Short Breakout Poems
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I have a yearning
To break out of confinement
The tortured inside
The painful layers of fiery hate
Breakout of prison, be freed
Russell Sivey
Anxiousness cause a breakout in hiccups,
When sentences sound like dainty teacups,
I cough them out, like troopers,
Catch audience jaws, droopers,
Hard look made all of them, only shut up.
The ancient cracking bookcase stuttered
Books trembled upon the shelves,
Then scattering across the rug bound floor
Where they took up new residence.
Those left in the bookshelf
started to rock back and forth
hoping to join the colonials on the floor.
Jonquils, whispering in icy shadows,
Argue with January’s chill
Needling her about her coldness.
Upstart prisoners plotting a breakout
Always alert to a break in her façade
Resist complacency’s weakness
Yearn to mimic the sun’s majesty.
©1/5/2018
for January Poetry Contest
Michelle Faulkner - sponsor
Behold the light
Bespoke the truth
Then there's nothing in the world
That won't gonna be right.
Its time to breakout, time to be free,
To challenge the world as we see.
Then neither fire nor ice
Will be the biggest concern
Of your life.
Walking on the path, set right,
Fearless, the one you will be tonight.
Tom Cruise line, worst all-time:
“I love you, you complete me.”
Small and white,
Not quite right,
Scientology junkie
Oscar award
Cuba Gooding scored
Best supporting Actor
Tom Cruise line, worst all-time
Breakout Renee Zellweger
—————
to the tune of “Edelweis”
from the musical “Sound of Music”
written on 03/12/2022
If by accident, they occasionally
come near to any kind of truth
they tend to breakout in hives,
or shake uncontrollably.
We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful,
it’s asking too much.
Would we demand a dog
cook its own dinner,
or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel
while lifting a wallet?
Mostly and quite contrarily,
we condemn the author
for having lied
a whole lot better
than we ever could have.
Beneath the folds within the brains
Of some of us exist remains
Of early traumas, tucked away
And if we’re lucky, there they’ll stay.
Yet if we aren’t, they’ll sneak through
And possibly provide a clue
To why some triggers make us snap
As if we’ve stumbled on a trap.
That knowledge, though, won’t be enough
To call that bottled genie’s bluff
For once he’s gone, it’s time to deal
With what his breakout does reveal.
How many give themselves for love.
Only to find themselves controlled and suffocated
Told what to wear and how to think
Treated invisibly
This is no kind of love at all
Love is something to be shared with all
If you feel as if you're being oppressed
Then breakaway
Then breakout
Then take care of your own needs
Then take care of your own love
Spread your wings and soar on clouds
Of freedom and start to breath again.
Owl eyes break as dimming light worms about,
Hollow clap surrenders a sparked ribboning,
Escapees breakout from their misty cells,
Wakes of earthen prints puddling,
Harbored ills bade sanctuary,
A glassy millpond beholds the begotten,
Abrupt warming tempts the absence,
Stirred tea sweetly idling,
An archer colorfully tools the realm,
Directives wondering,
Vibrant life answering,
A stranger to loneliness,
...I felt like being alive.
In the land of the Devil’s Vineyard
The cry becomes a silence
Through the tears of revelation
The need for Holy in desperation
In the wilderness of conviction
The fall down on the knees
Eyes of Heaven’s skies
Imprisoned in the Devil’s lair
Shackled in chains
The need for a breakout
The cry holy echoes
Chains break
The heart shouts holy
Cries on praising joy
The release from the Devil’s Donegan
Holy, Holy, Holy
Victory through the cry out.
Arbitrary baseline of creativity.
Believe in the beats that are felt,
ask a lyric to see where it goes.
Nearby is that heart on a sleeve,
describe what is dying inside;
say it with all the courage you can.
Bang it out let it heal your pain
allow for a release to come.
Captivate yourself,
keep calm if tears start to fall.
Best what you’ve created before,
okay it’s hard but always worth it.
Never bend find the breakout,
eat the hungry audience up.