Trap Poems - Poems about Trap

Strands of silk, thinner than a breath, spun with a patience we rarely possess. An invisible architecture revealed by a bead of morning dew, a sudden glint of sun. Intricate. A geometry born not of compass or ruler, but of instinct, of a silent knowing etched in the very being of the spinner. Each thread placed with a purpose, a sticky snare in the vast...

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Becoming a slave to my own paradise, Becoming clingy to my own disregarded appetites, Becoming a prisoner of my own created prison, Becoming lonesome in my own crowd. Recognising something lethal, Pouring out something eternal, Bearing some dirt of civilisation, Tearing apart the burden of my own existence. I've created my own traps, Living forever in my own satire. No appeal on the docket today; I...

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"Trap—for the ones who mistake affection for devotion, and fall for voices spun from smoke. He never promised me forever. But still, I stayed… oblivious. Drunk on words, blind in the dark, begging the silence to lie" Then his words— they don’t help. They wrap around me like silk only to choke. Ancora una volta. Again. Again, I fall for the way he...

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The animal trap The artist the athlete the strength of the human condition The leaders still fight Those inner demons Dance death into extinction Loves only threat Humans were a joke Then they reached Olympus Take the waves thrashing the ships Be the conquerer The life that takes The world remakes The feeling so hard and dark At Attention stands the demon man We can walk in...

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SETTING THE TRAP FOR MARTHA BRAE ARRIVING WITH ENVY WATCHING MY ENTIRE FAMILY SURROUNDING ME WITH LOVE RATHER AT THE POOLSIDE OR IN MY LIVING ROOM 2020 MY GRANDDAUGHTER ARRIVED FROM KUWAIT OUR FAMILY IS VERY BIG ON PHOTOGRAPHY INCLUDING NEW YORK TIMES REPORTER FOR ME IT'S THE POOLSIDE PHYSICAL THERAPY FROM MY STROKE 2019...

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In a realm once pure, where stories were shared, A new world arrived, yet no one was prepared. Young hands that once worked with skill and grace Now swipe on screens, lost in the race. They dream of fame and riches untold, But in return, their secrets are sold. A click, a share, and trust is gone- Privacy is lost as the...

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You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone their laughter cracks the silence and the name of truth that bleeds until the world has grown as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon each tooth a dagger that breaks...

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The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane on one hand holding out a ray of hope yet also becoming a thought form chain letting us not with light of truth elope. Each breath we take anchors us deeper here, aliveness depending on senses five, so then how may light of clear truth appear, if dying ember we fail to revive? Religious belief,...

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The Cynicism Trap apathetic engaged withdrawn open, free distrusting entrusting pessimistic feeling hopeful in outlook always expects failure ahead strives onward for success skeptic about the future to come altruistic in hope for the future selfishness, deceitful, dishonest truthful, honest, cooperative emotionally detached, withdrawn engaged, committed, sharing gives up easily, becomes inactive resilient, determined...

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feeling unease the disease thought fear seizes heart...

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It’s not for lack of intelligence My inhibitor is on the fritz A frontal lobe phenomena I’m prone to gaffes and fits My amygdalae are loaded A hair trigger set to snap Sometimes words escape me Like rats outsmarting a trap ...

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Characters: Narrator, Queen Bee & Worker Bee. Setting: Inside a bustling beehive, buzzing with activity. The Queen Bee inspects the honeycomb. Narrator: Deep in the hive, a kingdom thrives, Golden walls and buzzing lives. The Queen Bee reigns, with a watchful eye, Her workers toil, beneath the sky. (Queen Bee flutters her wings, surveying the hive) Queen Bee: Busy bees, your wings a-thrum, Pollen...

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Aroma and its gracious curves Nepenthe of marshes is still a curse Observe the birds passing by...

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Got stuck in a celestial trap, Found myself nowhere within the gap. Fell only for the crap, Driving me insane with this verbose map! Poke my nose, pinch my ear, Don't want to reach near those lusty deer.  Pierced by your Cupid's arrow, Never learned before how to kowtow. Fun is never produced without wit, A circle is never formed without subtle habit. Satire is never programmed in my head,  With the perfect being, it overflows...

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Evil sets its trap reeling us in by our souls leaving us lifeless...

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