before you allow
anyone else to trespass and trample
violate your mind, body, and soul
take time out for isolation and self care
no matter time needed; weeks, months, years
find, get to know, and accept your authentic self
learn to embody your self worth
so you can accept nothing less
than what you deserve
therefore stopping trespasser before they
trample on your mind, body, and soul.
Categories:
trespasser, care, encouraging, power, self,
Form: Free verse
Pain you don't have squatters rights. This is not where you belong. So hurry up and pack your things. Disappear yourself, be gone.
Why you came here to begin with, is something I don't know. You came here uninvited. Now I'm demanding that you go. The fact that you're not wanted here. Should be obvious to see. You need to quit trying to stall and get off my property.
If you don't go now I will have to take action of a different course. I'll invoke my anger and remove you from here by force.
Once you leave don't come back. Your squatting here has come to an end. Don't you ever trespass on my property again.
Categories:
trespasser, change, feelings, freedom, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme
Trespasser
I watch
the sliver of light
beneath my door
wait
for familiar shadows
to cross my threshold.
Beneath insecure blankets
a silent scream
invasion complete...
Strength Thru Adversity Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
March 24, 2019
Categories:
trespasser, anxiety, betrayal, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
Written by Gail DeBole
July 15, 2017
You quietly hold your head
high as you stand on
the grassy bank - never
gazing back at me.
Your head and neck play
games with the alphabet
as they gracefully
curve into an “S”.
Human boundaries
have no meaning to
you as you gracefully
catch fish next to a
well-worn No Fishing sign.
I think of all of the
times I have watched
unknowing you as you
catch what I suppose is
your lunch…
…in your beak,
Mr. Crane.
Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II
Categories:
trespasser, bird, nature,
Form: Free verse
As storm clouds burst and lightning flashed,
He ran towards the graveyard gate:
He’d find a place to shelter there,
Although he knew the hour was late.
The carvings lit by lightning bolts,
The totem poles looked eerie then;
He stood beneath, and looking round,
He gasped to see some painted men.
They circled him with whooping cries;
The rain beat down and thunder boomed.
He knew he’d trespassed on their land -
And fainted, knowing he was doomed…
Jack Horne, written 14th August for Francine’s Totems in the Darkening Sky
Categories:
trespasser, native american,
Form: Rhyme
I walk, head down, careful footing as I
study the terrain, the way the shadow
from the mountains cover the valley floor
the dry wash beds, marked with
wildlife tracks, deep and desiccated
no monsoon to wash them away
no relief, no rain to fill these
empty washes, to water this
wilderness that lies dry, parched
the cloudless sky above hides nothing
except for the desert creatures
absent in the heat of the day
as I retrace my path, I step around a gila monster
sunning himself on a rock, his rock
reminding me where I am
I am a trespasser; this is all their’s
and their tracks and presence remind me
step carefully, move slowly, retreat
Categories:
trespasser, nature
Form: Free verse