"entraps" poems
*Always lingering, longingly
Like leaves frolicking in trees
Your gaze entraps me
Tempting me
Mesmerizing me
Engaging me in a lovers dance
Seducing my senses
Only you, only you*
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
**The allure of everything bad
The allure of vices that nullify circumstances which make living seem sad
The 'Hollywood' cigarette, the hard liquor... ******* crystal ****
All very romanticized but in reality, isn't that really just a self-induced slow death?
We don't talk about it, until we watch from the sidelines
If only for a second
When partaking one repeats quotes like 'it is what it is'
'I am not a quitter'
You've built up a tolerance for one, so you beckon
The bartender to pour you a second
Social trend like a hot topic on twitter
So now you want more
You ignorantly jab the needle inside you like you don't know what your signing up for
In a sense you don't, for you choose not to
Addiction entraps... but who?
Not you
And the moment you decide to go cold turkey
It appears more enticing in another movie, or in the hands of a fellow druggie
Impossible to reject
Relapse... rubber band effect
Yet even he that doesn't use gets a little curious
One day the stress becomes too much to handle, he's peeved
He's furious
He's heard of pills sold over the counter, and also of those available from dusty cobwebbed shelves
By dealers with hollowed out eyes, ghosts of their former selves
In an alternate reality
Where 'it's all good'
It's all about finding solace in one happy, high family... 'It's all hood'
A distorted image of zoned out smiling faces
Floating around in temporary elation
These vices have comforted and haunted many, way before our so called 'X-rated generation'
The druggie, the alcoholic or the *** addict you see... could be your's or someone else's dad
Or it could very well be you or me
Seduced by the allure of everything bad
I write this expecting it to be misunderstood by many...
For a judgement between bad and good
I myself could be affiliated to one of these vices... or many
Someone reading this may have already renamed it 'The allure of everything good'.**
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:01 AM UTC
She wins...
She always does
After a long busy stay
From missing her all day
I go home to her
And she's there, she's always there,
Patient, soothing and tender
Luring me to bed...
As I fight her charms,
Trying to stay up; workaholic impulse raging!
I win...
For a moment or so
Daring to focus
For a couple more hours
Desperate not to give in
At least not without a fight.
She peeks out from our bedroom
Sneaking up from behind,
As I snooze momentarily
But I can't win this fight, there's no use trying!
Accepting defeat, I embrace her
Letting her caress me
She entraps me all night
I'm lost, against my will
I know I'll wake up guilty,
Wishing I could send her away
But I'm stuck with her for life
And she takes so much of my time
Time I could use for work
But no, she won't let go; not when I always yield!
And no, she's not my wife
She's not even my girlfriend
Not some girl from across the street
Just a nobody, named Sleep!
© Raphael Uzor
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Should Andromeda collapse / Hammering hydrogen entraps
Cresting waves of burnished light / Whitecaps in the endless night
Fly apart with gentle violence / Into eternity of silence
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 5:04 AM UTC
Reality is drowned beneath the waves.
The bubbling crescendo
Sounding forth its mockery
At my resistance.
Anguished cries are muted
By the vast liquid’s gossamer grasp.
Each arching crest curves around my soul
Cocoon like it entraps me.
Explosive waves roar their obsession.
Each powerful white tipped crest
Rolls with the joy of loves persistent tattoo.
White water propels me headless
Towards destiny’s ocean
Its power rushes through my veins.
Tossing me over the edge of reason
The Tsunami consumes me in its passion.
Heart pounding within my rapturous journey
The water falls away into distant oblivion.
Suddenly I am ****** free of its tenuous hold
It’s vehemence crashing me against the scared shore.
There the marks of our passing remain a constant reminder
Cherished scars to be carried on loves momentous tide
Like a Tsunami come to claim the soul,
Love seeks my full surrender.
Oct 21, 2009
Oct 21, 2009 at 12:56 AM UTC
Run... run while you can
before the envelopment entraps you
encapsulating escape with leaden clouds
skies darkened by searing missiles
unburdening caches waiting
for the stirring of conflict
so easy to hijack
as hatred
screams
loudest
drowning
out the pleas
of nursing mothers
as children's faces fend off
old feuds and avarice of arms dealers
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 4:59 AM UTC
*
*She who give what's due
Broken echos reach her ears
Pool entraps his gaze*
*
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
The river's current starts slow,
chilled streams trickling,
toes shifting, in the dark blue-gray;
almost unpleasant to the touch.
