Short Asphyxiation Poems
Short Asphyxiation Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Asphyxiation by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Asphyxiation by length and keyword.
poorly
worded
suicide
sexual
asphyxiation
better then master
because she is
mistress bation
my libation in her cup
Form:
Emphysema…
So very deadly
Battle to breathe, loss of breath
Ultimate death by…
Asphyxiation
Russell Sivey
Walk into my third dimension
The verbal stream of consciousness
My inner sanctum
Fixate on the journey ahead
Luring your normal thinking habits into asphyxiation
Seep into my abyss of endless knowledge
While your mind and soul wade through my psyche
Oh its an entity you'll yearn for
Stranglehold;
The tough grip around that
Restrict movement and results
Asphyxiation!
Narrowing the group
Great possibility to
Limit and tighten activities and
Execution!
Hold on attention,
Overpower,
Lofty perch and
Dominance prevailed!
23/08/19
Topic: Stranglehold
Name of sponsor: Edward Ibeh
3:10 am
The benadryl has long since worn off
No sleep, again...
Weird stuff happens to me in the early morning
I see things
Things I shouldn't
Like your face
3:14 am
I need nicotine
3:20 am
Cigarettes don't help..
Because no matter how much smoke I blow in your face
You find just enough breath
To choke me
3 years in 3 days,
the horror of replays.
Like a bug caught in a jar,
awaiting the inevitable.
No holes,
asphyxiation in darkness.
Battling in dark fantasies,
the journey of fire.
The burning eternal,
calloused soul.
Scorched at the core,
how much must I endure
before I see the light..
If ignorance is bliss
Should I shut my eyes?
Form:
There are no words
Only emotions
Raw and unrelenting
A petulant obsession
Blanching sight
My hands
Tools of asphyxiation
Choking prudence
Squeezing pulsating pens
Bound to a mute mistress
Who can read my mind
Like a blank piece of paper
Do I bed my muse
Or lie to my mother
Who held my trembling hand
When fear stole her slumber
And unspoken words
Her son
Life's got me in a chokehold,
but it's not the same asphyxiation that I crave.
I loathe when pouring my heart out
is seen as "very brave"
When it's not bravery that compells me,
But hope. Hope for a better future for those who relate
And some kind of catharsis for my pain.
It does not take bravery to tell a story,
but bravery to be the one who lives through it.
.
motes
sunbeams
spectral view
exhalation
could blow you away
I choose to breathe you in
travel via my airways
you become intoxicating
I know that you take my breath away
a constricted throat opens my mind
lay dying in imagined arms
astral asphyxiation
paved road to redemption
flickers in and out
radiant light
bathed in silk
imbibed
end
.
Choice is a void,
fear of the unknown is a delicacy we can't afford,
regret, a high profile plug,
Loved ones, our own asphyxiation, slow grueling, and cold. Cruel.
Still they are our duty(to break, then bury and afterwards even about whom brag.)
If you don't believe me just wait and watch and in all honesty my only hope is that someday i will be wrong.
Someday I will be wrong.
Sylvia Plath you don't know how much love my pants hath...
For you-- you stupid Jew--
I'll show you the rack and the screw--
With my rod you will know whose God--
For with every shove
You will feel my Love
You can't fathom your problem
(Sylvia Plath killed herself through asphyxiation by sticking her head in a gas stove and turning it on. In so doing, she left two kids-- in some circles that is cowardly.)