Short Imprisoning Poems
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The tragedy of accident,
the wonderment of fate
imprisoning destiny
—on whose steps we wait
(Dreamsleep: September, 2021)
the more man possesses, the more he must protect
imprisoning himself within his own suffering,
unknowing that all things are impermanent.
For my loves kisses,
Are like a witches spell,
For her lips are,
Soaked with enchantment,
Dripping with rare sweetness,
Forever imprisoning my lips.
Being indulgent with oneself
But intolerant with others
One, inevitably,
Succeeds in imprisoning himself
Within the walls of ruinous hypocrisy!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 February 2019
Leaving them hopeless
Breaking their spirit
animals sometimes
humans other times
puts them in cages
torments their souls
soulless monsters
imprisoning
setting a trap
capturing
enslaving
kidnapping
tricking
snaring
hunt
Shedding a final tear
from the cellar of my pain
The walls close in the sorrow
imprisoning me again
Breathing a final sigh
into a memory you forget
My words trapped into silence
—alone with my regret
(The New Room: January, 2022)
She shared her love
He gave her his blessings
And she respected him for this
Released not Imprisoning
Escape not needed
Love he knew, she needed more
Open heart and mind he had,
Vicariously he felt her passion
Everything she shared with him.
fire
wild, torrid
crackling, consuming, liberating
passion, heat, chill, frost
freezing, seizing, imprisoning
solid, compact
ice
Submitted on September 18, 2018 for contest MID SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on May 1, 2018
…Emptiness tightens its shackles,
…
imprisoning me.
…
Jagged shrapnel,
piercing my heart,
…
my emotions trickle away,
yet hope refuses to flee.
…
I write, to feel again.
…
Something, anything.
…
I write,
to be free.
…
I write to feel again.
…
something, anything.
I write to be.
Form:
Surmounting imprisoning boundaries
my special child freely wheels himself …
ascending midst God’s boundless grace*
for faith-flight, wondrously liberating…
*2Timothy 2:1 Thou therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.
November 8, 2021
Seductively!
She invites,
Tantalizingly,
She beckons,
Intriguingly,
Her lips seduce,
Excitement,
Romancing the air,
Mesmerizing,
Kisses,
Breathing,
Fragrances,
Calling her suitors,
Into her beauty
Capturing their hearts,
Imprisoning their souls,
Hypnotising,
And fascinating,
All who gaze,
Upon her.
15/02/2016
after the firestorm
when the earth shakes her fury
the time of rainbows.....
her devastation
but a path
to what cannot pass away
the spirit that thrives
inside orange blossoms
that roar and howl
with flesh
stranger than fiction
stronger than chains
imprisoning
then linking us to earth,
a flash,
here then gone.
Form:
The worlds of utopia are like soap bubbles,
drifting in the air aimlessly and dreamily,
as they sometimes bond with each other,
becoming bigger.
Reality is one nasty needle that bursts
bubbles of utopia.....but sometimes
the bubbles swallow the needle,
imprisoning it in its own cause......
The wall
Appears stiff and cold
To the hands
The wall
Appears blank and blind
To the eyes
The wall
Appears deaf and dumb
To the ears
The wall
Appears protesting and imprisoning
To the minds
The wall
Appears strange, unattainable and grim
To the hearts
But the wall
Appears safe and reliable
To the places we fall asleep
I met this girl
Hollow through a shade of her world
Reluctant to move
A lily on hand await
For an old friend she said
The bizarre anxiety implied
Waiting within the uncertainty limits
Insecurity snatch the sparkle in her eyes
The allure of mystique
Sweeping through her mindset
Live in a simple detention
Her landscape imprisoning, but no mention
Basking under celestial rays
there we are…
mother and son
beyond hope-filled mirth
jubilantly surmount
imprisoning boundaries...
since special child
freely wheels himself
to optimize bonding delight
midst God’s boundless grace...
while I plunge into faith-flight
beholding his courage
wondrously liberating.
Making sense of it all…
our grandest myth
Wisdom born of age,
bleeding youth’s betrayal
Questions dry unvarnished,
cold naked in the night
Darker darks reface the cliff,
all edges sharper cut
Two images, clearer than before,
preying in deadly contrast
Wonder imprisoning the day
—fear stalking the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
AT DUSK
She cries at the window to be out
Runs to the fence which is no barrier
Dives under the imprisoning wires
The liquid cat
Brings memories of times past
Outside nothing but ambulance sirens
Kisses and hugs are weapons
Smell of cold air through the window
The cold welcome of Greenland’s chilly arms
And daylight seldom seen
13 April 2020
The screen of awareness upon which life plays,
learns by touch whilst yet free from both joy and pain,
because it is not soul but ego that sways,
imprisoning consciousness in a thought chain,
wherein we trauma bond until end of days,
unless by force of will, dark desires are slain.
This practice requiring renunciation,
chooses cessation to raise soul’s vibration.
Let your eyes flood
Music bringing back the memories
Let it loosen the threads
Holding together the pieces of your heart
Allow the gates imprisoning those moments open
Fill your soul so lonely
Remember it all
Each kiss
Every touch
Even just the softest moments
Pray they never go away
And when the music fades out
Be thankful
Hope that when they hear that song
They think of you too...
Wrestling with time,
an illusion supreme
Its trinity empiric,
three masks to deceive
Past, future, and present,
our dreams undefined
Outside of their stricture,
new presence unrhymed
Rejecting convention,
short sighted and slight
Imprisoning our vision,
with capture and fright
In seizing this instant,
its moment sublime
All truth flowing freely
—unfrozen in time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Are you real or are you an illusion
Like a fata morgana beyond my reach
Imprisoning me in this cell of seclusion
Fading away when I beg your beseech
Teasing me with temptation and desire
Helpless and weak like ashes gone gray
Chilled from the embers of my own pyre
You but to vanish by fading away then
My empty arms left with nothing to hold
Just this mirage, this mirage in disguise
You my beautiful Gaia, a dream untold
Me wanting you real before my eyes
What is poetry to me
A chance and opportunity
To break out and break free
From the gilded cage
Imprisoning me
To dream of stars
And cosmic themes
To pontificate on nature
And the wonder it gives
To rant to rage about social things
And make a stand environmentally
To speak of love straight from the heart
To weave words of spiritual sparks
To create verses hoping to paint a masterpiece
This is what poetry means to me.
Listen to poem:
Life's a vacancy within my picture frame
Needs only an easel to display no one to blame
Imprisoning me by my own weak hands
Every canvas I paint no one else understands
Outlined only; this portrait of a blank stare
In a gallery where all the walls are laid bare,
As I struggle to modernize my antique ways
True colors won't release this brush of past fateful days
I wish I could put my tears back in your eyes
Since I can't picture a way to accept; even if you apologized
Willfully erected..obstructing..
emotional velocity halted..
Armor.. imprisoning..
safe and secure.. spiritless..
Layers of pain.. eclipse
and enclose..restricting ..
Languish not behind the wall..
surrender to the magnitude of emotion..
Escape the enchantment of safety..
passions unleashed.. fireworks erupting
Delight in the wonder of Love..
thrill to the sensations of life!
~ rejoice as the bricks tumble..
~ shout as the wall falls....