Immobilized Poems | Examples

Not Good Enough

Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain
like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze.

I try unifying them into something,
a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams
showcasing profound thoughts
that I feel are worthy of sharing
with strangers and sycophants,
maniacs and mentally sound,
downtrodden and dignitaries,
paupers and princesses
in hopes of making a lasting impression
that will forever change their lives.

But before unveiling my work to the world,
I scrutinize the stitching,
then question the pattern.

Thinking that it’s not good enough,
that it requires additional refinement,
I tear apart the completed piece.

Quickly I discover that it can’t be resewn,
reassembled
or recreated.

What was once coherent,
vibrant,
profound,
now lies in ruin.

These scraps of doubt then entomb me.

Unable to manipulate the fabric,
I remain immobilized
by a misguided attempt
to cover my perceived imperfections
and bury my profound neurosis
so my frail ego
will be shielded from nonexistent ridicule.

I am Sloth Like

I have neither the time, wherewithal or energy to find myself again
Lost in the bowels of my hovel, I am too exhausted to begin the hunt
Piles of clothing, empty boxes, bags of junk, have immobilized me
If I was younger, if I had more energy, if I had more time.

Excuses keep me immobile, immovable, in a sloth-like state
How did this place get to be such a hoarder’s nightmare?
My breathing is difficult in coming, I feel sick most of the time
The real me died a long time ago, under this disgusting meat suit

I am too sick, my arthritis is kicking in, I can feel my asthma
More excuses, I stop writing, I stop painting, I sit in a recliner
Clicking a TV remote over and over and over
Binge watching TV shows that put me to sleep

After my nap, I might begin, I think, but I do not
I am lost, in the bowels of inertia and lethargic apathy.
The new me is no go-getter, more of a me-loser.
If I do not want to lose myself completely, I had better change.

A Place to Run? Or A Place to Hide?

Screams of heart,
Pricks of needle.
Shivers of the Cadaver,
Breaking of thunder!
How can't I wonder?
Lying crushed on the land of tormentors.

Little did they realize,
How hard they made me cry.
The moment I asked,
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?

A pair of sight,
Staring deep, dark into my eyes.
An unspoken question reclined:
"Why are you still alive?
Why didn't you die?"

Lightning struck up high,
Leaving my undescribed condition behind.
Quivering digits seized the pen tight.
Praying and begging, I asked:
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?

A question came to my mind,
How shall I write when-

Feet remained immobilized,
Lips left paralyzed,
Tears dropping, symbolized,
The horrified ache of angina
Whispered a final byeee!

May now you tranquil,
May now you alleviate,
Since I reached that place
Where none can penetrate.

It's known as Paradise,
Completely different from my mind's eyes.
Is it the place to run?
Or a place to hide?

She Imprisoned Herself

She thoroughly imprisoned herself at the age of twenty-one.
Putting herself into a dire situation.
Assuring herself there was no way out.
Telling her mind not to bother to escape her predicament.

Her mind readily jumped onto her new hopeless mindset.
Assuring the rest of her body it could shut down.
They were in prison today and would never escape.
Others tried to convince her otherwise, but it did not work.

She was determined to be imprisoned and immobilized.
No one ever knew why.

Walking Amid the Ruins

Watch your step don't trip over
Your fallen expectations

Walking this course with one foot out 
the door 

the other firmly planted entrenched in
fact in a masochistic inability to cry uncle

Drawn and quartered  by this
Particular style of romantic comedy of errors

Let us pretend you mean what
You say           or just

Put it all off for another day

Playing nice so late in the game
Only serves to confuse

I am immobilized not by your charade instead
By this belching,bellowing all consuming fear 

How could any place anywhere come
Close to this exquisite unintentional  misery

Unintentional as to my role,yours
 a well orchestrated horror show in which

You stand in the wings clapping wildly
Calling out to my now deaf ear Encore!  Encore !

Beyond Reach

Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, immobilized and still  
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil 
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew  
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice  
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,  
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and Liliums appeared; 
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift 
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite; 
Fawning love plush against the evening breeze 
even stars of night choose their light protease 
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom,
like a Grandiflorus cactus, falling backwards into time... 

Example for my contest 
December 20, 2022

Cold Nonscape

buried in an
empty apartment
cluttered with 
dusty memories
whispering loss/regret

fearing & secretly 
wishing for
apocalyptic 
obliteration:
absolute
simplification

immobilized
by a frigid
gray/wet 
scowling
landscape

going nowhere
groping for hope
hoping for 
   a gentle
     slope

as I 
spiral
ever faster
into
an indifferent

     black 
     
      hole

Frozen Time

Time 
freezes
& moments
become
static

Monotony 
paralyzes
& life
becomes
immobilized

Repetition 
numbs
& one
becomes
robotic

Variation 
vanishes
& existence
becomes
circular

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Variation 
vanishes
& existence
becomes
circular

