Forcibly Poems | Examples

Bikini

1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew

Bone Beach

 Waves crash against the ribcage of shore
  Where unburied bones play on the beach
   The dead swim in shallow pools beneath
    Lost Souls never finding their exit door

 The living are not welcome to come here
  Sometimes they are seen staring from afar
   Too many have tried then have disappeared
    And death is always what the living fears

 From the cliff above the bones are seen
  Dancing in the sand, splashing in the sea
   Is it a dream or nightmare in unreality
    Unexplainable to the living, what does it mean

 It means that so much we humans don't know
  And even less in which what to believe
   Belief is only a product given forcibly
    Forced to reap what someone else really sow's

 This place of bones called Skeleton Bay
  An unexplainable retreat for the dead
   A phenomenon unstudied this haunted beach
    A place where only the dead meet and play


  Written for contest "Bone Beach" 0/25/2024
          Hosted by: Anthony Biianco

     
        **WON 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST**

Captain Kirk

Captain Kirk had lots of nerve
Solving all things with his verve
Until he did split
And then had a fit
He now wore a woman's curve.

Note: Inspired by the Star Trek
episode Turnabout Intruder in which  Captain Kirk's insane ex-lover Dr. Janice Lester forcibly switches bodies with him in order to take command of the Enterprise.

One out of five

He was 6 foot 3.
I was 5 foot 5.
My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive..
Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed
my top rip..
My bra lifted up as  mammoth paws perspired, my
round breasts exposed, he paused and admired..
"You are beautiful" he said and then forcibly
he pushed down my head..
My face now buried in a groin, male parts exposed.
I caved to his needs with hopes he would go..
One predator preying on a weaker sex.
I was grateful that he hadn't broken my neck..
One vulnerable woman who managed to survive,
in a country where sexual assaults happen to one out of five..

Syringe

Tip is scary
Feeling forcibly crazy
Nurse flu injection.

Abandoned Infant

Thank you for giving me life
Yet so sorry for abandoning me.
The life I battled for and won
To acquire life but of a rational one,
The first glance and glare 
From thy fluffy lap, i longed to zoom the world.
Where is thy lap I longed for?
The plastics as cold as icy snow,
Is it the lap of all mothers?
I cried, tears flowed and dried,
Whose hand come to lullaby me?
Whose shining hands I expected,
Dear mother, it's you I expected
Yet you chose to let me lament,
The world is but so cold and bare
Where detention is forcibly imposed
For crimes I never committed.

Approaching the Night

The fog delays alighting;
Suddenly I appear in that street.

the moon tries to peep out of the well

The wind chases a song all over the street.

As if some stranger I am watched uneasily.

A bunch of dogs come swimming
and get buried in the gaps of fence.

Losing consciousness
chaos escape the memory.

Rain that went past me
reaching the street-corner where I stood
was returning.

Despite closing skilfully
dog’s tail wags outside imagination.

The eyes of some passing across
hang me, who they had carried away,
upon a tree.

Slipping off the hands of those dragging me
Night has fallen down.

Better to lose even those things carefully guarded
and go searching for them in his company.

With many a moment of imagination turning blurred
I am left in a dense jungle directionless.

Behind the staircase, cowardly feet were stealthily
Climbing.

I am forcibly evicted from
the Night of few minutes.

These do not take place in just one night.

The Bell Tolls - Any Topic Any Form

I
F
only I
could navigate
to stay so far away
from the idle brambles.
Transcending into oblivion.
Melding onward in transition,
Forcibly blocked continuance,
A mouse stymied in a maze.
Not any forward progression
My endeavour, to look back,
To retrace the journey so far.
Abandon the will to proceed.
Return from whence we were.
No wise, guiding light to follow.
Search for a better way forward.
Seeking from my Spirit in the sky.
He releases the confusion suffered.
Leading from this halted way of life.
Still illuminates His pathways onward.
For eternal bliss is granted by His presence.
Freedom unhindered by God’s Almighty Grace.
As He makes the bell toll for me as He rings it with 
His
Love
!

A Street Scene

left low concrete wall
dry March trees march inside
behind that
apartment where people are hiding
on a closed window
The unchanging marching March sunlight
crashing
falling
Forcibly planted at the end of the sidewalk
Dozens of lonely trees:
military parade line:
holding on by casting a shadow
Cars parking next to it
a Vender alone
greets me that she doesn't know
"March is marching."

