Limbo Poems - Poems about Limbo

Written: May 12, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand ************************* layers of my identity are— deceptive caught in our ...

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Being in a state of mixed emotions is always a job for the educated and lonely Each time I heard her voice in writing or in voice, my attention was for her Sometimes a state of silence is needed and at other times the when the Virgo (I) become silent then it is a different feeling We feel...

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I stand on a precipice Eternal midnight shines above As reflected below Eden, steps back Close enough to see I am Tantalus Step back “Backward And going backwards” A flash and thunder I appear before me “If one had a genie, would he wish to love himself as others? I feel contempt from you, of course I do” I know I would Because I love...

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Sitting here in igneous space wrestling with naked thoughts finds me face to face with sad beauty: the navel of time is emblematic that the poetic seed must first fertilize the mind that its womb may birth forth yet another mused child of light to shatter the unique ghost darkness hidden within fibers of fading blank pages, fading blank pages, awaiting poetic revival:- ...

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In twilight's hollow, where shadows play, I find myself lost, in a heart's gray day. A soul once afire, with love's pure flame, Now flickers faintly, in loneliness's cold frame. In secret gardens, where memories reside, Our laughter echoes, a haunting, mournful tide. The ghosts of our whispers, the shadows of our past, Torment my waking, and forever will last. Like autumn's leaves,...

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Maybe I should put my mask back on, Squeeze back in my mold. I’m too loud, too colorful, too different; At least that's what I’m told. I tried so hard to blend into the crowd, Whispered when I wanted to scream out loud. But the mask is heavy, the mold too tight, And shrinking myself doesn't feel right. So maybe I’ll...

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Maybe I should put my mask back on, squeeze back in my mold. I’m too loud, too colorful, too different; at least that's what I’m told. I tried so hard to blend into the crowd, Whispered when I wanted to scream out loud. But the mask is heavy, the mold too tight, And shrinking myself doesn't feel quite right. So maybe...

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you can't turn me on and off like a lightswitch i don't work that way you're hot you're cold you're unpredictable it's wearying to live in limbo i'm the elastic that's been stretched till it can give no more my compass has lost its north i no longer know what i feel if anything at all i'm the candle without a wick i'm spent and empty hollow and...

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Step by step she lost every ounce of happiness in her, This is not a suicide note it's a monologue, Strangely every full moon the wolf got weaker, She prayed that she wouldn't live long. Couldn't put the knife to the wrist, So she wrapped the pen with the fingers, Bleed through the ink and watched the naivete wither, Ink to paper...

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restless I stay Stuck in Limbo is Heaven above and Hell below I can’t remember I am stuck to go either way I must take action I must unravel the colorful cluster of yarn you left behind but you left me in Limbo not knowing I was color blind having to reckon with your symphony...

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Laying in bed being aimless doesn't help I'm losing my mind in such a soothing way Magically resetting Bargaining on memory loss Overriding all for serenities pull...

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Limbo I’m in a dark space There are no edges And the sides flex if I push I am blind and deaf The taste of doubt In my mouth The scent of fear In my nostrils I roll and kick But I make no impact I want to be free But there’s no way out I’m agonising Worrying, uncertainty Claustrophobia haunts me Rules my mind. Everybody hates me I’m against...

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why … why do we careless creatures hold on so tightly? tears are not poisonous they will not etch our face with the afflictions they carry but they WILL assuage its acidity - why not let them roll? we … are ambiguity’s toys for love is a whipping post and an altar, divine … we allow its words to chain us, unseen to one or the other when,...

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Limbo Hunched over and holding a Zimmer frame Limbo Waiting for a call that is never - ever going to come Limbo The day draws nearer as the blinds on the window begin to shut sealed Limbo That's what they call it, hanging on every single word and action Limbo Bend over backwards. Don't bother in...

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fascinated by the things hovering in the punishing sky. both the wicked and winged, or the bare and featureless. pulled along in a conveyor belt parade, a silent march in the stratosphere. floating forward to the place called Limbo. jagged horns pop the clouds like balloons, withering skin grazes the twilight. the softest sky being cut into ribbons as if it was a present that was meant to...

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