Internment Poems | Examples

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Magnetic Game on PoetrySoup

can unvalued birthright animalize careless communications
indwelling deflective dejection again
mistaking recency with indelicate internment
she is psychoanalytic


(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)

Premium Member ALLITERATIVE CINQUAIN AUG 17

an axiomatic   actuary always axiomatically anyplace again
could credulously careless cubist complain crisply to cezanne 
I,in impious indelicate indwelling ionized internment
me,meaningfully merry, mistaking my myriad mono
telefax this turmoil & toil thereabouts through to their tryst

115 My 28th Leaf

115.

My 28th Leaf



Plucked thee on leg high

Some tombs are nearby

People are mourning

Sunshine is scorching

A kind of “grass fern”



By nature it's born

So soil to adorn

Planted by no one

Owned by everyone

I'm with some mourners



April Eleven

During internment

It was time of noon

Teacher buried soon

Picked this while standing



On cemetery

Dumarao county

Few metres away

Where Ma'am Zen's tomb lay

Side sarcophagus



Teacher's memorial

From her day's burial

Guidance Counselor

My precious mentor

Ma'am Macalipay.



-04/11/1012

(Dumarao)


Premium Member Count Strahd von Zarovich


The Count, a lasting manifestation of awful villainy
in the domain of Dungeons and Dragons,
where he is not just a lord vampire, but a grave essence 
of Barovia where the danger of dread gravitates,
reflecting him through the shroud of misty tragedy.

In moments of frenzy his tryst with darkness
configures his predator psyche into castle Ravenloft,
a momentous monument of unfulfilled thoughts,
shaped as unending flight of stairs winding inward 
into the frigid vault where his mind resides.

He is not a despot of cosmic empire, but a hunter of heart,
a sovereign of shadows ruling a land of lone internment.
He is a cue that the darkest dungeons are not built of stones,
but of desire, defended by the memory 
of a man created by his own darkness.

Premium Member 'Day of Infamy' - Lock 'em up

~~ December 7 is Pearl Harbor Day ~~
  

       Pearl Harbor Day is here 
          ‘Day of Infamy’
             in American History

       And yet, I bet
          Most today forget
             our Dec. 8 mindset:
       Outraged and out for blood

          To be Japanese in America
             was to be human mud

     We showed those Japs
          Locked ‘em away
      In internment camps 
          For three years and a day

      And now, 84 years later
          Are we any better today

Need versus Needn't

Cornwall Security employee has in daylight today exited work vehicle in thousand oaks to initiate false name using another's forcibly removing public utility access from the army corps of engineers in the United States of America. Per declaration

Removing free speech



Time now is 9:59a.m

Interested parties up to the AFL-CIO and all account holders in California have previously been named defendents

Order of city draw from account concludes upon registration entries of harbor house desk pantry fool reception.

As to whom is eating


Typically "fasting" days, rights and laws devolve internment districting rather astutely in history.

That one has as currency and is currently undergoing the burden of halting on side notes for another's labor in a daylights gaining momentum.

Conjectures reposing argument precludes


Premium Member Allow them hope'

Allow them respect, those who battle on.' In tents and cars
Australia you are being guided so wrong.' I presume there's
No voting facility 'for our disenfranchised?' I question the
Morality? Where is the councel of the wise? I advise intervention..We saw it before.' Camps of internment when
A health scare hit the doors.' Now such a reaction is needed in a more positive way.' Reach out..Show humanity'
Let them vote..Have their say.' Fix things at the bottom and
It'll come good..We know what our forebears beleived and
How they stood.' The spirit of Australia was forged in hard
Times..It will rise to the challenge.' All we need we will find.'
Turn to each other.' And allow some dignity..Release all fear
That Australia may become again 'the land of oppertunity'

Premium Member Christinas World by Andrew Wyeth - American Artist 1948

“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy

A bleak monotonous landscape,
Had been her outlook for years.
She so vehemently longed to escape.
The young woman fought back tears.
Christina’s world was internment.
Trapped in a body with muscles decaying.
Poor dear lacked discernment,
Her will to walk, her spirit not obeying.
Muscular Dystrophy restricted her being.
Crawling helplessly across the field,
The horizon beyond is all she will be seeing.
Determined to create an impenetrable shield.
To separate her from her crippling disorder.
Forcing herself daily, her bent limbs to be unfurled.
In spite of her debilitating marauder,
In pain Miss Christina Olson seeks to view the world.

Premium Member Spiritual Wisdom

Inner inspiration and discernment,
Agree within for conscience internment;
Within me, I hear constant divine call,
I understand all that is good for all...!

True wisdom exists with the fear of God,
From within each does the almighty laud;
Will I ever gain this divine insight,
With no true love though mighty be I might...?

Praying for wisdom, reading divine words,
Breathing by words, like within eggs, new birds;
Reflecting, pondering, meditating, 
For sacred demands and commands waiting...

