Trapped Poems - Poems about Trapped

Written: August 07, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney *********** Corset of steel tightens—ratified pain, Vestigial breath trapped in ischemia thrall. The ductile hope failed to placate This Pyrrhic ache, this woebegone gall. A sojourn in the squalor of soul, Where sylphlike dreams...

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I’m a rat trapped in a cage. Spinning my wheel round & round forever. The days don’t start & the days don’t end. I just exist & at the same time I don’t. It makes me wonder if phantoms are real & if they are is this how they feel? Like they’re floating outside reality....

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I was so high I don't recall being high I sat in the basement waiting to come down I hung with a friend, hung with, who was that boy We waited in the bar while he waited for the bus I called my gran, my safeguard, she knew something was up Something is wrong, something isnae quite right I found out...

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You are a prisoner of your own mind, Chained within a cell, That binds your thoughts, And conceals your head. Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed, Your mind lacks the fortitude, It needs to be left in. You speak without pride. Without light, without voice. Your words lack connotation, The way your mind lacks grace. In sorrow, in numb, You are all you did not want. So, you remain in...

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Life is short they say So you better make the most of it But what happens When that's not the case for everyone Where there are some Who are constantly changing freedom Whilst simultaneously hiding in the shadows Hoping to see tomorrow So how can one live life to the fullest When the odds are stacked against you But...

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His mind was an abyss Of emotions And endless questions Of the world around him He wasn't much of a speaker But he was definitely a thinker His mind was a safe place Where he could speak freely Without being harmed He hated the outside world He was scared if he stepped outside He was afraid the racists might strike So instead he...

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In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly, stands a mirror, a glass doll, with silver lashes that lie beautifully, it whispers to me that I am enough, that my shadow dances, that I am not lost, with sweet words, poisoned honey, telling me I have purpose, that I'm not behind, that the world...

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Deep within me, I feel inertia as a slow dance of stars trapped in their own light, A Higgs field enveloping my soul like a heavy cloak of particles and burdened dreams, This terrain of life keeps me from falling into the core of uncertainty, Preserving me from becoming ash, an echo of an existence passed through the...

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There’s a hell of a lot going on inside my mind I wish I could tell you everything The way you always used to listen. I wish I could run to you and share all of it From my tiniest wins to my biggest falls I’m dying to hear just one line from you: “Say... I’m listening.” All these unsaid words They’re building up...

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Sometimes I feel trapped in the inescapable web woven from all the moments we spent together, I wonder if there's a way to return to those times lost in the abyss of memory, I think about whether, if I had listened more closely to my inner voice, feeling the ground tremble, I could have sensed the lava boiling...

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Freedom is a bird with broken wings in the modern world, trapped in invisible cages of indifference, Reflecting destiny as a silent shadow, the immutable aspects of existence embrace us with cold arms, Death, an artist of limits, carves the boundaries of our lives with the chisel of relentless time, Each human being becomes a prisoner in their...

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We are not trapped by iron bars ~ but by vibrating strings in a play Stars, atoms, creatures and time itself are string figures still quivering Ten heavens are trapped together by these unseen strings still weaving All between the innumerable fingers of Saklas, still twisting (Inspired by the scientific hypothesis of string theory, which states...

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In the airport, there’s nothing to do. But they’re taking off at once. I didn’t decide to. The luggage just appeared. My feet almost got chewed off. But I started my poem just in time. I decided to feel the vibes of the day. But then a bee flew by and I forgot. You should write things. Sometimes...

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TRAPPED Reslise me from my prison , entrapt within this haze . Caught within this cloud of smoke , reflection looking crazed . Stolen by addiction the days have turned to years . I feel the beast inside me as his feeding on my fears . My screams for help are silenced , the words...

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In two weeks, the Loy Krathong will begin. 12th in the Lunar calendar, atone for a sin. Floating specks, like us but in the sky. The stars or the lanterns; fault of the eye. To beg for forgiveness to an imaginary friend. Hence the offerings galore faithful until the end. No one has seen Or known our humanely ruin; but we have fantasized. We still have mosaics, delusions, excuses, never considering if they were lies. There is...

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