As she wades, the pull becomes stronger;
ice cold, it entraps her chest.
Slwoosh fwssh, she winces as the wind picks up,
and her mind goes still; resilient.
Drifting, her body gives way,
fwuomp, pssshhh.
Almost lifeless do her eyes wash,
away into the water's murk.
Like a ship stranded at sea,
her body struggles to withstand,
water filling her lungs like the hull;
her cheeks pale and wet.
Gasps break the water,
sending ripples as wide as her eyes,
and the tormenting storm laughs;
Each time it moves, grabs, without asking, takes without giving,
and she floats.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
A body in full glory stands before him.
Perpendicular in patent black shiny shoes, skirt hugging her truest form!
Her eyes wide and sultry stare deep into his persona.
Finding, vibrant body heat!
A tigress on a hungry prowl.
She strokes her lips meaningfully with her sandpaper tongue!
She has patterns of her own.
Talons painted scarlet, remnants of her last victim!
She wants to seize and devour him.....
To chew on his his bone is her lust!
She desperately needs to eat....
Her tongue starts to trickle in jest....
Daring him to play!
She entraps him in his world of fantasy,
He is tempted....so tempted,
He needs to be fed, has desires of his own......
No fight in him.
He succumbs to her needs!
She expresses her desires.
Gesturing him to drop before her majestic form.
Holds his head in her hands, stroking his hair gently.
Sudden dire urges on.
The gentleness has left,
His hair was yanked.
She pushes him hard onto the bed.
Craving feed more as they grapple.
He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copyrright, Lady Livvi 06/03/2013.
He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copywrite, Lady Livvi 06/03/2013.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
In a time machine, going back to past,
this disturbing thought entraps me:
if someone wants to eat me
who should it be?
rather a mystical woman, mature
than a skeptical nymph,
*an optical illusionist
who with her eyes,
showed few tricks, to me lately-
perfectly fits the bill*.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 10:33 AM UTC
Induced influences
of the portrayed reality
reflected from the
mirrors of (un)reality
nexus of the rays
entraps you in a bind
Counterfeit enthusiasm
of sinister designs
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Lines on the page are like my personal prison bars;
Where all my arresting thoughts are locked away.
Ink and me, worn and fading
As each calendar day is torn,
Crumpled and forgotten.
Like a black hole, my journal entraps the light;
The turning of a page only paints,
An image of one perpetually falling.
Spiraling endlessly towards a center
I will fall short of reaching.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:34 AM UTC
Walking through days as a zombie
Begins to remind you that nothing is as it was
And never will be again.
Numbness entraps me
Pick up my lifeless body
With your bare hands, I beg you
Darling don't let go.
Sinfulness no longer feels exciting or dangerous.
Sadness is no longer sadness.
Happiness is illusive.
Life has the tendency to lose its beauty
Because I cannot feel.
So why not take
One more cut to my wrist
One more sip from the glass
One more drag of the sweet smoke of forgetfulness.
One more dose of your potent love
Or your homicidal lust.
You were my ******* my addiction.
Consume me once again
And let me infatuate you once more.
So that I can stop feeling so dead.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
This year alone, death has engulfed my soul
like euphoria entraps an addict.
Instead of getting high I'm falling low.
There is pain in my soul and it's not escaping any time soon.
There is a door in my brain that has been locked from the first day I understood somebody I knew died.
Somebody I loved died.
They were gone like a burst of wind we cannot chase, but feel ever so quickly.
It wasn't my grandmother.
Who at age three I loved completely.
By age four there was no more grandmother to help me keep score of life.
She was on the moon for all I knew and now I know better.
From age four to six I didn't question it.
By age seven I forgot, why my grandmother wasn't a forget me not
Why she didn't come back after she disappeared like the flowers do
BUT
I could never forgive and forget.
I could never forgive a God for taking family away from over ten little girls.
10 little girls from age three to age sixty
Mother, Sister, Cousin, Grandma, Friend
I could never forget that grandma = moon.
yet, when I look in the dark sky I find myself full of surprise when I think of her under the glow of a white orb.
Why
I'm not so sure because
the reasons have blurred
Why
I'm not so sure
They say white is the color of purity
It is what you see before death,
And that's what makes it frightening
And it's okay
I was young and every day carved its own way.
Games
Friends
Family
And I guess after one death people think it's the end, but when a man so great came to his fall my heart went down with him
My heart broke
My mouth moved, but soul never spoke.
He may have been the second death that hit me hard, but
He was the true first.
