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Anshula Nema Nov 2016
Caging her would mean cutting down her wings,
And maybe the world wouldn't care,
Because she is just a girl wishing her dreams will sooner or later come true,
Wishing that the morning she wakes up to is new.
Why is that I suffer this suffering?
Questions the heart to the suffering soul,
Maybe this is the prize you pay for that nature of yours,
Replies the soul with the shivering tone,
Have you ever wondered what made you this way?
Just some handful of habits and the constant thought of helping around.
Maybe all this won't make you stay long for the sooner days to pass along,
Ever wondered what will happen to this dying warmth?
Stay alive and be strong,
For the strom will pass as you go on,
Keep the head high and walk on,
For you'll never be cagged if you keep believing strong.
Tehreem Nov 2016
She sleeps in his arms
Away from fire of agony
Trapped in his love cage
Suffocating little bird
Blindfolded by his dreams
A prisoner of his words
cait-cait Oct 2016
Little needle face,
With a long pink dress and teeth
Too big for your mouth,
You are but a doll
with a back breaking slouch and
chest made from cotton//

your
Little needle hands
the machine that
stitched yourself
Together, the twine that
holds your heart
In place a
Jagged knot of
Cage and wire.

Little needle girl,
with a button nose and stringy
hair,
Please
***** all your tormentors
The way I could never ***** mine,
And
never grow your body
Back
for every little girl who's been tormented. we were just children. Poem is eh
Anna Li Sep 2016
You got me trapped in a cage
that you desperately call love
You love me when I'm useful
and you hate me when I'm not

Is this what love is supposed to be?
You just damaged all of me
Isn't love supposed to make you feel warm,
secured, safe, and carefree?

Is this all that love has to offer?
Or is it just you?
Am I really a pitiful lover
whose leaving is long overdue?

I have to leave from here
This all has to end
I need to go now
Please let go of my hand
Anna Li © Sept 2016
Ravanna Dee Sep 2016
"What can be easily torn apart,
can be quick to deceive,
will build up walls just to rip them down,
is foolish and naive?"

"What can be tremendously fierce,
and all at once soft,
if unprotected, pierced,
and hard to defrost?"

"What can hold love,
yet shatters it like a porcelain doll,
can soar like a dove,
or just as easily slip and fall?

"Where are you trapped,
what keeps you locked in?
Answer this riddle,
and you'll be free; for you win."

              *

I think over the words.
Turn them in my mouth.
I have to complete the riddle,
or I'll never be let out.

Without hesitation, I turn to my captor.
A small lock that rests on thick bars.
waiting for my answer.

"Well, even though you try and thwart,
me and my very freedom.
The answer to your riddle is my heart.
So let me go, for you've been beaten!"

My voice echos in the chamber,
that I now realize is my chest.
The rips make up the cage,
and the heart's been holding me in arrest.

I press myself against my lungs,
and take in a big gulp of air.
The key hole shrikes as it unlocks
And I leave my self made snare.
andrew juma Sep 2016
Singing my lost melody in the iron cage
Normal was lonely
I hoped and wished of the endless blue
But those hopes and dreams broke

They broke into little gems
Just like the millions of stars on the night sky
I think about what I missed
And I am so far behind

Fighting the dark past,
The ghostly shadow that creeps inside me
Everyone can see it in my eyes
It is taking me away

From where I want to be
Who I want to be...
Nonetheless my mind is set
To vanquish the ghost, or forever remain caged
Learning to live and let live.Second part of this series coming up soon.
Alienpoet Sep 2016
Explosions onto the page
Instead of rage.
The pen stems the violence
Scribbling kills the silence
Sometimes this skin and bone
Is a cage.
The war we rage is to be heard
The pitter patter of words
Which fall like rain
Permeates our soul
Like small explosions of raindrops
Which explode onto skin and the ground.
AfterImage Aug 2016
My breath is caught.
There's a reason they call it a rib cage.
reply to Sophia The Local Dream's "My bones" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1747078/my-bones/
Withoutwords Aug 2016
I would cast of human emotion and be free,
Guilt and lust weight to ******* me.
Why must other’s feelings factor in?
Why must being me be a sin?
With emotions come so many pains,
So many ways to be trapped and restrained.
People live in fear of getting hurt
Not by cuts, breaks, or being burnt.
They fear the pain of deceit and lies,
Of betrayal and their loves despise.
I don’t want to fear this anymore.
I just fear the life I can’t explore,
Trapped inside this emotional cage.
All the time acting on the stage.
I don’t want to pretend that I’m content.
All the while writhing with resent.
But, neither could I bear to see a tear
And so I think I’ll always live in fear.
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