Dungeon Poems

WONDERING HEART

My heart is like an open book
That only she can write in it
A journal difficult to open
More like a lock with no key
Yet she opened it easily

My heart never gathered courage
To tell her how I feel inside
Yet I have been in love with her
Before she knew me
My heart is like a dungeon
Holding my feelings hostage
Waiting

Dungeon Of Memories

Goodbye again dungeon of memories 
where youngster self has bloomed 
In no time I'll be back again
Like an echo in a song 

Bless the one who toiled for you
Whose sweat and blood laid your foundation 
May her sunshine rise again
In golden shades, her silver moon 

January 8, 2024, PST, BC

Dungeon of the Lord of Lies

There's an angry, confused and sad man - I see it in his eyes
Putting up a synthetic smile and front - his primary disguise
He's choking and suffering in his pointless mundane life
So the anger, rage, and hatred course thru his veins - he cuts himself w/ a knife
He tries to hang himself - killing what

A Dungeon

My mind is a slippery slope
Once in, it’s hard to get out,
Set in layers of intricate meshes
You’ll get entangled in my evil ways…
Beware, stay away!



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We Starve

Like in a dungeon we live,
Full of dissatisfaction and high charges of stuff
With no sign of reduction but expansion
As if we were victims of famine
In a famished land.
The rainbows of intercession speak not,
And the markets, missing their right positions;
In our little wages we battle with the economy
But it seems it's overcoming us
Starve! Starve!! Starve!!!
We the

A Surgeon and a Church Fight

Over square miles a unique surgeon
In the West African sub-region:
Clearly,the tower in their region;
Names of the other knives in dungeon...

"Daddy,will I ever be like John
Now and again in Germany's Bonn ?"
But surgeon is facing religion
And religion: "I'll defeat you, John:
For you,surely,coming with legion,
Which shall never fail to you bludgeon"
It's surgery for delivery 
To The Church's

Bi In a Dungeon

BI IN A DUNGEON

“A beam of moonlight woke me up. 
I have had it enough; brushing up the dust in my lap, I rose.
The dark dungeon in the valley…
 I scream out because they suffocate me in that dusty and rusty cage.
 They say am a beast. But-

Oh! my lord…where art thou?
Your princess is caged

Would I Use a Doggie Dungeon

If I had a doggie dungeon I could put Buddy down there.
He eats shoes, tuna cans, cat food cans, belts, pajamas and other things.
We are going through forty dollars of dog toys a week; it is not enough.

But he is just a baby. A big adorable amber eyed baby who loves me.
He loves my husband

Worst Dungeon In London Town

Where can we go to find the creepiest scariest dungeon? She asked.
I had to get out my travel books and research; it was quite a task.
We finally agreed to go to London to see an evil looking gargoyle.
He will twist your stomach into knots and make your blue blood boil.

My friend was almost too frightened,

Star-Dark

I professed my love, you flayed my skin
With a rusted blunt razor, so cruel and mean
You tried grabbing my soul, but I floated away
To a giant heaven's gate, and back to Earth's bay

Back in a new body, so fleshy and plumpy
For the ninth time, in less than a century
If fate claims to be fair, I

A Castles Dungeon

Trapped in a dungeon
With chains drunken
Tipping a glass of wine
Thought’s intriguing
then wondering
If time will ever pass by
Hanging over a cliff
Balancing my time
With handcuffs on
And bars now closed
Drunken am I
Trapped in this dungeon
from drinking wine

Aphrodite's Tied Up Delights

Running on cliff edges cranked her adrenalin 
Stagger of gravels' release, tipped in avalanche
Scared her terrifically, able to surrendour then 
Driven to dare's taunt irresistible, emancipated

Victims of her craft came willingly to her dim den
Always too enthused, wiped smiles with debauchery 
Fools drooled like puppies, helpless lap belt men
Guzzled foggy grape juice, succumbed to her

Babel

Have we rebuilt the tower of Babel
With weary words of wireless babble?
Do somnolent thoughts surf synapses
On tidal waves of vacuous verbs?

So tasteless, as baseless, and faceless
Secret voices clamor, “I am here”
In clusters of blabbing barnacles
Encrusted, agape, to the Internet.

Watchers, spectators doing little,
Chasing minutia ever fresh.
Turned into products; privacy shed
In a passive world of dungeon dead.

Endlessly

In An Ancient Castle, In a Terrible, Sorrowful Dungeon

In an ancient castle, in a terrible, sorrowful dungeon,
The guide showed the tourists a skeletons scatter.
Tourists whispered in horror: - Who dumps them?  
The guide gloomily dropped: - It is already not matter,
Irrelevant who they are, but ask yourself:- Why?
People attempted to save money on guide?

Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast, the First Battle, Part One

Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast,
The First Battle, (Part One)

From devil's cup black Stygian waters he drank
from that first morbid hellish gate further he sank
into a turbulent and malignant abyss
a victim of that hideous she-devil's kiss
his mission to deceive and gain lover's reprieve
to become the hero some would never believe.

Now at last

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