We Sit In Our Little Houses

We sit in our little houses.
Consumed in our little lives.
Proud of our advances.
Scared of our lies. 

We ponder on the living of our very lives.
We wonder what’s the meaning of the stars in the skies.

We sit in our little house and see the clouds passing by.
We wonder what of the logic of the truth and the lie.
We forcibly place our fears to the back of our minds.

To survive the new day waiting in the cycle of our lives.
We get up and see a new face reflected in front of our eyes.
We wonder why.
All the years tracked in the face we now try to disguise.

The salad days of our youth, they’ve withered and they’ve died.
Look deep into the eyes.
Sit in your house and convince yourself of your lies.
But hey, we have to survive!

We sit in our little houses.
In the winter of our lives.
Consumed by the guilt of broken promises and lies.
To confess all the years now disappeared under time’s darkening skies.
All the tears we’ve caused to the loves of our lives.
Stored in the back of our minds, knocking on the door to re-enter our lives.

We sit in our little houses…
We sit in our little houses…
consumed in our little lives.

War - Bitcoin Poem 047

The United States sustains their forever
   Wars because it’s easy to borrow capital 
      It’s easy to borrow as the Federal Reserve 
         Literally prints money in Quantitative Easing
            And keeps the interest rate forcibly very low
               This allows billions to flow to forever wars 
                  Therefore
               If we let the market determine interest rates
            And if we move to a hard money standard
         Such as Bitcoin, with an immutable supply
      Then unpopular or unproductive wars are
   Much harder for governments to sustain
Leading to more safety and more peace

Revolution

Struggling for a new system
Struggling for legal rights 
Struggling for wining 
An instance of revolving rules

To overthrow forcibly 
the govt. or social old order,
A fundamental sudden change 
in political power relatively 

To work for true fundamental rights,
To work for good life through fights
Without blood shedding, destructing
Without defeating, hurting, killing

It’s conflict, battle, rebellion
It’s not treachery motion
It’s empathy, equality, victory
It’s ubiquitous unity 
It’s revolution against any oppression 
It’s humanitarian lotion


©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
19/12/2022

Imperfection of Man

No man is perfect
And so it's wrong 
To blame the creator for any imperfection
Maybe I would like to say
The universe isn't perfect too
And God doesn't make the universe
The earth isn't perfectly round too
And God doesn't make the earth
The moon has rocky faces and no life too
And God doesn't make the moon
If ever all men are perfect
Many will forcibly govern the universe
Then there will never be any compromise
Between man and man
Man and the universe
Man and God
Moreover if all men are perfect
Life will be meaningless 
Without aims, challenges, expectations
And dreams

Boundaries

I construct them
And lay them everywhere
As man builds a fence
To prevent intruders
To guard his property
So I also do with my heart.

It's a necessary evil
All in the name of protection
We must be ready
We must be prepared
Like a watchman at dawn
To diligently protect
That which we value most

Some do not respect our boundaries
Do they not see them
Do they have need to enter so desperately
That they ignore the warning
Private property! Trespassers will be prosecuted.

Is there any leniency
Any exceptions to who can enter in
Is anyone granted access
Or must they forcibly try to enter
There is more than one way to be raped.

So we struggle
In the blindspot
To push back those who seek to enter
Unbeknownst to us
I lay boundaries
I am not sure as to whether
It's to keep you out or let you in.

The Tortured Mind

The tortured mind 'tis that causes pain
Knowingly, to others with abandonment
Sticking out its venomous tongue again,
Dissing others, but to its own detriment.

It cannot seem to grasp the simple truth
The tortured mind 'tis that relishes pain,
Twists words into what’s foul and uncouth
Eschews responsibility, like clearly insane.

Becoming harder and harder to explain
Ranting and raving with vilest intent
The tortured mind 'tis that releases pain,
Until forcibly silenced it will not relent.

Seeks new faces, new victims to assault
But continues to sing an old, old refrain
Dares never to admit its own arrant fault
The tortured mind 'tis that pleasures pain.

Written August 30, 2022
[with slight change in the
repeated line throughout]

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