Then another man took the blunder.
Thee weeks in and he fell under under the spell of unlimited sleep
And I cried
For the injustice of leaving five kids young
One thirteen
And one Twelve
One nine
One three
and (another) one (one)
My eyes were waterfalls
Mist
Noise
Gushing water
Yet, what I lacked to acknowledge was within every waterfall there's a rainbow.
The crystals fell creating puddles of salty pins.
They hurt to step on.
They hurt to think.
They create tiny stab wounds within my heart
Within my brain
Within my faith
They create spaces of emptiness
Spaces of freedom
that i seep from till one day I'll end
Some people say one death is the end.
I say it's the beginning
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
*A silent tempest of million waves.
Screaming against my psyche
with billion raves.
Unnerving my soul from
the clinges of hope.
Entangling my mind with elegant dope.
Even in calm, when i lie in my bed.
A beautiful destruction out there
in my head.
In every fight, it gets it's win.
Poisoning with notion, that i am the sin.
Entraps every light entering my soul.
Darkening me inside, dark like a mole.
Crashing and crushing me
with walls of despair.
Left on the sidewalk, beyond repair.
A wave is coming and
nature cannot save.
May be, I am meant to vanish in this
flagitious wave*.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
It is the immaculate consternation of my atrocious reputation,
for pulling intellectualism into the gutter.
For the transgressions I accumulated in a iniquitous fashion,
were merely the adoration's of rebellion.
The methodical maintenance of a maniacal mind set,
created in the interpretation of a world that fails to define me.
But I digress from my reasoning to articulate an irrefutable way of believing,
that love, is what started it all.
Infringing on the desolation of the psyche that wants to be free,
but inevitably entraps its own self.
A true Gemini fabulous and terrible, in all their splendor,
are a mass of waling contradictions wrapped in an enigma.
So to say that it is slightly genius, without a tinge of insanity,
would surely be an exercise in futility.
There are two sides to a coin, a Yin and Yung,
the things that defines us, is being in constant change.
Intuition is strong, but decision not so great,
if I could do half of both choices,
it's a path I'd gladly take.
No longer is there hiding,
no more walking on the fence,
no longer will I settle or be a part of false pretense.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Her smile lasts a lifetime
To one's heart
She styles with a cultivating conformity
Her silk short hair holds a traditional divergence
Fewr words can describe her soulful beauty
How can a man maintain her innocence?
As waterfalls sends droplets
Her visional lustrous appeal
Entraps
A dissertation of enjoyment
Sep 7, 2009
Sep 7, 2009 at 11:29 PM UTC
A new force begins in this century
With ancient notions of greed and scarcity
It pushes us hard
It hits our home
But last time i checked
We aren't alone
In fact we are more than enough
Community is key when the times are tough
And in numbers we hold still
We hold steady
We hold true
We are ready
And as we stand, shaken, surrounded, subdued and silent
Still we stand strong, together and without violence
And it all starts there
It all starts when we start to care
By separating past and present
By stimulating body and mind
By speaking out when something's left unspoken
We can find solace in these soul-less times
Within moments we are undefeated
In these moments we are truly divine
So exhaust yourself
Brake yourself
Challenge yourself
Remake yourself
And if you still don't understand the truth to the questions
And you still have to ask a selfish and backhanded 'WHY?'
Then fine
Lets find
Lets define some final answers to the demons in your mind
Have you considered that perhaps together if we share them
Lay it all out and bare them
That half the fear of it all
Might just simply unwind?
No way you say?
Well what if i told you
That the vessel that holds 'it' all in
Your pain
Your struggle
Your self proclaimed entitlement to 'sin'
Those things that you thought was just yours to fight alone at home without having ever known you aren't the only one that fights it on your own....
Your disdain for the insane frame that entraps your brain that leaves us crippled and maimed through what feels like the end of days.....
What if i told you
That your own shell is the only thing
That's truly stopping real change from happening?
That the struggle from within each of our minds defines the rest of time well at least the rest for all of mankind?
You.
Me.
We.
Everybody.
We must reach through it.
Cause if we don't, who in hells name is going to pursue it?
