Short Imprisons Poems
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Doubt imprisons mind
God's truth is hidden from sight
Faith us liberates!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 July 2018
Out and back,
its motion imprisons
out and back,
on an endless sea
The ocean pulling
both hard and wide
the tides recalling
—till setting you free
(The New Room: February, 2021)
That vacuum
inside you
once in it
you’re trapped
Insular
nothingness
too late
to look back
What’s empty
imprisons
no reference
in space
Where freedom
and choice
become duly
— erased
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
When faith is lost in all you know,
and all you love is dead.
We find ourselves without our chains,
but losses, greater than the gains,
imprisons us with all we're shown
What is left when you've lost all faith in Humanity?
Sit there and think about it
You are here thinking alone
There is no other judgement
Except that you give yourself
You are your harshest critic
So be gentle and forgive
Say this to yourself often
And move on from
The past which imprisons you.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Body and soul Is the form of being united Spiritually, Physically, and mentally with a
loved one. A chained link that imprisons two hearts together for the survival of both,
together they shall beat, dependent on each other. United will the two stay, together and
forever is body and soul.
Form:
Thoughts;
They live in an amazing prison,
That has no cops, no judges and mission.
They know no bounds,
Estranged and constantly growl.
They are locked inside forever,
In the back compartment of the mind.
It imprisons them,
and often keeps them disguised .
Now you know,
How a double faced human brain is designed.
Never wanted to get to the point
Reasons are not deeds
In my rectangle window show
Amazing how after all the years looking through my eye balls
Why dont we see like circles
That rectangle prison that imprisons us all
Look left look right
look up look down
and see the edges of our prisons
Fortunately im looking from the outside
He looks into her eyes
Twinkling stars above him
lift him upon a cloud
Tiny buds open up
to taste the breath of life
Milk and honey sugar and spice
Light, tender, fluttering
Love imprisons a little heart
as mommy's kiss lingers on his lips.
"Give Mommy Some Sugar."
Painting by Tom McKinny.
Gloomy's the yard covered with fallen leaves
Winter's coldness comes with winds wet with rains
Lonely souls dread most the lengthy cold nights
A quick-paced life about thin frosts complains
A cocoon imprisons the silkworm tight
Burnt out candles waste their flickering light
The empty house is a daily sad thing
Only the beauty's worshiped in painting
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(Another childhood poem.)
Filaments tightly woven,
a chrysalis cradles me,
deflects the dangers;
it is an armored womb,
bright and hard.
Loosely woven,
a web imprisons me;
struggles snare me firmly
in these threads.
What weaves this armor
and this trap?
It is I --
I am the spider,
and the potential
butterfly.
Discordant scissors cuts a ribbon
Pleasure of a man destroys
Nature bows to indiscretion
Reality deceit deploys
With glee, they break the ground
To set an edifice to man’s ambition
Forever ruined with proposition
Field and flowers sacrificed
Breached to bent insanity
Evolves a place profaned
Glowering graceless vanity
Imprisons the insane
I go through my day
and wade through my dispair.
I put up a veiled front
for all to see.
But I am only
lying to myself.
My friends say,
through my eyes,
my book is read.
I have struggled
with this delimma,
a tug of war between
my heart and soul.
Between my heart's desire
and my duty.
How much I want to escape
this stockade that
imprisons my heart.
To be the one
who lies deep within.
I live in places
you’ve never seen
And sleep in nightmares
you’ve never dreamed
I choose in dimensions
above either or
Beyond the pain
you can endure
My memory lapses
in moments freed
But fate imprisons
all I see
Escape an option, death allowed,
but only if I’m willing
To marry freedom’s hope denied
—and damn my soul’s foretelling
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
insistent emphasis
dogmatic views
make for faith
fundamentalistic
specious belief
eristic rigidity
stagnates in a cave
caging spontaneity
seeking without surrender
clinging to scriptures
imprisons the soul
in a mind trap
repeated affirmations
manifest heart’s aspirations
as a conjured epiphany
deepening delusion
sans thought who are we
unfettered and unbound
beyond mental concepts
look for that oh hermit
Pigs with wings
Woman with no rights
Allah strikes
behead the servants
Who pray tell imprisons children?
King Abdullah, King of chauvinists
If a King sings his command
Women are dirt less than sand
The kingdom dances
Princesses dream and scream
Of days, where freedom rains
Washing away Saudi perversions
When you visit a Saudi king
I ask you, really, do not bow
Slap the old goat in the face
If dead spit on grave
In the shadows of Hell House,
Behind a darkened door.
Evil lurks with greedy eyes,
Where the light shines never more.
In search of wayward souls,
To cast in dungeons deep.
Beelzebub imprisons,
Those to face eternal sleep.
Their lust is but his weapon,
Their envy feeds his glee.
Behold the Lord of the Flies,
Growing fat on gluttony.
His will grows ever stronger,
While the weak forever prays.
On their knees in servitude,
Until the end of days.
Icy f r o z e n outside,
idle and listless days.
Idyllic summer D R E A M S,
illusions in my mind . . .
IMMENSE the walls of snow!
Imposing w i n t e r , that
imprisons and inspires . . .
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