Confined Poems - Poems about Confined

Elevator ride, a putrid smell, I assume, someone's fanny fumes....

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The walls close in, peeling paint whispering stories I’ve worn too long. The air clings heavy, stale as forgotten dreams, suffocating, soaked in dust. The clock ticks louder than the fractures in my chest, its hands dragging me through an endless loop of nowhere. Even the shadows feel stifling, their jagged edges curling inward, hungry to swallow me whole. I’ve dreamt of escape - to where the sky consumes...

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I am a stranger in my home ...

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shadows through walls a blue moon bleeds into the sky the passing day an unfinished line a flickering screen i am living and dying i am a flickering screen an unfinished line the passing day bleeds into the sky a blue moon through walls shadows...

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I never fit in And it is worse if I try So sit quietly...

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A joyride Like that of a high speed rail We may take our partners Our small children Or our old parents For a joyride Looking around Scenery and nature People and crowd Shops and houses Cars and buses Highways and lanes All are eye-catching After a long time confining to Walls and beds While people are still hesitating to dine-in Because of the virus I love a joyride I...

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Day after day unable to roam Doing what’s needed Staying safe, staying home Week upon week inside a confined space Nowhere to go No other place Good days positive Fun and laughter galore Reflection of life and memories before Grateful, appreciative For all life provides Content for protection, safe inside Bad days negative Unbearably long Nothing right, everything wrong Frustration, worry, uncertainty, fear Tired, lazy, future unclear Motivation fading No end...

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I’m self confined with another In this loveless prison cell It's the height of my suffering Like a taste of pure hell I’ve got to break out I’ve got to break free As my soul needs to dance If it’s just only with me My friends don’t understand For all these longings inside Are not on view to the world As...

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confined, shackled in chains, there isn’t an exit sign; how can a person escape their, own mind. Contest:QUIN-TO Sponsor:Brian Strand 11/19/2020...

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I could care less about getting a haircut or finding hair color to dye my nappy roots So what my nails need a fill and my feet look like I've been walking on eggshells and frustration I don't give a damn about having to cancel weddings parties open mics and play dates I'm not interested in swinging on conspiracy theories while binging on fake...

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Languishing inside a cell(his demons) so fierce and punishing; isolating loneliness pierce the core of his misery. Every so often, he feels claustrophobic, as if inside a coffin. Rithimus Divisa 4 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gregory...

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Under his bum, girl. Under his bottom, girl. That is where you must stay. Nose up his butt, or thought a ****. Forced to stay under his bum. All covered up. Or be thought a ****. The sun never shines, on your skin, because you are covered up. If you show some skin, men like him, will call you a ****. Still they...

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So agrophobia, A most ridiculous phobia, Illogical impractical and so unreasonable, The symptoms completely inconceivable, A fear so irrational like a fear of ones shadow, Although sciophobia is the fear of ones shadow, Both more ridiculous than the other what a phobia, Plagued by a confinement of my mind agrophobia Agrophobia a fear of leaving my home alone, I seemed to have...

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A bird sings.. mawkish Sings and dances smooth She... by doing so has naturally forgotten her world. Soars high upwards aims to touch moon but sadly can't.. falls back in nest the bird is unable to achieve her dreams.. being "leashed". 15-5-2020 ~DEEPA~ Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest. Note1:*Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest* Sponsor:Emile Pinet Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest. Note 2:STRAND no 770 any theme any form' Poetry Contest sponsored...

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The grass is green just as it was last year in spring, and the azaleas bring me cheer. Their colors are not dimmed by humans’ fear. Birds fly about as if there’s nothing wrong, some bearing twigs to build nests high and strong. They lift my spirits with each warbling song. The squirrels chase and chatter free of care before their audience....

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