Short Dungeon Poems
Short Dungeon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dungeon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dungeon by length and keyword.
Darkness surrounds me
I reside in a black cloud
That brings me closer
To death descending into
a dungeon I can't escape
There He lay as cold as ice,
a darkened tomb His prison cell,
until the dungeon filled with life
& saved us from eternal hell.
Art in loneliness
Shiny water of sea-green
Your smile shines bright in the rain
A wandering soul
Write treasures in your dungeon
The edges of doubt are sharp
My friends are locked up in their dungeon cells
toiling on tasks the teacher compels.
I'd rather use my time to run and play.
A Pokemon did my homework today.
Come, my darling,
Make me a prisoner of your blistering love
So
In the dungeon of your arms, my freedom
To find!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 SEPTEMBER 2014
My mind,
Slippery slope,
Once in, hard to get out,
It is an enigma, beware...
this maze!
~5 lines form contest by Brian Strand
~traditional cinquain 2/4/6/8/2
Doomsday’s dismal dawn, in the deep distance,
Is our dusk, the diadem of decadence;
Daunting and depthless, a dark and doleful dirge
Deems this dungeon of demons due for death
The world latest vampire;
tackle him in all fronts,
treat him as a leper,
tag him a murderer,
take him to hell's dungeon,
till the world's peace returns
to me, to you, to all.
One's unending greed to built palaces on earth at any cost
Succeeds in building dungeon in hell's domain for his soul!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2021
Lady Guinevere and Sir Lancelot
Trapped in a dungeon, his help she sought --
Guinevere screamed, she yelled
But Lancelot, help withheld --
Damsels rescued, how quaint ~ This knight sold pot
Dragon-fly!
Dragon-fly;
Why are you chained
To the dungeon walls
And why you wail
In monstrous bays.
There is no one in fray
See my charm
My mind the computer CRAY
Generated to shelf you away.
Dear old St. Gregory spent fifteen years
trapped at the bottom of a dungeon
around 301 AD, bringing Christianity to Armenia.
What madness then drove him to save the king and his men?
What boundless love!
UN-NATURAL SELECTION
PERHAPS IT ‘S JUST A BIG BANG DESECRATION
UNRAVELLING OF NATURAL SELECTION
BUT WE MUST CAST A VOTE
THE DUNGEON OR THE MOAT
IN HOPES THE WHOLE DAMN THING’S AN ABERRATION
11/4/2016
My mind is a slippery slope
Once in, it’s hard to get out,
Set in layers of intricate meshes
You’ll get entangled in my evil ways…
Beware, stay away!
~Contest: Premier Choice#1190
~Sponsor: Brian strand
Out in the open
That’s where real things happen
Not in a digital dungeon
But where birds sing
Then inevitable evening
Canister and carronades
The flag is lowered
The candle fades
A wisp, an ember
If not August
Pray September
I sit in the sun
vitamin D massages my bones
I feel healthy
loving the warmth outside my cave
trading dungeon-qualities for lightness
away from technology of TV or computers
my cell phone inside, on silent
choosing nature over stress
Two
Blue
Velvets
In the sun
That shine so brightly
Under the shade of ocean blue
That caught my charmed heart into the depth of her dungeon
Like a child longing for mother's tender touch, that does not care about what lays in store
You tried to murder her inner child,
but she was simply to wild
for your cage to capture her essence.
She is an incandescent spirit,
your vile soul can only fear it~
return to your dungeon of doom,
and to the curse of your darkened tomb!
ASCNYC fortifies me
It regulates words glowing from my head
It translates itself as great help
Helping one and all
To climb from dungeon of fear, to
Mount floors with open doors
Like arms giving warmth
ASCNYC rents center stage for you and me.
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Form:
In one piece hopes collecting tears
In lost of dreams as all face inner limits
All become a piece tides in nonsense war
As all in one piece gathered broken pieces
In tears lost of love our precious lives
Made us one piece against dungeon of darkness
Trapped in a dungeon
With chains drunken
Tipping a glass of wine
Thought’s intriguing
then wondering
If time will ever pass by
Hanging over a cliff
Balancing my time
With handcuffs on
And bars now closed
Drunken am I
Trapped in this dungeon
from drinking wine
I sit alone in the dark,
In the dungeon cold and damp,
I hear the drips and the rats,
And I wish I owned a lamp.
My punishment was unjust,
And my thoughts are dark as night,
I’m starving, chained and afraid.
In my dreams, I dance in light.
For Debs’ Dark Dungeon contest
Gruesome of appearance, the dungeon a fearful place
Rusty chains hanging down, iron maiden by the wall
It was a harsh stern place that spoke volumes of pain
Made worse by gloomy creepy shadows casting monsters
written 08/24/2013
contest: Four Letter Words - An Acrostic Challenge
How dare you!
The masses were enthralled.
Christopher Columbus was going to get himself imprisoned.
It is treason!
It is blasphemy!
It is not what we believe!
Even if it is the truth? Christopher asked the queen.
Especially then, she said, as they dragged him to the dungeon.
I was tempted by angels of Addiction
and the devil of Alien affection. My
dying wish, a dirty martini enema
to scour my sanguine soul and write
poetry to suit my heralding headings.
Leave your dreary dungeon self behind
No pain for time served.
No time for pain served.
Love is all around