#entrapped - Hello Poetry

Rotten smell. Stale water. In this well – a monster. Twisted horns, horrid maw – a wild beast! You would know... You entrapped it in there, but to leave, don't you dare. It is stuck in the dark – cannot run nor attack. The beast calls from the pit – you can hear it weep. You entrapped it in there... Its sad cries, you must bear.

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Oct 13, 2021

Oct 13, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC

JKirin

Monster

Rotten smell. Stale water. In this well – a monster. Twisted horns, horrid maw – a wild beast! You would know... You entrapped it in there, but to leave, don't you dare. It is stuck in the dark – cannot run nor attack. The beast calls from the pit – you can hear it weep. You entrapped it in there... Its sad cries, you must bear.

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Opened eyelids won’t let you see What’s here right in front of you Cherished dreams that lies beneath Your broken soul, they say they’re true As life goes on, we all do change And fit no more in the same place We feel entrapped in a golden cage We smile with tears that run down our face We search our purpose in old pockets We know to hope for better days We see the future in shooting rockets Cause we all hope for a better place

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Jul 6, 2021

Jul 6, 2021 at 2:24 AM UTC

Carmen_Jane

Shooting rockets

Opened eyelids won’t let you see What’s here right in front of you Cherished dreams that lies beneath Your broken soul, they say they’re true As life goes on, we all do change And fit no more in the same place We feel entrapped in a golden cage We smile with tears that run down our face We search our purpose in old pockets We know to hope for better days We see the future in shooting rockets Cause we all hope for a better place

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She feels like she's slowly drowning From the sea of questions left unanswered Crashing like gigantic waves, reeling her Into the unfathomable depths of her mind Trying hard to reach shallow waters Seeking out to glimpse the moon But the ocean has got a strong grip on her That an unwanted feeling slowly loom Entrapped in it's cold yet peaceful demeanor Slowly submitting to the phantom's silent gaze The girl that tirelessly tried to swim back ashore Succumbed herself to the ocean's masked embrace So, tired, she closed her eyes The song of the sirens is so captivating Snared by the ocean's tranquil facade "I guess...I wouldn't mind staying"

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 12:01 AM UTC

voiceless_404

Drown

She feels like she's slowly drowning From the sea of questions left unanswered Crashing like gigantic waves, reeling her Into the unfathomable depths of her mind Trying hard to reach shallow waters Seeking out to glimpse the moon But the ocean has got a strong grip on her That an unwanted feeling slowly loom Entrapped in it's cold yet peaceful demeanor Slowly submitting to the phantom's silent gaze The girl that tirelessly tried to swim back ashore Succumbed herself to the ocean's masked embrace So, tired, she closed her eyes The song of the sirens is so captivating Snared by the ocean's tranquil facade "I guess...I wouldn't mind staying"

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As in time machine Outworldly that Old "Moon that Old Hill" "A woman's hand a lovers heart" tis Deja-Vu entrapment here in heart in mind in pristine awareness sparkling bubbling I in mirror cursed replaced or just a memory of old revered moon me in ancient lovers eye or scorned delighting in memory writ this poem new as I to shreads can turn in poems depicted script tis inspired delight bitter sweet in "hill and moon" "Blast in fireworks" hearts ashes of stardum dust eons past yet here in poetry's diamond ghost in liquid gold inked prespiring ****** sweat O bittersweet covert metaphor a lover's treasured ransomed memory immortal love and I beguiled in mirror glass and all entrapped ~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba Inspired by TSpoetry

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Jul 5, 2019

Jul 5, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC

karijinbba

Deja-vu Entrapment

As in time machine Outworldly that Old "Moon that Old Hill" "A woman's hand a lovers heart" tis Deja-Vu entrapment here in heart in mind in pristine awareness sparkling bubbling I in mirror cursed replaced or just a memory of old revered moon me in ancient lovers eye or scorned delighting in memory writ this poem new as I to shreads can turn in poems depicted script tis inspired delight bitter sweet in "hill and moon" "Blast in fireworks" hearts ashes of stardum dust eons past yet here in poetry's diamond ghost in liquid gold inked prespiring ****** sweat O bittersweet covert metaphor a lover's treasured ransomed memory immortal love and I beguiled in mirror glass and all entrapped ~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba Inspired by TSpoetry

