Small things become
large in a life at times,
appointments made
that hang like a sentence
over one's head,
incarcerating you in fear
for a week or more.
A pain that won't go away
growing into a dozen
self diagnosed causes,
some serious, some benign
until you remember
straining to lift
a heavy pot
yesterday or the day before.
Then there are all
the “what ifs” that invade
the mind when you are trying
to get to sleep, a whole
catalogue of outcomes graded
from the unfortunate
to the absolute worst,
one of which is bound
to come true, ruining
your plans or causing you
to be carted off in a hearse.
And even when you find
a quiet corner somewhere
in your life where
a little sunshine comes
shining through, it's always
short-lived when you convince
yourself it just can't be true.
Categories:
incarcerating, anxiety, fear,
Form: Free verse
She cried her heart out in the shower this morning
Desperate, anguishing tears
Uncontrollable, convulsing sobs
Anxiety within was strangling her
Clenching and crippling
Incarcerating her into a frozen-like state
All the while
No one heard her cries
No one shared her suffering
No one knew how defeated she felt
How crumpled her courage was
How convoluted her coping skills had become
How much it was consuming her
Porcelain contours cradled her body as she wailed
Powerlessly...
Fearfully...
and...
Alone
July 25, 2021
Categories:
incarcerating, anxiety, courage, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse
Four walls, four corners
of a window frame,
provide a sense of home,
a base from which to travel
into worlds unknown,
past dark matter and black holes
incarcerating light.
I peer into a starry night
where galaxies fill countless points,
and suns escape my sight.
Categories:
incarcerating, universe,
Form: Free verse
Each night I overshadow my loneliness
With amorousness of your looks on me
And then in a moment
Changes the scenario behind my closed eyes
I then know what it is
Hunger of night waiting to hug the moon
And thirst of ebon skylines for their share of crimson horizons
Unrestrained vehemence of desires poured on my heart
Billions in faintest instance of time
Sailing to unfathomable perpetual seas of innate passions
My soul yearns to wield the warmth
That it has never known before
Beleaguered with the words that stumbled
From your cold sighs
Still I am so much in veneration of starlights
That you hide at end of smiles
A thought marvels me throughout time
In your reverence do stars fall from skies
With dripping symphonies
I have seen fireflies swirl in disquietude
When you walk through yellow woods
I am not just the one
Cupid on wings have aimed with arrows of fervidness
Incarcerating stories of your effervescence
That spiralling galaxies of your heart holds
15/02/2019
Categories:
incarcerating, beautiful, love, magic,
Form: Free verse
Darkness,
erases light
enticing the wicked.
While demons create horrific
nightmares.
Nightmares,
manifest fright
haunting my subconscious.
incarcerating, my soul in
darkness.
5/25/2017
Categories:
incarcerating, dark, dream, poetry,
Form: Cinquain
Through deep despair were grown my homesick tears,
Worn by an inmate boxed in cement pine,
That cried for walls remembered through the years,
Forgotten treasures thought by me as mine;
Where laughter smiled when clouds of summer stirred,
And always rain would form inviting pools;
And abject fate was fate true-love deferred,
By leaps that bound hot-water ‘round in spools;
But my prison-cell locks memories stark,
Incarcerating what now fades to grey;
Sentenced forevers lost in wilderness dark,
That haven’t learned what freedom means today;
A fire burned bright but now smolders smokeless,
Imprisons visions streamed – lonely and homeless.
10/23/16
Submitted for Seeker's Homeless Contest
Categories:
incarcerating, loneliness, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
Put me on your finger, like the faded ring
Eclipsed, amidst the sun, against your skin
Casting dark cages, incarcerating the moonlight
Of your burning desires, and the maddened grin
Of evil, exposing nefarious doubts veiled from sight;
Put me on your finger, for I am; the light
You've always desired, but failed to dance in..
Categories:
incarcerating, absence, anxiety, dark, dream,
Form: Prose Poetry
Strange gray island
Cloaked
In salty haze
Dead slate clouds
Falling
Over pitching blackness
A hint of song
Carried
Across haunted swells
I can barely
Make
Out the sweet lyrics
Glowing with warmth
Skin
Kissed by eternity
A lover promised
Finally
From a ghostly paradise
Insane beauty
Reaching
Out to me
Liquid desolation separates
Her
From me
Must cross
Now
Ahh! There she is!
Succulent treasure
Singing (wailing)
Beckoning (demanding)
Promising (bargaining)
Drawing (pulling)
Jagged rocks looming….
Coming closer…
…in focus now…
warming (chilling)
comforting (incarcerating)
giving (taking)
can’t turn back
kissing (damning)
loving (loving)
OhYesOhNoOhYesOhNo
Becoming one
Letting go now
Goodbye
Goodbye
Shrieking laughter
Echoes
Through the minds of the lost
Categories:
incarcerating, love,
Form: Narrative
In dankest corners danger lurks,
unseen to human eye
hide creatures from the realms of hell
where none can ever die.
For demons of the lowest plain
cannot a body wear
for they’re destined to feed the pit
with those lost to despair.
These demons lurking all around
seek food for torment’s fire,
there’s no escaping if they smell
a soul they can acquire.
They drain the essence of your life
if you approach their lair,
the only warning you may get
is prickling of your hair.
By then I fear it is too late
incarcerating souls
they drag them screaming through the gates
that lead to Satan’s holes.
So tread in fear when pathways feel
uneasy, not quite right,
for all is lost when being stalked
by shadows of the night.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
incarcerating, mystery, people, places, lost,
Form: Rhyme
Trite query from pen so weary
My muse has blown a fuse
The light that once shined has declined
My fleeting hope hangs from a rope
A vagabond whose muse did abscond
With illuminating spark leaving him in the dark
Out on a lark; my scuttled engine in park
Night and day I recon the lexicon
But the literary discourse is no recourse
To a stray itinerate who has lost his way
The sty in my eye has begun to cry
The pus is no fuss; my page is dry
A rhyme for a dime would be sublime
Perhaps, a bartered verse in my purse
Will break the curse, or still worse
Might stain with shame my languishing pain
Incarcerating my fraudulent pen in the critic's den
Oh, if words would rain then my brain drain
Would filter inspiration to my perspiration
The fertile strain if only but a grain
Would fertile sprouts shoot extinguishing my doubts
Categories:
incarcerating, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
These are the days
all have come to know
when there is no turning back
running isn't an option
The past and future seem to collide
truth will explode in a single action
fate and faith share a common thread
breathing becomes hard
Hands shake
visions of fill the mind
incarcerating your purpose
your goal
You know that you must stand
fail and you are forgotten
everything occurs within a blur
discerning friends from enemies
While staring into a mirror
you question all that you are
and what you have become
the reflection scares you
Seeing a transformation
of someone you never knew
yourself
Categories:
incarcerating, life
Form: I do not know?