"prisoned" poems
O Thou who at Love’s hour ecstatically
Unto my lips dost evermore present
The body and blood of Love in sacrament;
Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be
The inmost incense of his sanctuary;
Who without speech hast owned him, and intent
Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,
And murmured o’er the cup, Remember me!—
0 what from thee the grace, for me the prize,
And what to Love the glory,—when the whole
Of the deep stair thou tread’st to the dim shoal
And weary water of the place of sighs,
And there dost work deliverance, as thine eyes
Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!
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I am a shadow,
a shadow of myself,
a shadow stalking the dark.
Pulled into the void,
from the things I saw,
And the things I heard.
I am a shadow trapped within my mind,
a shadow trapped within itself.
A prisoned soul,
a broken mind,
an empty shell.
A wish to be whole,
but shattering into pieces.
People around me,
walk past without noticing me,
without noticing the burden I bear that tore myself apart.
No one sees the mask I wore,
no one notices the shadow trapped within,
no one cares,
no one really knows who I am.
Words,
pierces through me,
trying to hurt me.
Too much experience,
I am numb.
The rope, the rope
Is it my salvation,
The way to freedom?
To free myself from expectation,
Take away my burden,
Shatter the mask I cannot take off?
It won't hurt anymore, right?
After all,
No one will notice if I disappeared.
They don't care.
Things are so much clearer,
So much brighter,
So vibrant,
I’m soaring through the sky,
I’m free.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
~
*A blood promise
On the threshing floor
--a strand named Skull of Sidon.
The sunset passage
No longer a place for them,
The acceptance of absolute negation
Remedios the beauty.
Saint Fishermen churn in the waves
Crushing grapes from the estate,
Even the girl with the silver eyes,
Only then will their house be blessed.
Women uncharted,
But prisoned on watery shore,
Hum a silent prayer.
This is atonement day,
May grace be with them
In all the days ahead.*
~
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
So as much as this Drama does persist
Your Prisoned Warning tugs at my Cool Shirt
Asking me to take Prudence and desist
In bashing Silence to where it would hurt
Now engraved in Copper I will make Clear:
For all my Writ Plagues I Apologise,
Deep in use plug Buds to that Trumpet's Ear
If Empathy a Letter in disguise
This my Friend's Spy; Deploy to high pursuit
Waving that Placard in belated claim
Which tastes folly less on a nutty boot
And Reprimand stamped on his just Remain.
Such I learned that Friendship's Best takes no Force
I Follow my Heart; Now you Follow yours.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
[Dedicated to K.M.Ward]
"I will arise and go unto my father"
MALKUTH
Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe.
Only ablove me is a citron tinge
As if some echo of red, gold and lue
Chimed on the night and let its shadow through.
Yet I who am thus prisoned and exiled
Am the right heir of glory, the crowned child.
I match my might against my Fate's
I gird myself to reach the ultimate shores,
I arm myself the war to win:-
Lift up your heads, O mighty gates!
Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors!
The King of Glory shall come in.
TAU
I pass from the citrine:deep indigo
Is this tall column. Snakes and vultures bend
Their hooted hate on him that would ascend.
O may the Four avail me ! Ageless woe,
Fear, torture, throng the treshold. LO1 The end
Of Matter ! The immensity of things
Let loose -new laws, new beings, new conditions;-
Dire chaos; see ! these new-fledged wings
Fail in its vagueness and initiations.
Only my circle saves me from the hate
Of all these monsters dead yet animate.
I match, &c.;
YESOD
Hail, thou full moon, O flame of Amethyst !
Stupendous mountain on whose shoulders rest
The Eight Above. More stable is my crest
Than thine -and now I pierce thee, veil of mist!
Even as an arrow from the war-bow springs
I leap -my life is set with loftier things.
I match, & c.
SAMECH ( and the crossing of the Path of Pe)
Now swift, thou azure shaft of fading fire,
Pierce through the rainbow! Swift, O swift! how streams
The world by! Let Sandalphon and his quire
Of Angels ward me!
** what
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Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain -- -
Soft arms that woo me to relent
And woo me to detain.
Ah, could they ever hold me there
Gladly were I a prisoner!