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In a sermon, the preacher says: *"The Lord created us in his image, all who desecrate themselves too destroy a part of God."* I've murdered pets and alphabetised people by sense and style and laughs like a rack of dresses. I've kissed girls just because they said they could never like me like that as if their lips were some sacred maiden's blush and not a pair of fleshy rims. As if I couldn't read their ***** little lesbian fantasies underneath those angel faces. Susan from accounting thinks I need to see a therapist. I think she needs to see a mirror. We don't really get along, but **** maybe if drink enough these clocks these blue collars these billboards with the pearly white teeth won't look like straightjackets anymore. I have this thing where sometimes I'm just so tired of being a body. The world's a ******* advertisement, Everyone with their scripted good mornings and chemical feelings down to the last **** t. My skin is a cage and I'll strip it off like a ***** Why be happy when you could be interesting? Love like a bluejay, Fists in our stomachs- The headlights of a car coming at 80 miles an hour straight at you, pummeling in a stream of light. The taste of a cigarette after it's been on someone else's lips. Don't you dare tell me you understand. When I tell her this my therapist only smiles, Darling it's only purgatory. Allen knew. Nietzsche knew. Woolf knew. In all our hearts- We've already killed God.

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC

chichee

Like Real People Do

In a sermon, the preacher says: *"The Lord created us in his image, all who desecrate themselves too destroy a part of God."* I've murdered pets and alphabetised people by sense and style and laughs like a rack of dresses. I've kissed girls just because they said they could never like me like that as if their lips were some sacred maiden's blush and not a pair of fleshy rims. As if I couldn't read their ***** little lesbian fantasies underneath those angel faces. Susan from accounting thinks I need to see a therapist. I think she needs to see a mirror. We don't really get along, but **** maybe if drink enough these clocks these blue collars these billboards with the pearly white teeth won't look like straightjackets anymore. I have this thing where sometimes I'm just so tired of being a body. The world's a ******* advertisement, Everyone with their scripted good mornings and chemical feelings down to the last **** t. My skin is a cage and I'll strip it off like a ***** Why be happy when you could be interesting? Love like a bluejay, Fists in our stomachs- The headlights of a car coming at 80 miles an hour straight at you, pummeling in a stream of light. The taste of a cigarette after it's been on someone else's lips. Don't you dare tell me you understand. When I tell her this my therapist only smiles, Darling it's only purgatory. Allen knew. Nietzsche knew. Woolf knew. In all our hearts- We've already killed God.

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You ask for dreams so take my dreams These are my little fireflies in the dark Leave me in darkness by taking beams But still you can not take my love spark I love you hence I can sacrifice you like You can strike on heart way you strike On my way in my life you are turnpike For me my sweetheart is just fairy-like My sweet beloved I am fully entrapped My love is enthralled your beauty is rapt You are most suitable I am totally inapt Still being lovers we are rightly clapped Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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Dec 25, 2016

Dec 25, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC

col-muhammad-khalid-khan

Fully Entrapped

You ask for dreams so take my dreams These are my little fireflies in the dark Leave me in darkness by taking beams But still you can not take my love spark I love you hence I can sacrifice you like You can strike on heart way you strike On my way in my life you are turnpike For me my sweetheart is just fairy-like My sweet beloved I am fully entrapped My love is enthralled your beauty is rapt You are most suitable I am totally inapt Still being lovers we are rightly clapped Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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The words she scribbled were not about her but still they concealed a part of her soul because they were her horcrux !! For all her life she waited for someone who'd read all of her writings to find her pieces and put them together to make her whole but no one ever tried so she lived entrapped in her horcruxes as a prisoner of immortality !!

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Jan 14, 2016

Jan 14, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC

batoolistic

Horcrux !!

The words she scribbled were not about her but still they concealed a part of her soul because they were her horcrux !! For all her life she waited for someone who'd read all of her writings to find her pieces and put them together to make her whole but no one ever tried so she lived entrapped in her horcruxes as a prisoner of immortality !!

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Enveloped in this casket of riddled Darkness, eyes are the only source Of white, I scratch at them myself. Extinguish the beckoning light , I am gorged on the blanket that covers me, it caresses thoughts I am entwined in this place inside, My mind is a web of onyx capturing Thoughts corroded and entrapped.

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Jul 22, 2015

Jul 22, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC

poetic-t

In The Dark Web Of Thoughts

Enveloped in this casket of riddled Darkness, eyes are the only source Of white, I scratch at them myself. Extinguish the beckoning light , I am gorged on the blanket that covers me, it caresses thoughts I am entwined in this place inside, My mind is a web of onyx capturing Thoughts corroded and entrapped.

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