poems - Poems about Cage

In the quiet nook of a loving home, Is my small world- fenced by iron bars, and a limited sky. Protected from storms and predator’s eye. Fresh clean water, steady sunflower seed supply. Almost a picture-perfect life. Yet, I often sigh. I yearn for lush trees, and open endless skies. Where the sun shines bright And the moon climbs high. I long to join the chorus of dawn, spread my...

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Nine years and a half, a love story spun, Or so I believed, beneath the rising sun. I gave my heart, my trust, my very soul, But found myself within a deepening hole. A gilded cage, you fashioned it with care, Bars of obligation, whispers of despair. My wings were clipped, my spirit held so tight,...

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Shadows are flying in my head. Emotions are lost . Darkness is running allover,thou life is a mystery. Deeply I feel sad, deeply I feel happy, asking why life is worthless. I can feel anger brewing inside my heart. Periodically hateness is installed in my heart. My emotions are lost in my own world,where I don't have access. I'm lost in my...

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In Secret Caverns, we harken to the darkness. Our headlamps’ shut off, we are anywhere, we are everywhere, it doesn’t matter where. No matches, no breeze, no breath to strike up the light, no moon, no sun, no shuffling. Absolutely still - our souls, our conscience, what disturbs the ash of our ultimate destiny. No one dares to whisper in this golden...

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canary yellow voiding wings to gifted voice lost in translation AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Though caged in a corner where gallows still loom, Beware — for it sails on a wave of dark gloom. A wave from the sea of existence runs red, A net cast through nightfall and daylight ahead. You, sovereign hawk in this narrow domain — Be not content, for these bars still remain. Yet I bring good news from the breath...

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The Cage Upon the trees, I built my cage, oblivious. Invisible bars forged with hollow expectations and the echo of my doubts, a sly structure of limits that I thought would lift me into the blues. In a trance, I followed the rules I wrote in silence, the demands I carved into my skin, thinking they’d propel me toward the vast expanse-...

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Survival in spite of a series of unfortunate events, And despite being delirious in the head, I thrived in the thicket and the brush. The Moon’s departure was the Sun’s arrival, Nights in the cities was ahead, I felt alive again in the swish of the rush. Light up a diluted filter with a crush,...

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The sky outside is bright and clear, Yet my heart is shrouded with tears. Sunlight bathes the distant houses, While smog blankets my soul. I should cherish such rare sunny days, But I'm trapped in this small room, afraid to stray. Looking into the mirror—I see: Unwashed hair, Puffy eyes, A sallow face with a bitter smile, And stacked high on my desk a pile...

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If your heart has become a wild creature that no longer recognizes the cage of your ribs, If it crashes against your chest like an animal caught in the trap of unbridled desire, If it howls at the moon of silence, begging for a drop of mercy in the eternal night, Then lend me your heart, to shelter...

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The cage has been far too long ...

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English/EN: Bird in a cage, yearns not always for boundless knowledge, to soar and roam unfettered through the skies. But, when it does, will there ever be a chance? Even if so, will the journey be seamless? Even if so, will it bear fruit? Even if so, will the soul truly feel, savor it? Even if so, still, blood may drip everywhere, drops...

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You say you love the mountains high, But never reach to touch the sky. You say you love the ocean’s waves, Yet fear the path the water paves. You say you love the river’s song, Yet flee before it pulls you along. You say you love me; still, I see, Your love was never meant for me. You say love burns like a...

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In his cage of thoughts, the captive man writes with wings of ink, surrounded by crumpled parchments like autumn leaves, he dreams, of things seen through his tarnished window, a portal to the world beyond, where the vast ocean whispers its stories with waves of longing. His canvases are giant ships carrying on their decks free souls, with the will...

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The past is a lesson, not a prison, The past is a mentor, not a captor. The past is a tale, not a jail, The past is a page, not a cage. The past is a foundation, not a stagnation, The past is a phase, not a maze. The past is a guide, not a slide, The past is a map, not...

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