Repetition 
numbs
& one
becomes
robotic

Monotony 
paralyzes
& life
becomes
immobilized

Time 
freezes
& moments
become
static

Sweet America

UNBEARABLE TO WITHSTAND...
PAIN CAUSED BY A CLOSE HAND...
NO FREEDOM IN THIS FREEDOM LAND...
RESULT IS DEATH IF ONE TAKES A STAND...
LONELY AND FULL OF EMOTIONS...
CONSCIOUS BUT DROWNING IN THE OPEN OCEAN...
BEWARE BECAUSE TRUTH IS DEADLY...
OBEST FROM THE LIES THEY FED ME...
I AM HURT BUT SO IS THE PAIN...
CONGRATULATIONS WHICH THEY SAY IN VAIN...
I DISCOVERED THE SOUL OF THE ROOT...
I DID IT FROM BENEATH THE SOLE OF THE BOOT...
MY PATH CAN NOT BE IMMOBILIZED...
FOR THERE IS THE PRESENCE OF THE HOLIES EYES...
I STILL CONQUER EVEN THOUGH THEY OPPRESS ME...
JUST NEVER THOUGHT MY BROTHERS WOULD NEGLECT ME...
OH FREEDOM I SING SO DESPERATELY...
SWEET AMERICA PLEASE HAVE RESPECT FOR ME...

Grandfather Ghost

I just inherited an old creaky and rustic mansion.
It looks as if it’s “from the house of the dead”.
As I step in the house I felt creepy and freaky! 
I see my hair rise on my arm feeling immobilized.
All of a sudden it brings a cold chill over my body.  
I move through the bedrooms, until I heard an echo shrill.
I start to notice I felt ill; there something feeling as if it’s taken over my body. 
A dark deep clouded mist start to over whelming me and take form.
It’s beginning to transform to mirror image of my grandfather.
I need to confirm on what happening! Or can it be real.
My heart bloods pounding, so fast I can hardly breathe.
Why! Is this happening to me spouting to myself?
Ghost is prowling because it has unfinished business?
I realized it's me? He never got to say goodbye to me.
Thinking how can I apologize!  I know your here to tell me goodbye. 
All of sudden he starts to materialize, and see an arm wave back goodbye.
In a surprise I felt a relief come over me and seeing him with my own eyes.
I knew that he is in a much better place to lie in peace for eternity.

Last

Last words spoken
Last will broken
Last love token
Last words spoken

Last soul shredded
Last imprint embedded
Last trauma threaded
Last soul shredded

Last fear realized
Last life immobilized
Last dream immortalized
Last fear realized

Last answers revealed
Last kiss sealed
Last fate unveiled
Last answers revealed

Last words mattered
Last dreams shattered
Last reserves scattered
Last words mattered

Last tears cried
Last years tried
Last empty pride
Last tears cried

Last battle fought
Last solace sought
Last fading thought
Last battle fought

Last love made
Last attempt played
Last memory fade
Last love made

Last words said
Last love fled
Last heart bled
Last words said

Death Needs His Own Adjectives

Death needs his own adjectives. 
Your heart slams shut.
Feelings you have never felt are here.
Shaking you out of your boredom,
Increasing anxiety one horrible thought at a time.
Worst time ever you think.

Each death brings its own pain, slamming people shut.
He smashes you with unknown horror. 
Feelings you have never had before
And will never have again clutch you by the never-befores.

Each death brings you unfamiliar levels of sadness.
You are instantly immobilized, frozen, paralyzed.
Nothing brings you pleasure.
It is as if your essence has stopped.
You are a completely different person than you were. 

Then the neighbors come.
And you hate them because their lives have gone on. 
And the relatives come, and everything they say is wrong.
Everyone makes over you, embraces you, kisses you, hugs you.
You have not had this many caresses since you were four.
You are loved and did not know it.
It is the rainbow after the storm,
But you do not appreciate it for a long time
Because life as you know it is over.

Advice For Daughters

Please shoot up this relaxant, Wilbur politely said.
It immobilized her until she was quickly dead.
He should have reported it, but covered it up instead.

A little less honest, is the date rape bandit Ned.
He sneaks the drug into her drink, and takes her to bed.
I wish they would both get convicted, but they get away instead.

Tell your daughters if they want to be hydrated or fed,
Eat at home, and watch their drink because of this dread.
There are a few horrible bad guys out there like Wilbur and Ned.

Covid 19 Drama

The Covid19 is raging; but some of her friends do not care.
Two of them do not believe it exists. 
One went east, the other went west, both on airplanes.
They are both living life the way they always have.
Two other friends say they are sheltering in place
Wearing masks, but she knows they are lying. 

She is amazed; cannot believe how brazen they are.
Fearing the virus with every ounce of herself.
Sitting immobilized, waiting for death.
Truthfully, today might as well be the end.
She’s not seeing any of her friends or family anyway.

Hollow Heart

this hollow heart is still beating,
after you ripped out the Love and set it on fire
i'm not sure where to begin
put out the flames or let the embers turn ash

this world keeps moving
as I stay immobilized
there is no safe place anymore
no home where I belong

i feel my blood turn to ice
coursing through this frozen shell
becoming something else
cold, empty, alone

you took the love i gave you,
turned it ugly and mean
you laughed at my tears
and blamed it on me

no one deserves this life,
not even you
but this is what you've left me with
no answers, no reasons, no excuses

just nothing

so you win and i lose
but i wasn't really playing at this game
to win

and I haven't lost what was never mine

I do at least get to witness
your self-destruction 
from afar

November 20, 2018

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