Short Dungeons Poems
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From volcano's peak
to dungeons of despair
Scream to a stop, gyroscope of emotions
for you are ... not there
ensouling form shaped from earth’s crust
the entity fuelled fires of lust
day by day deepened delusion
lost in dungeons of deeds unjust
Twenty and eight days in the dungeons
Munched in the guts of darkness
Nearly forgot what I was
Paralyzed by fear
Burning in fever
I longed for love
Buried deep
Inside
Me
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
inane mind games anchor us here
ego desires, mirrored by fear
fickle yet, is our attention
unstable orientation
we have driven ourselves to tears
16-July-2021
Sometimes,
we just have to hide,
lock ourselves away
from how we feel
and how the world sees us.
Maybe, there
in those dungeons,
we find the light;
the answers to our burning questions.
The Nothng
Dungeons of darkness flashing
Lights of nightly dreams
Hands waving up and gasping
The nothingness of screams
Tears build up in wonder
Anger takes a hold
When will this all be over
Then I can rest my soul.
black tears weep
while angels sleep
they're jealous of the light
blessed tears wept
while angels slept
he created the light
black hearts rage
an empty cage
see them hide from the light
bright hearts age
an open page
living inside the light
Shifty eyes, hidden agenda
Voice of conscience stifled
Endless desires, new addenda
Worthless objects rifled
Spiralling confusion
Dungeons of delusion
Until head-heart fusion
Our heart sighs
Shifty eyes
12-March-2022
Quietus
headed nowhere, floundering in the dark ~
yet in dungeons of despair, glows God’s spark
if we’d connect with the source, use no force ~
the code of love is written not in morse
simply bend down low, God will do the rest ~
breath by breath, we are by divine grace blessed
both toroidal heart and spacial forehead
align with supine spine standing erect
that all nodes of form with bliss beats thus wed
no longer in dungeons of fear shipwrecked
radiating joy as God does direct
that with fullness in emptiness the norm
we’re the epicentre of love’s bliss storm
On pathways that lead to the dungeons of Hades
Macabre black ravens feast on decaying corpses
Through cracks in the wall see the dancing flames
Hear blood curdling screams of the damned within.
Written 20th February 2020
For Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
"forget me not!"
I hear your cry
I try, I really try
but
where secrecy is helpful
even required
to log on, log in or
simply open up,
it hides in dungeons
always just
beyond my grasp
oh, www! please stay,
please stay!
I ask you:
remember me?
okay, then
let me pass
let me stay!
Indifference, plague of our times
We’ve befriended darkness
Stuporous heart deaf to love’s chimes
Our soul’s barren starkness
Enmeshed in ego snare
Dark dungeons of despair
When hearts with hearts don’t pair
Deadened conscience
Indifference
27-November-2021
Quietus
Were party to it?
Did you see the fire light?
The bank before we knew it
And the risk was enormous.
Brought up religiously
For mine is a humble life
Let me live courageously
Not one full of strife.
Avoid agents of evil
They are dare the devils
Who won’t mind wasting?
A worthy life in the dungeons.
There are dungeons and dragons
maidens in distress
Legends of realms
knights on skirted horses
and maidens all dressed in fancy dresses
fire trucks
spaceships
robotic vehicles
just to mention a few
Peter rabbit
Santa Claus
Smurfs
and ogres alike
just come to the library
to be thrown in the mix
My soul cries deep within me
Will ever it find some peace
What is it that it longs for
Why can I just not sleep
The claws of eagles grab me
And take me to the sky
Their talons rip into me
Don’t hear my body cry
Dungeons and the blackness
Hang to me as friends
My mind screams out a warning
Is this the way to end.
Jehovah's Witness' Door Pamphlets
Pious
Fly-ahs
Catholic Church During Halloween
Scary
Mary
Scrabble Night With Missionaries
Wordy
Clergy
Preacher Owning at Dungeons & Dragons
Master
Pastor
Our Holiness the Dalai Getting a Text From His Ex
Lama
Drama
Sea Anemone Makes Amends
Moral
Coral
before barristers
bone-busting brouhahas broached
barbaric bedlam
comely charwomen
cringed contemplating cruel
commonplace cudgelings
dank dungeons deterred
disorderly drunken dolts
dissuading dissent
(Alliteration)
07/25/2020
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Dinosaur 's dynasty
Did we imagine it?
Deep dungeons and jungle
Dangerous for us man,
Do fascinate our kids
Driving them to slumber;
Dream of Dinosaur friends!
29/08/16
Contest: Pleiades D (Kim Merryman) -Placed 6
42 syllable 6 per line, 7 lines. (check on howmanysyllable.com)
Mental illness has its own way of breaking our ribs,
When we’re down on our luck,
Locks us up, and make it feel like, in its dungeons of helplessness, we’re forever stuck,
When your heart is overwhelmed with sorrow,
From my comfort fountain, a droplet you can borrow,
I don’t have much to spare,
But maybe it can make you strong enough to bear.
One eye closes,
then th other,
and become a spy.
ThenI'm with my friends,
making rediculous poses.
In the saded mists of dreamland,
I fly around to oceans, trees, and sand;
from dungeons, dragons and witches, my imagination takes wing,
I become a queen,
I become a bird and sing.
Dreamland, dreamland...
Where shall we fly tonight?
Drained, estranged, fragrance of love ebbs
Immersed now in dark dungeons of despair
Vibrancy of dying ember, for freedom begs
Oh, why no longer does love with love pair
Recognition of who we are, holds the key
Cognising God in each form we clearly see
Enacting our life role, we forgive and just be
Pure hatred
Venomous looks
Poisonous voices
Arsenic hearts
Just remember
You don't want to be
My enemy
I'm dangerous
Looks can kill
Stab in the back
Gun hidden
Don't look away
You might miss me
I'm your enemy
So just be aware
I'm hunting you
Witchcraft
Dungeons
I'll find you
Count on it because
It's April Fool's Day! ;-)
Some folks call Holyrood Castle a palace
but it's a real gloomy dump,
there's a right royal rogues gallery
and dank haunted dungeons,
The gift shop is run by Scottish mountain trolls
and the cobbled stone courtyard was hard on my knees.
I did find a distant ancestor of mine,
described by the tour guide
as a 'notable treasonous bugger',
so day not wasted day.