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Tag Archives: Imprisoned

Forbidden landscapes

07 Thursday Jul 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 38 Comments

Tags

(un)liberated, A girl's dream, Art, Behind bars, Dreaming of freedom, Imprisoned, Longing, Magpie Tales, Painted dreams, The grass is greener on the other side, Vincent Van Gogh, Yearning

The original painting is a Vincent Van Gogh creation, and it's titled "Wheat field with rising sun". The credits for this digitized image here go to Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

She watched
as honeyed rays
dripped with warmth,
spilling their zest
all over town,
painting it gold

She smiled
as downy soft spores
absently brushed against
another pollen shoulder (or two)
while on their hurried paths
to a yearning flower

She sighed
like the gentle breeze
that in its achromaticity,
seemed to carry
a colorful tune
to every ear that cared to pause

She thought
with a hint of wistfulness
how all seemed
so beautiful there
– from this side of a rigid fence –


**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 72) – get inspired, and see how the others were inspired by this prompt **

Without punctuation

15 Wednesday Sep 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 156 Comments

Tags

Imprisoned, Inescapable, Jailed, Life, Mental asylum, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Sentenced

Image credits: Photobucket.com

The gates have shut
Walls have risen
Kicked in the gut
In this mindless prison

I feel remorse… I confess

Bound and gagged
Chained and beaten
My body dragged
And soul all eaten

I am punished… I bear

No ounce of scope
For my release
Within, I mope
While on my knees

I need freedom… I escape

Surrounded by sea
But I can’t swim
Hopes to be free
Are very dim

I feel challenged… I try

This menacing ray
Filling my cell
Sounding too gray
Like a resounding knell

I am afraid… I craze

I’ve tried to run
But all in vain
Faced by a gun
I’m trapped again

I feel helpless… I fail

Now none to bait
Nothing to pry
So I lie in wait
To rot and die

I give in… I finally give up…


**Posted for One Shot Wednesday, hosted this week by Adam Dustus. I also recommend you to visit the other amazing poets here as well… You will not regret it.. :)**

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