Prisoning poems on Hello Poetry

jeffrey robin Oct 2013

(Softly now

TRUTH COMES OUT)

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In the Winnebago dream

The long country road

Stretches beyond lifetimes and finds

YOU

doing what must be done

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--------Got a god
Or goddess

Now?----------

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What is it

You truly are?

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The Story rises in the dark night!

The road ends where you've never been before

SONGS OF DEATH AND TRAGEDY

Mingle with an UNERRING SENSE

of THE UNIVERSE'S
INNOCENCE

•••

(Softly now

The Truth comes out)

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The Rain comes and washes clean

All the stories we contrive

We try to simplify our lives

We only clutter up our minds

With weakness that we glorify

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Let the magic overwhelm

Ride the Winnebago dream

What DAWN IS?

We don't know

We write our foolish poetry

Of pettiness of LOVE AFFAIRS

written within our loveless pain

Our solitary prisoning

Within our body and materiality

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We fear to simple DRIFT AWAY

We don't know where the long road leads

We fear to face the ACTUAL DAWN

of a TOMORROW living on its own

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Never born

Always here

We do what we do and the tale is told

jeffrey robin Nov 2013

Early morning rendezvous

In imitation of what is Great

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Thru the high school
Parking lot

In the hours
Before

Dawn

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Ghosts of the 1000 children there

They came and left
And took

THE YEARS

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Police car sirens mar the calm

The deadly games we dote upon

Soon the girls like painted ******

Will walk with vengeance in their eyes

Thru these prisoning doors

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In imitation of the Great

????

He can't remember what is real

?????

He knows that he should feel something

He knows he wants you to appear

With a face unstreaked with pain

He wants to love and to adore

To hold you in his sheltering heart

He wants you to appear

He waits and waits until the years

Swallow you both and then is gone

To wherever it is

That death is born

Back to where the seed was torn

Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013

Sonnet: Cast from Heaven

The shackles were like hands cold as black ice
Holding me in its steel prisoning grip
For I had been cast away more than twice
The floors were icy in hell I would slip
My story began with the seed of lust
The feeling, the rush was none to be known
For I craved the feeling, have it I must
The path would crumble it was made of stone
And I danced so hard it began to chip
It was dark there without the lights to shine
The angles they found me, my wings they clip
Because of a girl that was never mine
I sat in hells cell and there I would rot
I never regretted the lesson taught

Not sure if I did this right, it's in the rhyme scheme pattern of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG, and 10 syllables per line, written in iambic pentameter (duh, DUH,duh,DUH, duh, DUH, duh, DUH, duh, DUH)

Sneha shenoy Apr 2022

Golden dice

Entering confound start of a game
Defending the snakes
Ascending the ladder.
I may fall low to dust
Or rise from phoenix’s ash.
High enough Breaking shackles
prisoning my whipped scarred soul

Every turn you roll thy dice
Oh Dear! Can’t play twice.
Pray to the starts to get
6’s enough to rise high every time
1’s enough to save thy head.

You roll thy dice
Let’s see if snake gobbles the hawk
Or hawk mocks the nimble wit.
When going gets tough
Tough survives, beyond the game
And ******* dice

Be not scared to play
Better to loose after having played
Than to know not the game.
Haha do I have any choice
No Dear ! dare not to opine
Stifle thy voice
“Doesn’t matter if it’s golden dice
Cuz life is but a finger bowl “

nivek May 2017

The Prison on the Hill

I remember the prisoning
(they called it education)

while Summers slipped slowly by
(our lives slipping away)

I remember the escaping
(we had finally done our time)

we never looked back
(but took our scars with us)

it was an awful school

Mark Dec 2018

High Above The Clouds

My spirit fuses with the ether;
subtle life force currents
stilled
amidst an atmosphere
canvassed entirely with azure,
high above the clouds.
Through the years
I dreamt of the angelic path
resisting an early end
I lasted throughout
the fog of anguish,
now remnants of my life
linger within the haze
below.

Levitating in a hovering state
of weightlessness;
no limbs, joints nor blood
or prisoning wraiths,
away from the shame
of the neurotic pain
high above the clouds.
Times of farewell
I whispered
to my love and all
who beseeched me to stay
Goodbye,
now fields of energy
forged in time, remaining
below.

Illuminating golden specks;
rays thrown from a seraph
pierce through me
collecting memories
cleansing doubts
of the life just lived,
exempted from a past
sorrowfully burdened,
now freedom in an abode
high above the clouds.
Those bright spears
carry all ties to past life
back into that earthly maze
of pain and torment
Ever to
remain
Below.

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