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Ahmed Gamel Mar 28
Who is right—us or them?
None stand pure, all condemn.
Same mistakes, the same old tricks,
a world that bends to the strongest sticks.

They want what they want—flawless, bright,
a hollow dream wrapped up in light.
A lie that grips, that shapes the mind,
none escape, none unwind.

Broken thoughts, blind beliefs,
like flies drawn close to tainted grief.
They circle, they feed, they take their share,
but none ask why, none even dare.

All fear when new thoughts rise,
the steps of change beneath closed eyes.
A world still wears the same old gloves,
different hands, but still it shoves.

Never bow to a stick, break free,
step ahead, seek, question, see.
Rise before they bring decay,
before they mold minds into clay.

No stick will feed the hungry mind,
no chains can hold the ones who find—
the truth, the cracks, the space between,
where freedom waits, unheard, unseen.
"Sticks and Fish" explores the conflict between control and freedom, questioning societal norms that demand submission. It reflects on the flawed nature of both the world and the people within it, highlighting the struggle between blind obedience and the hunger for deeper understanding. The poem challenges authority, urging minds to break free from imposed limitations and seek their own truths.
ahintofpoetry Mar 19
Control is a moment fleeting,
A fading feeling in-between fate.
Therefore, it's said that love just happens.
Clearly, it's a lie too great.
"F*ck you, my puppeteer..
A Fool you make of Me!"
But when I look up,
I see the strings strung tight
around fingertips of mine.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Don't look back to me like that at all.
"Who is to blame of the land?
Why, it seems control was in your hand.."
'Verkering' is Dutch for relationship, but it's older meaning isn't used any more in this time, which is 'something that happened'. It inspired me to write this poem.
Lamar Mar 19
You bleed over my lashes, blurring my vision.
I see only what you let me.  
Is there an escape, or is this all I've ever known?

You slick down my skin, coiling around my neck.
Heavy and gilded, you press and press.
My pulse hammers against your walls.
How do I breathe when every inhale feels like suffocation?

You seal my lips like an amber muzzle,
gluing my tongue to silence.
I scream, but my voice dissolves into you.
Do you hear me, or is my silence sweeter?

You creep over my limbs like vines,
dragging me under and I am clothed in your ruin.
I claw at the surface but my fingers slip.
You fill my lungs and run through my veins,
flooding me with no resistance.

I let you take me, let you coat my ribs.
Merged with you, will I ever be free?

Was I ever mine to begin with?
Adam Torch Mar 17
I wanted to catch the air
and pet the stray on the street.
To cage a bird who wants
nothing but freedom.

What did I learn?

Air will leave the room you rush in,
cats don't trust hands,
and birds will only stay
as long as you feed them.
failed
transformation

broken
Metamorphosis

you were not Gifted
or
Cursed

now you are split
not merged
not strong

your butterfly
has malformed wings

good
Monster
striking
failing
unable to comprehend
who
you
are

I thought you could be a
role model
an example on
who I should be

but now I see
you showed me what I must do
but not how to do it

you do not understand
you don't know
who
you
are

the beautiful thing
you could have become

you are lost
split
broken

I inherited this creature, this Monster
from you

but I understand it
accept it
embrace it!

my Metamorphosis will succeed
Alii Semper Vincemus!
you will see
I will show you
who
you
are

you are broken
clinging desperately to
shaky
control
you must see that it's not working
you will break
and then you will see
who
you
are

I love you anyway
You failed your Metamorphosis
failed your Monster
failed yourself

I will learn from your mistakes
I am Dr. Jekyll but I have a Miss. Hyde,
Miss. Hyde i struggle each day & try to hide,
It’s a constant battle, a constant war,
I feel it want to crawl out from my core

I wear my masks, the faces of happy & bright,
To hide the bitter inner struggle, out of sight,
Long ago due to pride, my soul I would sell,
I feel Miss. Hyde waiting & wanting to break-free & rebel.

Miss. Hyde, in the mirror I see its sinister grin,
A creature born from a prideful sin,
Lurking, I know what it wants, I know it’s biding its time,
Watching & waiting for a moment of weakness to climb.

It comes with a malicious voice, it starts to speak,
When night falls, I cannot let sloth take over & be weak,
Miss. Hyde whispers, its urges to be let out is strong,
Filled with greedy wants it knows is wrong.

But i resist & i fight to keep it in its cage,
Miss. Hyde hates it with a wrathful rage,
I lock it up, i hide the creature deep,
But its gluttony is overflowing & can seep.

My freedom it may envy, but it will never see the light,
So let Miss. Hyde’s madness shout, claw & bite,
I will tame the beast, as I alone hold the key,
To keep Miss. Hyde from running free.

In the depths of my despair, it lingers there,
Miss. Hyde’s lustful wants are hard to bear,
But i choose to be good & do what is right,
Even if for the rest of my life I must fight.

And I may have sold my soul,
Miss. Hyde may try to take control,
But i battle on & will never yield,
I still know right from wrong, that is my shield.

So i will strive & no sin will i abide,
Though Miss. Hyde may reside inside,
And the creature may try to get into my head,
I’ll tame the beast & never will I allow it to be fed.
I did something fun in this poem, lets see if you can figure it out, let me know if you know what it is or need a clue, Enjoy.
Ankush Mar 9
They walk .. slowly.

Flashing her distance... happily.

She follows the path... patiently.

She swallows the water... She walks.
Scared not , She walks .

She ran-
Breath quickened, fastened heart.
He stalks-
The eyes widened , sharp as steel.
She falls.

They come ...
She ran.
She falls -
She crumbled.

The way she got upset
The light she got stared...
The way she accepted ..
Her fate ensnared.

The way he was happy,
The evil bestowed
The way they asked her,
And she followed.
A girl being manipulated by some people ends up falling in their trap , because of her gullible nature, and unwillingness to fight back.
thepuppeteer Mar 8
A bird trapped in a cage cannot fly

I am a bird trapped in a cage
But oh how I yearn to soar

If that bird is set free
It will soar and fly
It will come back.

I was a bird trapped in a cage
Oh how I yearned to be free

When I was set free
I soared and flew
And I came back
Because I was given freedom
Gideon Mar 8
I have this fear.
I live under its control.
I follow its instructions to the letter.
I avoid its anger and shudder at its mere presence.

I want to reach out and grow,
but I am trapped by glass
walls custom-made for me.
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