Short Deprivation Poems
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My mind is calm,
flooded with endless moments;
Tasting your float tank
sensory deprivation,
I'm left completely weightless.
Deprivation of the situation,
Starvation proves exploitation
Fascination makes determination
He’s calling but no explanation
Deprivation is a seed
An aura so haunting yet
sinfully attractive,
pulling, and magnetic
to ignore like a laugh
so simple yet contagious
to whole.
Tied up
Blinded
Gagged
Deprivation of my senses
By my Master
No control
Loss of my identity
Trapped in this tunnel
You created for me
To keep me chained to you
Moans, sleep deprivation,
Groans across our great nation.
Blame all dumb inventors,
Droughts, floods, some mentors!
We'll vanish on timely wings,
Faults saving daylight brings!
Clip a bird's wings at birth
so she may never feel
the deprivation of stolen freedom,
never a sitting bystander to the open
air, her song never leaving the nest
from her body, trapped
Eternal
Withered zest of life, and ashes of bleak hope,
will have been seeping through the slits of this green heart,
For one that was not imbued with love,
is meant to forevermore remain dry and torn apart.
The hungry creative seeks a morsel but fails to get
The helplessness and lack of support makes it fret
The one that yearns to succeed seldom gets the floor to tread
The right time, the right care is always to be bred
Fatigue rests in the foggy recesses
Mindful of the deprivation
Of the door about to close
Before the eyes wide shut
That lingers below the lids of madness
Waiting to shout at sleep that
Yells at processes of thought soaked havoc
If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons
keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s
(teething, peeing and screaming,
yet so INNOCENT-seeming),
we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns.
SUPERSTRUCTURES
Skyscrapers in every nation,
Signs of mankind's aspiration,
Millions of plebs face starvation.
No dwellings for them, deprivation,
No, skyscrapers they keep building,
How many lilies are they gilding?
What else could they be doing?
The lighting, it was over-bright
Sleep, now a luxury deprived
For here there is no day or night
The lighting, it was over-bright.
Lethargy saps the will to fight
How long can he retain his mind?
The lighting it was over-bright
Sleep now a luxury deprived.
Society has been infested and inflicted
With wrong doings, crimes, immorality, horror, terror
Causing deprivation, sadness, unrest;
Let’s share our joyous, happy moments
With the sad, the deprived and the distressed ones
To make their lives easy with comforts.
Life is not a banquet or a treat my mortal friends,
Neither is it a playground for ourselves to enjoy
It is instead a place of strife and deprivation
Where to last we need, God-given talents to employ!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 November 2022
soothe is an abyss I cannot seem to climb down into.
when I realize I am comfortable I feel uncomfortable .
calamity
is all my body knows.
this little blue “calming” pill
does little but make one somnolent.
sleep deprivation is torture?
then I am my own castigator
Attention deficit keeps
my dear man from normal sleep.
He does not know dream stage zees
yet achieves much more than most.
His energy is endless
despite sleep deprivation.
My love lives life wide asleep.
Satan GHOSTLY haunt dirty men
He looks like a GOSSAMER adviser
He is not found in GRAVE so man may rest in peace
Satan for sure loves GODFORSAKEN places
Satan followers shall have GRIEF-STRICKEN end because of loss and deprivation
GROANING is main result of opening gate for Satan to comes in and obsess
High fives.
Jive talkin'.
I get off at five.
Five is dark these days,
thriving is scarcer and
scarcer.
Deprivation has lots of syllables.
So many that it distracts from contemptible
WAIT! That sounds judgmental.
I don't want to sound that way.
So I will make my way.
Hope somebody's god grants me
patience!
The sun shines on your
Dark eyes
Pale face
Blank mind
Veiled emotion
This is the aftermath of deprivation
The moon sparks up your
Overrun mind
Burdened by today's thoughts
Reminded of yesterday's emotions
Revisited by last year's memories
Tempted by next year's ambitions
This is you...deprived
Abyss of
emotions amiss
nebulous
floating numb
sensory deprivation
tank of a blank mind
Is this real?
I feel so surreal
foreign and
strange, too much
change- unfamiliar feelings
that send me reeling
Unfeeling
blindly reaching out
wandering
wondering
how to make it through without
knowing how I feel...
Cautions & portions
Obstruction & destruction
Rules & fools
Obligation & deprivation
Nervous & resurface
Alterations & expectations
Voiceless & choiceless
Isolation & seperation
Radical & fanatical
Uncertainty & disharmony
Solitude & disquietude
Kim felt a discrimination of in an office of the nation.
"I know your life."said Mr. Blake
Kim said "I dislike this" , and had a fit.
He got mad and grabs Kim's ass.
Kim beat him down with my purse.
He walked away with a mouth cursed.
Two people discuss the situation.
Beneath where two people of a nation felt deprivation.
Aftermath
Living through the deprivation
of the silence and solitude
of former injuries afflicted,
we come to a new conception of scars in battle,
they serve a purpose, reminding us that
we may have suffered from the wounding,
but their presence denotes a well fought fight,
and a strengthening of spirit.
Round Two?
Scented prayers
rising up
to heaven
Smoke inhalation
deprivation of
earth's sensory
"Smorgasbord"
No one and I mean no one
Lords over anyone here !
in this Tibetan moment
of pure Devotion
Pure Bliss !!
Deprivation is a great teacher
Empty cupboards and growing weeds
Cause the soul to stir
To disdain idle chitchat and merriment
Lessons learned transform the spirit from sand to granite
Conversely, dissipation and luxury turn lives to shards
Always getting one's way leads to the house of destitution
Too much milk and no meat