One doesn't gain divine wisdom with ease, 
Struggle to survive in it never cease;
If one can, yet, succeed in doing so, 
Life and death will, within his control flow...!!!


12 January 2023 
A spiritual wisdom download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

Celebrating Life

We lose loved ones friends enemies.  The impact of the heart of that lost one is felt like a ripple in a pond.  Love and loss is part of the natural order.  It's internment, it's reuniting, it's grief and happiness.  The thought of living with an emptiness a hollow spot inside our hearts and mind.  It's the seed of hope as well as the seed of doubt. The hope that they are in a better state a better place without pain and suffering.  And the doubt that we will ever be the same now that their gone.  But time moves forward but there are wounds time can't heal. So we celebrate while we are here and when we go we celebrate life just the same.

Asian Abrasion

What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the COVID creators and kamikaze?
Does it cause rage and your blood boil?
Do you want me to just wrap food in foil?

Well if only you knew the burden we carry. 
The judgement makes our life very scary. 
Just because we know the martial arts. 
Xenophobes show they have no hearts. 

By damaging and boycotting our stores. 
Graffiti phrases of shame on our doors. 
Blaming us for events we did not partake. 
Suffocating us like a giant python snake. 

You did it to Arabs for the past 2 decades.  
Cutting into their hearts like razor blades. 
We remember our grandparents detained. 
In WWII internment camps they remained. 

The rate of racially motivated attacks. 
Piling up medical bills in huge stacks. 
Offenders don’t even verify the origin. 
Willing to strike a parent’s next of kin. 

Nationwide the frequency has tripled. 
Through communities fear has rippled. 
Let’s try to look past what you can see. 
To lower Asian Americans new anxiety.

Premium Member Ode To a Devil Dog

I shall not linger, tarry, where,
Beneath the oaks, out of the glare,
I had a dog to bury, ere
I lose control, emotions flare.
Among the roots, precise, with care,
There was so little room to spare:
A cairn of rock so none would dare
To dig, to make inquiry there.
Failed him, of this I'm great aware.
At times, a bit too much to bear.
It is a tragic, sad affair,
And so I dug internment lair.
The two of us, a bonded pair.
That wondrous coat of fine black hair!
But, damn! His actions: hard to square.
With growling, fearful, narrowed stare,
Attacked an infant, small and fair;
Gave all of us an awful scare.
I vowed demise, a solemn swear.
The righteous end, and yet, beware:
'Twas grief, not vengeance, in the air,
Commended with a tearful prayer.

----------


(In memory of Dizzy, the devil dog, a border collie I had for about 10 years,
but had to put down when he attacked my grandson. The experience is not
recent, but the emotion is still raw after all these years)

Premium Member Hospitality

What I have noticed here
and there
on campuses
in medical service centers
within hospitality sanctuaries
in sane asylums

Most of the language
in exterior marketing
and interior messaging cultures

Has gently moved from internment
and imprisonment
and confinement
and isolation
and punishment,

Whether voluntarily elected
selected
invited
or imposed
sentenced
medicinal
sterile
purgative,

Whether mental
or physical,
spiritual
or natural,

Has moved on to a more engaging
empowering
enlightening reconnection
of multiculturally intelligent hospitality

Inviting universal health care
for reconnecting all,
regardless of how irritating
and silent
and/or vocally strident.

Caring spaces
with not quite enough time yet
to grow a WholeEarth health-wealth spa
for co-invested nature Spirits
of nonviolent communion

But heading in that multi-regenerational election,
engaging our preferred healthy
interdependently wealthy 
direction.

Felty

The force is catter-balled inside of it's own redemption,

you are not meandering without, 
or even tempered to non-survive the site-

they told us in many more trials that we don't travel in far as much as we can keep being more than what was told is for...

So many wines and gatherings of the eclipse,

so many new tides you might wonder how they all fly when really it's nothing to attack.


"So fly like a G-6" 

"Never guide the high it's all alike and its..."

No ask why, 

no internment bite, 

just the waltz of the mountain goats and whites..

The flutter around after strong size,

weathered mime and together light.

Nakatomi Truth


Sayonara,
the melanin haters love saying to us
With a foot stomp  stomp,
and a wicked tone profane cuss:
“Good riddance to you,
ghetto cockroaches
400-years of your whiny fuss,
we done had enough”

In reply, 
we annoying colored critters say:
“Yippie, yippie ka-yay!”

Oppression choosers,
colonial terrorist losers,
we don’t give a Hans Gruber
how you feel
It’s a thirty generation story fall — 
We die hard,
but Nakatomi truth kills

Don’t try to mushroom sweep
our fungi pain under the spore rug
Hiroshima lies ...
Nagasaki cries ...
Internment hate you lip cancer love

We die hard,
but Nakatomi truth kills

Ain’t no Roy 
coming to our rescue,
on a white horse Trigger

No worries, tho’ ...
We die hard,
but Nakatomi truth kills

Looks like that splat 
on the ground
is only gonna get bigger

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