#locked poems on Hello Poetry

MSunspoken Jul 2020

Reinforced glass
Lay upon my sill
A shield built into
My keep
Unbeknownst
To everyone
But me
A precaution
Firewall so to speak
Caging
what lay inside
A rotting house
An overgrown beast
Riddled with landmines
Dangerous
And never to be
Seen
Though it continues
To creak and crumble
Taunting me
To walk back down
Those corroded
Stones
And open the door
Unleashing
The secrets
Of a house
Never home to me

For clarification- the poem starts from within my mind, not the "house" .

#monsterhouse #childhood #memories #trauma #hidden #secrets #scared #locked #memtalwall #mind

aspen wilde Jul 2020

somebody else's world

and i can't feel like myself,
i'm locked inside the world of,
somebody else.
where the walls feel like a box,
and this skin feels like a toxin
to me.

i wanna be free

song lyrics, but sounded poetic enough to post :)

#locked #walls #box #skin #toxin

Michelle Apr 2020

Tired.

I am tired.
Not the mind kind of tired,
The bone kind of tired.
Not the eye kind of tired,
The blood flowing in my body,
kind of tired.
The kind of tired that originates,
Not in the world,
But in me.
The kind of tired,
The world will never be able
To get rid of,
For me.
Forgive me,
I need to take a nap.
This kind of tired is making me
Tired.
I am not always like this.
But the world,
Right now?
Reminds me the tiredness that I am capable of.

hey man, you ok?
Yeah. Just need to take a nap. I just woke up

#tired #locked #in #up

Poetic T Apr 2020

Happy Birthday Song...

We were in confided spaces before,
           in open air. Where we never mingled...
But at least we had company that we were
next to, now were in solitary confinement.

Now were 6 foot or 72 inches or 182.88cm
                from the nearest person, I don't know them,
they were here before me,
                                             celled up.
Slow walk, felt like a life time, so few steps..

But this is a funeral prosecution,
               is the one in front of me going to cough,
                                                                          sneeze..
Will they cover up or infect me, ME…
With there I don't know what's, could it be hay fever.

Could be me coughing in seven, to when I have a ventilator
shoved down my insides, I'm a breathing coffin..
        Just being buried slowly..
                                           they burn you now...
But I'm not there yet, I wash my hands.


"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me,
        I hope I wash my hands enough to see my
                                                                 next birthday.
  But I'm wishing my hand happy birthday now,
            So soar but I'm happy birthdaying all week.

We in an open prison, free but unable to escape,
               I look out my window and breath..
      The air is a lot fresher that it used to be..

Another week passes, I write lines on the wall
         of my incarceration, I'm in a cell of luxury.
But I've never felt so alone.
     Were all roses, wilting due to lack of sunlight...

#locked #up #corona #virus #self #escape #caught #happy #birthday

maria Apr 2020

thoughts in a box

we are missing it all
closed inside those doors
keeping faith
became a war
what are we fighting for
and for what growth?

#locked #lockdown #thoughts #faith #war #growth #fight #closed

Clay Face Mar 2020

Chained and Restrained

What is loved,
now is cumbersome to engage.

Some sort of lethargy resists my path.
Reaching a state of catharsis is draining now.

Not emotionally but physically.

Stuck in this house, with no way out.
Quarantined from a virus.
But I’ve come down with one that leaches my creativity.

Writing this poem is hard. It feels plastic.
Even though I’m writing clear what’s so elastic.

It stretches around me so true,
But when I speak it, it lies and makes me blue.

I need freedom to return to my soul.
And an inoculate to cleanse it of this toll.

These two ailments leave me,
Chained and restrained.

#chained #restrained #stuck #virus #quarantine #alone #locked #inside #creativity #sick