Short Imprisonment Poems
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How do
We survive this
Torture and
Imprisonment
Until these
Scares of
War confess,
We wear
These clothes
Of death
we made ourselves lonely on purpose to befriend their egos so they could recuse us from our self built imprisonment just to do it all over again
"Unlawful attacked
Provoked him to kill and rush
Imprisonment reigned".
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life imprisonment
8th April 2019
Delilah Ventura's Contest
Freedom to nothing to something
My love’s fictional
Truly once found it.
Fate’s casted its division.
My life’s depiction
Truly once manifested,
Time’s implied its imprisonment.
My world’s real,
Truly once serene,
Mind’s revealed its darkness.
I'm a prisoner
For I thought we would last forever
Stuck in the past
Darkness imprisonment of my lover
I want us to be together
Yet destiny rip us apart
The reason why it broke my heart
And made me cry in dark because of love
Angola Silence (Renku)
In a silent mood
Await the pure white horses
To draw the carriage
Someday comes my turn
Laid amidst the other graves
Angola will reign
Carry a brother
Dispense final dignity
In this place of pain
I am not inhuman.
Even though they made me feel that way.
No- it’s not a tragedy.
Because I am empowered.
Through a loss of innocence.
Through a stint of imprisonment.
I have escaped.
Only for them to try and hunt me down again.
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.
crossing
threshold
stepping
beyond
closed
door
sneaked
through
the small
creak that
exists
pushed way
back inside
pushed way
back into the
room were the
memories of
the past reside
in order to unchain
the love from it's
imprisonment
That's what I feel like- a bird
in a cage
Who from imprisonment, is filled
with rage
On the brink of self-destruction; about
to engage
Due to the melodrama of a theatrical
stage
Got Me with grey hair looking a bit beyond
My age
And, contemplating LIFE without ME, turning
the page
Blest freedom
secured imprisonment in God's will
where I enjoy best liberty*.
*Galatians 5:1 Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.
January 19, 2023
There is a trial against me,
I have been punished and cannot be appealed
I guess it is severe than “Life imprisonment”
Or a “Capital Punishment”, sins would be pardoned in heaven
A crime neither I am aware of nor shared
Eternal mental torture I have to bear
The verdict passed with my birth
Here I live in darkness
Dreadful fright and fear
Kept from all my fam'ly
And friends that once were near
Why am I imprisoned
What has been my wrong?
Why this dreadful sorrow
Instead of happy song?
Naught has been my trespass
Innocent am I
Robbed of all life's goodness
Condemned in jail to die
I try to sleep more.
It's easier that way,
as time slips away.
Allowing me to grow old,
yet remain eternally youthful.
A sort of living death.
As I inch my way towards the awful
imprisonment called conformity.
As I attempt to resurrect that
which society tries to eliminate
each day of my life.
Entangled by sudd in the mirky
White Nile river, the helpless water
foul became damned prey, sure to be
eaten by the alligator.
Life fleeting, water rising
to take its victim.
Struggling to free itself,
constricts it, causing stricter
imprisonment of the sudd.
The alligator finds an easy meal today.
I feel I"ve lost a friend this night.
Released from her imprisonment,she has fled.
No longer a slave to this life,she ascends to a higher plain.
Without the weight of her burden,she becomes as a leaf in the wind,
skittering about care free.
Her laughter filling the air.
Sad that I can no longer hear it.
Form:
oh why , oh why can't caterpillars fly?
for within them theres a butterfly.
why if I could fly and achieve so high,
for my future would change from imprisonment or meet death and die.
so as I ask the question , oh why cant caterpillars fly?
why if it was I , id really try because in a few months my wings will arrive.
Form:
The time has melted the construct of its clock
Time is now free to terrorize the unexpected
Sudden deaths and severe illnesses as a result of its vengeance
Trapped no more, time turns to no specific rhythm
Unpredictable, it is feared by those who count its existence
Today is already tomorrow, the same as last week
Don’t think too hard.
They sting behind your eyes.
Sharp swells
from the recessing snake pit.
Faces warp, wrap, and real.
Knotted limbs
of trying tapestry.
The marriage of scale and skin.
Remember to forget.
My soul was not to keep.
A window woe.
Through eyes not mine, I see.
Take from me
what was yours already.
Prisoner.
Now at this hour
on this day and
time of year
cracks of light
leaves of green
buds and birds
possibly everyone
and everything
augur spring
I look out upon it
open my mouth
move my tongue
nothing comes out
no lyric no music
no song can be sung
save a lament
the eye all I
my imprisonment
2014 February 24
Form:
I am a prisoner, and a victim of myself.
As a condemnation of a forever lonely soul becomes more realistic,
the shackles bound to my ankles tighten, and assume a more dense form.
these are the shackles of my own imprisonment.
they drag me beneath a bottomless ocean,
where the most horrid creatures reside.
with no escape,
I am forever falling.
Severing the attachment,
Desperate to liberate myself from self imprisonment,
Each Separation ensuing with agony,
Feeling as my own worst enemy,
Further and further I tear,
Seeking the long sought relief but it becomes to much to bear,
Allowing the mold to feel anew,
Leaving me in a state of subdue,
Almost craving the need to illustrate some emotion
SELF IMPRISONMENT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
There Is One Thing of Which I’m Sure
A Self Imposed Guilt Has No Cure
One Can Not Carry the Burdens of Fate
On the Shoulders of a Surviving Mate
We All Could Have Been a Better Person
Self Imposed Guilt, an Unmerited Burden
Loss of Peace, Waste of Precious Time
To Feel Guilty, When There is No Crime
The plane soars in the direction of said location
To the predetermined imprisonment that was suggested
Trapped within the hand of the airline's puppeteer
Your life hangs in the balance of their emotions
A bad day and the dummy is getting ejected
A spacious venue to those with limited luggage space
Enclosed like sardines in route to a holding cell