Short Windowless Poems
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Windowless with only a door
I sit still, listening
Can they hear me?
Can they take the pain?
Chains, they mutilate!
Rubbing my battered flesh.
Abandonment is
Vietnam veterans
greeting card.
A door stepped baby.
Windowless
city structures
after resident's
suburbanized.
And me
a Christmas tree
after you undecorate.
How you get there you know
Know ethic keeps
Know intrigue grows
Know no windowless house
Know independence is best
Know how great you are
Know generosity is a great virtue
Know lives
Know ignorance is a great flaw
Know
I Write
Less words
in a windowless room
no use for my eyes
Humidity suffocating
what is left of me
I hear the silence of evil
poverty a state of mind
a shiny gold coin
Turns a small man
into a rich thief
Laughter the cause of death
Windowless space screams
Feet spasm in betrayal
It's too late to change his fate
Chair pushed to the side
Life tossed away in the trash
If only the rope could talk...
for Rick's Contest "A Chair On A Shadowy Room"
The insider,
of a windowless room
outreaches a gun.
A signature assault
nips at your heels
in revenge.
Mind in a rubber sac,
in search of-
a real country.
A balloon thought,
soars high, towards infinity,
to snoop at the god.
You should have
myriad tears, for the
fallen,*Black Beauty from unknown.
Satish Verma
The dismal quarter of the
city in a nightmare.
A certain sinister cube of
a building,
a dingy windowless structure
but with some marks on each
side,
numbered one to nine.
Some people with no face
trapped inside,
experience every night the mournful
invasion of moving darkness
when the dice is flipped on
the playing board.
Despair.
I am like a
windowless, empty room.
Bleak and dark i steal hope and give
anguish.
Distress
i am to you.
Lonely desolation.
Like a cloak you wear me with great
sadness.
April 12th 2011
Written by Emma Mantle
For contest Traditional Cinquain Contest by Catie Lindsey.
H/M
June 1st 2011 'Old contest entry'
9th place
I sit and sweat,
My pain does swell,
I'm living in
this unholy hell...
Time drags,
Like my lamed foot,
that twists and turns with glee,
The pain so much unendurable
Has got the best of me
The silence
of the empty wallet
The silence
of the grave
It's been me that I have lost,
No longer am I brave..
Living in this rat-hole,
is like living in a cave.
A FLOWER BEYOND RARE
Your hair
How it falls
Like water's churning call
Your eyes without care
A windowless wall
Your lips
Soft sincere
A flower beyond rare
To me you are all
And to all
None compare
Dark brooding pall
Mirrored, frost, and fair
Your flesh
Never touched
Such I'd never dare
Drain away the blood
I lay awake and wear
Wane away the pain
I lay blame and bare
An admirer of nature, I used to be
‘til a storm felled my favorite tree
Ever-optimistic, my always thoughts
‘til in my first real war I fought
Laid-back and leisurely, I once dined
‘til worn down by the workaday grind
Always thrilled to the sight of flowers
‘til I lived in a windowless tower
The world chews us up and spits us out
Heaven’s surely better, I have no doubt
Train ride, in a windowless freight wagon,
rocked back and forth, with the clatter
and vibration as it snaked on the rail score.
Packed shoulder to shoulder,
overpowered by their own stench.
Separated from their families,
unfed, with only snow to eat,
cold, with only the bodies
next to them for warmth,
as the train traveled for days.
Resettlement to the East
It was not fully understood, why?
4/22/2021
Keyless Entry
Lengthy corridors that lead to shrinking doors
surrounded by the closing in of walls
narrowing of purpose seeking escape
Windowless views of endlessness
masquerade as madness
fueling the fire of the madman
Scanning non-existent horizons
for silhouetted ghost ships
adrift on a troubled mind
Keyless, claw marked doors
unsure of what resides
on either side
3/30/2017
submitted to – Doors – Poetry Contest
Snippets of truth
come to you,
when you chase the anger and set yourself
on fire. An intimate slap of a fall guy
rages after the defiance.
You are no longer bleeding gold.
A windowless home
for the defiled, waits for you
at the end of the road.
The democracy has drained out all the symbols.
Behind the grain now lies the eye;
behind the wood now fire rages.
A stretch of pair on ethnic hills.
Wings unfold,
but light goes out.
Satish Verma
I never believe that a smile could hurt you
And cancel all hiding like a superstitious fear
To be separated by both --
The hiding darkness & the question who's kidding.
Not questioning any smile allow my womanhood to cross
Over your body, she says, gazing into my eyes, and with the touch
Of my nerve and what I stand, I make you stand.
That's my love, isn't? A windowless that only it's rolling on
And it makes the breathe to explode into the spring!
Living out loud, is being awesomely fearless,
Of judgements made by the internet crowd!
“Be you”, is a constant, pounding refrain!
And then, when you are, they think you are vain?
What a conundrum, for quite a few.
Kneeling to others’ social points of view.
A windowless prison on this lovely earth.
To sacrifice unique you…to please a few!
8/9/2022
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Sticks and stones
may break bones
Words pierce the heart
and stick to the soul
Sticks and stones
may scar the skin
Words saddle the heart
and sour the soul
Words are like arrows;
in the quiver
of a temperamental ruler
So powerful is he,
he had to be made small
So swift is he,
he must be fastened
to the floor,
held flat down,
behind double gates
in a windowless castle,
guarded by an army;
gleaming white as justice
A windowless mansion stands on a no man`s land
In it there`s a dark tomb made by my own hand
Here I`m buried with memories I treasure, here
I`m tormented by sensations of pain and pleasure
Every thought of you is a new brick in the wall
Images of fantasies decorate the haunted hall
I summoned angels, wished they lived with me here
But they turned into demons of jealousy and fear
Such sinister creatures know nothing of charity
The price for my pleasures will be my sanity
silent light
cast
shadowless
a homeless night
to lose your name
cold wind
across your dreams
lost between pawns
in the human game
blood falls
within your child’s tears
frozen moments
frozen years
empty eyes
shattered mirror tries
and a man
is left with only
questions
and maybe a scream
of what
does this all mean
no god walks across
these cold lonely gutters
under windowless
church walls
in where
a silent light does fall.
- jude
Form:
Clawing at the doors
Windowless shops barrage
Their straight images on printed faces
Bedsheets of yesterday grope
Seamless skin wondering
About moods and ruminations
Clouds unravel before they start
As thin toast barely starts the morning
The urge to shift settles groundwise
While gypsy radio pulses truncate
Asking for your improvement
And glide away before you start
I'm settling in the thick skin of dirt roads
That I know wind back around to the same path