Dearest, through interwoven arms
By love made tremulous,
That night allures me where alarms
Nowise may trouble us;
But lseep to dreamier sleep be wed
Where soul with soul lies prisoned.
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Fragile night
prisoned sorrow
Bleak future
loveless life,
Dream distant
Passion severe
Path thorny
Destination unclear,
You leaving
no one around
need you most
You not around
adrift, ashore
alive, in control
I'm not mad
and bad
and mad,
Not missing you,
Your absence
is
not desirable
I'm not breakin...
I mean bre...brek...breeeeeeekkk...br...ing
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 4:54 PM UTC
Come prisoned moon in steep cloud-fastnesses,—
Throned queen and thralled; some dying sun whose pyre
Blazed with momentous memorable fire;—
Who hath not yearned and fed his heart with these?
Who, sleepless, hath not anguished to appease
Tragical shadow’s realm of sound and sight
Conjectured in the lamentable night?…
Lo! the soul’s sphere of infinite images!
What sense shall count them? Whether it forecast
The rose-winged hours that flutter in the van
Of Love’s unquestioning unreveale’d span,—
Visions of golden futures: or that last
Wild pageant of the accumulated past
That clangs and flashes for a drowning man.
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Yes she was fragile.
Yes she had a fake smile.
People conjectured her life was a dream come true
Did anyone ever come to ask her out of the blue?
No, her life wasn’t a fairy tale.
For every time she tried to stay happy, she failed
They may call it a castle but it was definitely a jail
Who knew behind the smile was craving,
Inside she was asking for one saving.
Han, you got it right he was just another stud
Trying to take off the petals from the bud The situation was just like a prisoned bird.
As tears rolled down her red cheeks
She wondered what she seeks.
This was not how she wanted it to happen.
For life was even more darkened.
She knew she wasn’t happy,
But she didn’t want to make her life more shabby.
She kept trying to fight that grudge,
And started to live on that chocolate fudge.
This was not what her heart was wanting
Every time she closed her eyes her brain was shouting.
Maybe he wasn’t bad after all
Maybe he didn’t want her to fall.
But it was too late to decide,
Lying in her bed she just wanted to hide.
Life had left her with no option
Maybe it was time for another love adoption.
Yes, she was fragile
Yes she had a fake smile.
She tried! She tried to build that spark,
But she couldn’t, maybe because they had different hearts.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
How long woman is wild when she is alone?
How far woman can reach without her soulmate?
How quick woman can fall in her endless waiting!
How fun woman can die if she is alone in big house!
How strong woman can fight looking her husband die?
How big woman can dream if her husband is not rich?
Which wills woman can have if her husband is poor?
Which knot can win woman to unknot if her husband is bleeding?
Which well can be nearly for widowed **** woman?
Which well can be so far for kind widowed woman?
Which heart woman can have if her children are prisoned?
Which decision woman can take if prison guard needs her to ler her kids get out of steels?
How fun is man thinking he owns her wife's heart!
What happens when he is died so?
After understanding all that I asked my mind grandpa, how dare she talks women in that way he told me "all women not like that" and again " non kind hearted woman Are married with Sky"
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 8:40 PM UTC
Not even the way
the moon glows
and lights up the
night sky
can compare
to the sound of your
enticing heartbeat
thump
thump
thump
against your
prisoned chest
as your head lay
etched into my neck.
Not even the feel
of raindrops against
my cheeks
compares to
the feel of your hands
as they press into
my very palms,
run down my body,
even as you hold
my face with gentle
care.
Not even the smell
of freshly cut wood,
or baked cookies
compares to the smell
of your strong cologne,
nestled in the tiny
particles of your shirt
and nestled in the skin
of your neck.
Not even the sight
of a beautiful sunset
on the beach
or a lovely rainbow
full of distracting colors
compares to the sight
of your golden eyes
on a hot summer day,
or even your handsomeness
that's constantly showing.
Nothing
compares
to
you
a.m.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
her body rusting -
yes, they call me vagabond -
prisoned to wander.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
Running for a thousand places
Running for my very hide,
Running to obscure the traces
Run from those I can’t abide.
Pursued by the claw of guilders
Pursued by the Bank of Greed,
Running from the Ruin Builders
Run from those whose lust is need.
I’ve worked to build a modest holding
Worked to feel a pride secured,
Family of love enfolding
Sanctity midst world endured.
Feel manipulations brooding
Moneys lust does intervene,
Those who have it all, concluding,
What is mine is theirs to glean.
Claw back by manipulators
Claw back by the fiends of greed,
Implacable cold calculators
Cut with Law to make me bleed.
Running for a thousand places
Running for my very hide,
Run to flee pursuing faces
Run from that I can’t abide.
Anguish at my walls collapsing
Wailing of my bride’s despair
Futility’s tomorrow lapsing
Monstrous as it flails me there.
Standing in a freezing stillness
Standing in this hall of time,
Forlorn in a prisoned illness
Greed has vanquished me and mine.
Marshalg
For the forgotten people who have been ruined by those, who call themselves the mighty.
Auckland N.Z.
9 February 2013
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
I think,
I'm dreaming right now,
Ensconced in a deep sleep
Just dreaming somewhere
Away from here
Where people just watch me sleeping.
I think,
That when Einstein said universe could be twisted and turned
He meant those labyrinths were an escape to the real world
The world we live in
Is just a simulation
All our work, all our sins,
Are just an examination
We are somewhere, detained and prisoned,
(Humanity is so bad thus that's my imagination)
Ony to speculate us
And decide if we deserve to live in the real world.
I think
There is a world of justice,
Different from our own
What we do here is what we get
We get flowers of the seeds we've sown.
I think,
What infants talk
Is a language of the real world
We're all given a second chance
Our thoughts have been swiped off,
We are in deep trance.
I think,
The reason why we fear God
Is because our God really watches us
Born and gone,
They have powers in their hands
It's those people on whom our judgement depends on.
I think,
We all come from hell,
No one's 'granted' a good life
We made mistakes, that's why people tell,
We're just equal
That there is heaven and hell
We've lived hell and now we aim for heaven
We don't want our lives to be torn
At last but not the least,
We'll be given the flowers of the seeds we've sown.
I think,
That you think it's useless to think of it,
But there's no wrong in fantasizing,
About a world fairer than this one,
But actually,
There's nothing left but to fantasize,
About a world better than our own,
That when we at last wake from our slumber to our judgement day,
We'll get the flowers of the seeds we've sown.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
.
Walking in the forest was I
when I heard a plaintiff cry
begging me to give her aid
a desperate and 'prisoned maid.
Locked up in a tower was she
all alone with her misery.
“I'll let my long hair down for thee
to climb up here and rescue me”.
I thought this was a little unwise,
a wicked glint tinged my eyes,
a knowing smile, and feeling smug,
I gave her hair a hefty tug.
Down she fell into my arms,
muttering curses, gushing charms.
Over and over we tumbled for fun
rolling about in the midday sun.
I noticed the rip in her dress
so her thigh I did fondly caress.
Respond in kind she promptly felt,
loosening off my trouser belt.
And her father's lock on her chastity
was no match for my skeleton key.
Even though he'd chained the door,
his daughter is a maiden no more.
© Pagan Paul (2017)
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been;
In the first days thy sword republican
Ruled the whole world for many an age’s span:
Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen,
Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen;
And now upon thy walls the breezes fan
(Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man!)
The hated flag of red and white and green.
When was thy glory! when in search for power
Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun,
And the wild nations shuddered at thy rod?
Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour,
When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One,
The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
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I shall never fall in love with one who left her glass shoe
Neither will I ask your hand just as the poisoned apple unchoke you.
Never will I dare marry one who in ages has been sleeping
Nor elope with a looong-haired damsel prisoned yet painting.
For there can never be a sweet fairy godmother
But mothers-in-law acting god and bitter!
And you tell me we shall live happily ever after
When you would not even taste that pumpkin in your platter?
Stop staring by your window waiting for your armored knight
He will not fetch you with his horse tainted white.
And will you please stop thinking those birds sing songs for you
Fairy tales are not meant for someone as unloving as you!
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 1:41 AM UTC
The sin was mine; I did not understand.
So now is music prisoned in her cave,
Save where some ebbing desultory wave
Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.
And in the withered hollow of this land
Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave,
That hardly can the leaden willow crave
One silver blossom from keen Winter’s hand.
But who is this who cometh by the shore?
(Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this
Who cometh in dyed garments from the South?
It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss
The yet unravished roses of thy mouth,
And I shall weep and worship, as before.
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For me
Happiness is illegal,
And
Sadness is my addiction.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
Gargling on the film of rain smatter
For what?
Into that blue, carve a square nest
That I can pour bar its clutter
Into my wrist
All but
Ruby blessed
Harrowed koi speckled and spatter
The semi colons
My indecisive pause or full stop
Leaves my head underwater
And the pop
Stolen
To offward hop
Glassy bottles, tubes of black
Know me well
A who that breathes this ending call
Can look and reaching back
From the fall
See fell
The absent bawl
Vanity violet and lied
Face me
The name of bunching petals different
As irises inside their wet ink hide
Back reflect
Come free
What I not expect
Matted layers compact swung panels
Either way
Open, to their cast of prisoned souls
Closed, to continue what may well
Unfold
A lily bay
Or ferric shoal
Jeweller for tonight has set
I am a bearer
Through murky depths resend no fact
And airless suspend the single bracelet
A pact
Sealed to wear
When I am lost in their black
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
You live in my mind
You never leave
If only to give, and never to receive
Why then must I constantly seek
Your face in every place
hoping for just a peak
How can one half move on so free
I wish that one half wasn’t you, I wish it were me
To be free from the bars you’ve prisoned me in
Nothing but the darkness of my thoughts to satisfy the sin
I envy how you can simply walk away, fine
If only I occupied your mind as much as you do mine
Is it our curse, will we always care more
Or is it just me, lost wondering what it is I’m looking for
Time will pass as it already has
And still I won’t heal as you certainly have
I pray, I wish for my own sanity
That as you occasionally catch a glimpse of me
You wonder the what if’s – what could have been
A flash of regret, some yearning again.
Wishful thinking, as always I will tell myself again
Just as I wish I could undo what I did.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
The wilted rose falls, and the crow cries for a crimson savior. The dawn brakes the glass under the skin, happily broken, a mess in their favor. To sad to stupid, the dust feeds our lungs, to the roads we take, pushing for a martyr. Iam uncomfortable with this weather, iam uncomfortable with this pleasure. From this sick story makes holes in the air, an empty space left to hold in. Bewilder the sharp tongues and edges for they wander out in the open. Waiting to exploit the prisoned and ****** For i don't control the bird in the cage, i only control whether it lives or dies. And i can't even keep my hands clean sometimes, cuts seeped in filth and end-trail vines. Burdens blaze and feelings decay for our humanity, its like greed wrung dry from the stains of our lives. Another rose falls and only a few fade while the rest of us still need, we still need. For there is never plenty, as long someone still breathes.
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 7:38 PM UTC
No longer weep for me when I am gone,
Nor gaze upon this stiffened corpse once more.
Shadows slanting worn sundial on the lawn
Remind you sadly of sweet days before.
Bring me no flowers to wilt and decay
As if toys as this comfort to me gain.
Can such thy sufficient love relay
When I in my eternal sleep be lain?
Neath rugged yew tree's shade ne'er more to wake.
As unceasing ages roar forth their rage
Each ephemeral bubble too must break.
Unloose the prisoned linnet from her cage!
Roll on thou raging storm of blackest life
In all thy fury of vain human strife!
~Hilda~
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
*I was freed from my
shackles by your love.
My soul now soars up
above in God's velvet
skies the way white turtle
doves do. And the air
entered my lungs after
you breathed poetry
down my throat the
moment you kissed me
against your bedroom
wall. As we stood shy
saying our vows and
our I do's. I'm no longer
prisoned , for my
shackles have broken
and the time has come
to know what it's like to
be truly living in the
heavens you hold
between your arms
without any fear of a
mother's love chocking
me deep down to the
bone and telling me
right from wrong* ~
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
I've seen the days of thunder
I've seen the eves of rain
I've rejoiced the sunshines
I've crawled in the frozen dusk
In thy naivety...
Thought the thunder was better
than the rain?
Or the sun was better than the haze?
What caused thy thunder, sunshine, rain and the mist
Doth not even exist?
Veiled in the cloak of ignorance
Believed thou prisoned a free soul
Truth be uttered , none but thee became the prisoner of nothingness
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC