Short Handcuff Poems
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Damage to the eye
As thick as the solar system
Tanned glorious
Naked fire
A movie; damage to the date
Travel in duplicate; dublicate
Mrs Promiscuous Love
There was a big party for smiling groom
Ceremonial before his wedding at noon
The men celebrate
The smallest handcuff made
Is the wedding ring he will wear will soon
Hold me tight
Stay by my side
Or one day I will
Fall in the fire
Handcuff me to you
Love me forever
Keep me by you
Or I will slip in the shadows
Keep me close
Never let me go
Stay in eyes sight
Or I will die in the light
Form:
Villain
Caged in
boxed-in
in love
with a
villain
Handcuff
to evil
nowhere
to run
away
Turned light
to dim
fond of
stealing
peace; joy
Closed hand
bruised face
regret
repeat
please stop
Thoughts of
slaying
villain
escape
bondage
My sweetest dreams have turned into worst nightmares
My whole body feels loathsome for her nasty affairs
I don’t know what is written on my palm
But I can guess now she will never come
I don’t know how to snatch away love
As if my hands are locked with handcuff
I don’t know how to kill my deep desire
It is burning in my heart like hell’s fire
Never needed LSD,
seeing things that could not be,
rejecting my own ESP,
I swim the Sea of Apathy,
traverse the Desert of Ennui,
emotions under lock and key,
internalize the wild banshee.
Toddler's rolled up dungarees,
bemuse the double-amputee,
heart bestrewn with life's debris,
none of us get off scotfree.
Handcuff life's evacuees,
so tender is Humanity.
©Danielle White
Clock that dangle in dates
Kept me in wait.
The key that hanged in door lock
Handcuff me in whimpering.
Rain which mirrors in earth face
Burden me in nostalgia.
The freshness wind that sweetly
Rubbed night's ankles,
Put me down in the flame.
Dawn, who fell naked from time
Handed me - as oblation to sleep.
And you who skillfully thief,
Embezzled my mouth's rose.
Left me as a poppy pale on your banks.
HURT HEART
Hurt heart hastened home
Hunting hope housed humbly
Hollow holiness has hurt heart
Has humans heart has holes?
Humiliated heavy heart harves hardship
Help harmonise harmless hearts.
Hurt heart hastened home
Hanging helplessly hand-made hope
Handcuff heartbreakers handbooks
Head home, hand hold halting heart
Has human's heart half hollow?
Hale heart hopes honestly
Have habit habitual heart?
Hurt hair-cut heart haggardly.
The eye is the window to the soul.
Proverbs 30:17
Your eyes tell me
you don't think our love is enough,
life is no longer carefree,
love has become a handcuff
that keeps you unfree
and stagnant.
Your eyes tell me
freedom has become a magnet,
forcing you to flee
all of love's entanglement.
You are blind to my heart's plea,
And so, just go!
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The source of love
The vulnerability of hate
The agreeable organ
The organ of fierce debate
The freedom to choose
The Handcuff of Fate
The Lost
The Found
The Forward
The Turned Around
The All
The Nothing
The First Class
The Second Rate
The generous mate
The selfish ingrate.
(The heart is strong
and the heart is weak
the heart is brazen
and the heart is meek --
needy enough, fond nature
enough, to take a baseless
chance on love in advance)
Handcuffs for Chief Craig who snuffs!
No longer seems one who bluffs,
Empty his third boxed up Snuff;
I could not help “An Enough!”
The act capturing as duff,
Performer to nostrils rough…
Pity had I for Craig’s nose
Brownish Powder hoped to close:
Bad Air spreads each time it blows,
East/West: wherever it goes…
Craig’s fights with snuff getting tough,
Off Craig should his thick skin slough;
Keep I shall for him voice gruff
But for a Chief not him cuff.
The essence of Rondeau is rhyme
as space is circumcised by time,
yet rhyme alone is nor enough
for line and meter can’t be rough
to craft your poem line by line.
The second stanza helps refine
the heart of your poem sublime
and make your lover gasp “hot stuff!”
The essence of Rondeau.
At last to sestet, do we climb
verse which does your poem define
so let not fear your pen handcuff
press on your scoffers to rebuff.
Now for your opus, bells will chime.
The essence of Rondeau.