Fish Bowl Poems - Poems about Fish Bowl

Trapped in a bowl to live On display to be picked apart Every move watched and discussed Judged by their own reflection in the mirror Disconnect from the mind hive Ignoring and avoiding a good start Their word farts making me disgusted The way of their thinking is sheer horror Trapped in this bowl their vice Control and manipulation impart The are trapped in what...

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My life a fish bowl Two directions Only one path Confessing it is Circling seeking acceptance No matter the direction no real result Tired of swimming in this same bowel Tired of lacking structure Tired of regret Tired of resentment Tired of rage Tired of not belonging How does one free itself from this bowel Jump outside myself i die So i continue to swim around and around This bowl...

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Shaken fish bowl You look upon me, at the bottom of the bowl; Water’s moving am I though… It appears, appearances dance; Do I even have a chance; While at a glance it seems I’m down; Water’s moving then am I NOW drown ; What’s shaken, not stirred; Am I alive or am I dead; 3/7/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© ...

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I am stuck in this zombie’s land Where bubbles squirt out of plastic ships Depressed fish swirling around themselves Opening their mouths so they can breathe I am stuck in this void grave yard Where the pink sea shell opens his big mouth To show off his fake glittery pearl When he sticks out his dark tongue I am stuck in repeating...

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Naked trapped in a fish bowl on public display Like some creature in a zoo I waste my life away Although I bang and scratch with bleeding finger nails upon the glass but people just ignore me and walk on past ''Help''! I shout'' ''Please someone let me out''!. I'm finding it hard to breath I wonder if I'll survive every day is a living nightmare as I cling...

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I carried it, I married it A jelly in a fish bowl Wobble, wobble, wobble What does it do? Just dances, barely moving feet from the ground Lazy lump Shady stump Giving martyrs a bad name! Childish thing, making matters into a big scene Making nothing out of nothing My jelly in a fish bowl...

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look i didnt come here to be a sinner or a saint im not any of that no i aint im just me myself and i you know just the regular kinda guy i do have feelings and i do cry but look i didnt come here to dream or wish im gonna do something because im a dam smart fish and...

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