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
It wasnt often but when I did
Ardbeg would speak in my stead
and Ardbeg then would rule my head
It would speak the words I never could,
the words that should never be said
She entraps me in her golden snare
her pungent aroma fills the air
and the level of the liquid there
slowly and surely drops
The words oft unsaid then leave my mouth
for Ardbeg takes control
and speaks for me
The amber nectar in that bottle there
took my soul then destroyed the love I had
She has now gone, taken part of me
but the Ardbeg still remains
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
Sometimes my hands get really itchy
like my bones are trying to crawl their way out of
the skin that entraps them
I get really nervous when I can’t write
You speak in riddles and you're making me crazy
And last night I told you that if hell was real
According to Dante there are 7 levels
and I think I belong in all of them
And we talked about heaven
and you said that you think heaven could be here on earth
And I laughed and said maybe in bits and pieces
but I think my heaven is all chopped up
And then it was silent for a long time
and I realized that you were subtly saying
that it felt like it was heaven with me
Maybe I just shouldn’t speak but I want you to realize is
I am all dark and sin
I am rust on your shine
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
and I never thought I could fathom
distance
distance is the space between your brain and heart that entraps all of your secrets webbed between
distance
distance is the gaping hole of your mouth when I first told you that I loved you
distance
distance is what rips our hearts to shredded material as they try to reach each other but they simply cannot
and I never thought I would fathom distance
distance is the air time that my tears have before they decide to land explosively on my pillow every night
distance enables the heart to yearn
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
A sylph appears beneath the night -
beguiling smile and touch invite...
As honey flows and nectar drips,
Sweet laughter ripples 'cross her lips...
Her crystal eyes are flashing blue -
They beckon with a ***** hue...
Her silken strands of flaxen hair
Are waving wildly in the air...
The music plays, her swirling dance
Entraps me in a mystic trance...
She disappears as nighttime wanes -
I'm left bewitched, my soul in chains...
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
It’s been a more than a week now
I still welcome the feeling
Bleak, sad, melancholic
As the sun kisses the day goodbye
As the red petals fall to the coarse ground
No grace no energy, no charm.
I had a deep fall, painful and chronic
A fall without any precaution
To him deemed unworthy
As committing a sin so passionate
As not following orders so easy
Everything came smooth, yet mistaken and immediate.
At all times, my mind entraps the thoughts
Of his sweet words and warmth
So sudden, they had perished
So hasty he has changed
As the wind blows the leaves of a dying cypress tree
As the strong waves erode the coast
Puzzled now how to mend
The shattered dream he had left hanging
To move on as if he never existed
To comfort thyself, and live life anew
As the caterpillar metamorphoses to a butterfly
As the sun creeps in the mountains to give light for a new day.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
In Carson you took my hand as we crossed the whitecapped river - cold water cramping toes, we minced our way along algaed rocks like cats tiptoeing on ice
But in Tillamook we hunted Dungeoness crab and I roared for you
Did you hear?
We were hunting our kin - and I wondered if this could be sacrilege to the Cancers, perhaps not
But I heard the quiet "Thankyou," given to each one as you lowered them into the *** the reverence in your voice soothed me like the pounding of the Pacific arm along that beach - my own golden shore -
I thought I had lost it you see -
Hidden in the dunes we consumed the flesh of the ***** and sat down to watch the sun melt into the blue
I wanted to say thank you too
But the words escaped me like your bandanna flying out from the truck
Like those ***** in the bay below who felt us tugging at the lines and crawled out of the ascending baskets, escaping death from our mouths
I like to think that we are them as well
Because we both run from comfortable prisons, the pillow that cradles the head but entraps the heart.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
She sets fire to everything she touches,
I think as my mind burns.
*I can't have anything, she takes it away.
Engulfs it. Entraps it.
Monopolizes it.
I can't have anything of my own.*
I am sent spiraling into a retrograde.
Screaming at her to stop
as I try to grab the things out of my
burning house.
"DON'T TOUCH THIS, DON'T TOUCH THIS DON'T TOU--"
Everything she touches turns to ember.
She will ruin everything I love.
I just need to hold on to one thing.
Anything.
She sets fire to everything that is mine!
My mind burns.
I scramble to save anything I can salvage
as the flames bellow in
and the smoke engulfs the room.
"COME BEFORE THE FIRE GETS TO YOU.
DON'T TOUCH IT, DONT TOUCH IT, DONT TOUCH--"
It's a race between me and the flames
as they dance around the floor, walls,
ceiling.
The room is swallowed in smoke,
and I stagger outside
coughing and swaying.
I can't salvage anything before the entire
house burns down.
I look,
disheartened at the place where
foundation used to be.
Nothing now but rubble and wispy smoke,
knowing this would happen from the beginning.
"Look what she did," I say as I clutch the lighter.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC