Trapped Poems - Poems about Trapped

Freedom is a bird with broken wings in the modern world, trapped in invisible cages of indifference, Reflecting destiny as a silent shadow, the immutable aspects of existence embrace us with cold arms, Death, an artist of limits, carves the boundaries of our lives with the chisel of relentless time, Each human being becomes a prisoner in their...

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We are not trapped by iron bars ~ but by vibrating strings in a play Stars, atoms, creatures and time itself are string figures still quivering Ten heavens are trapped together by these unseen strings still weaving All between the innumerable fingers of Saklas, still twisting (Inspired by the scientific hypothesis of string theory, which states...

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In the airport, there’s nothing to do. But they’re taking off at once. I didn’t decide to. The luggage just appeared. My feet almost got chewed off. But I started my poem just in time. I decided to feel the vibes of the day. But then a bee flew by and I forgot. You should write things. Sometimes...

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TRAPPED Reslise me from my prison , entrapt within this haze . Caught within this cloud of smoke , reflection looking crazed . Stolen by addiction the days have turned to years . I feel the beast inside me as his feeding on my fears . My screams for help are silenced , the words...

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In two weeks, the Loy Krathong will begin. 12th in the Lunar calendar, atone for a sin. Floating specks, like us but in the sky. The stars or the lanterns; fault of the eye. To beg for forgiveness to an imaginary friend. Hence the offerings galore faithful until the end. No one has seen Or known our humanely ruin; but we have fantasized. We still have mosaics, delusions, excuses, never considering if they were lies. There is...

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We are born into the abyss of existence, like birds trapped in cages of beginnings, we don't run toward death, but flee from the catastrophe of birth, hiding from truths, survivors who forget their first breath, like a dream lost in the mist of time, in each moment, we strive to forget the primordial cry that shattered our...

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In the depths of my soul, Is a longing to feel whole, All i have is this pain, The tears and screams in vain. Beyond the reaches of time, All i have is my rhyme. This useless brain, Harbours all the pain. No one can ever know how much I’ve tried, Through the tears that I’ve cried, I know I’m tired, But my brain will always...

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One too many mornings Two too many nights Three too many warnings An apostates delight Four too many judgments Five too many fears Six too many curses Raining — too many tears (Dreamsleep: March, 2025) ...

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I scratch a few words And lift my pen to see A waste paper basket Overflowing with need Stitched and twined of intrigue To vulnerable to say A togue tided insecurity With words I long to say ...

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Trapped in the labyrinth of appearances, we weave our stories like spiders of our own minds, We uphold an incomplete wisdom, a mix of fantasy and folly, which envelops us with shadows, Our words are echoes of the dark side, that part which whispers unanswered questions, It wonders if it's worth it — the repetitive routine, the perpetual...

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Beneath the thin veil of humanity, where the heart flutters like a trapped butterfly, Lies the stir of an ancestral cruelty, a seed deeply buried, In the soil watered by the tears of compassion and the silent blood of struggle, We are sculpted from the duality of nature, where claw and caress coexist, Each breath a battle between light...

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I retreat into myself, Cursing my name like an idiom. I realise my curse; It is but this phase I have dived into. I just detach myself from the glass. It is always a stressful game. I long for the heavenly pride— Such a tide comes when I take such a stride! I cannot help but wait for a lasting punishment. I...

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I clean and cook. I nod my head and I forget your faults. So, why won’t you let me play? I’ve been staring out the window all day. I steam and starch your shirts, I pretend to sleep when you leave at night. I don’t want to be a disgrace, but please, let me leave this place. I finished folding the laundry, and...

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If I ask you ... “How Does A Watch Work” And you say ... “Keep An Eye On The Time” The anecdote preying answer naysaying Pathway to reason — unrhymed (Dreamsleep: January, 2025) ...

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a match of hope struck in all-engulfing darkness ~ glowing spark dims out ...

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