Captive Poems

Behind these bars my heart is full of pain behind these bars I’m alone and only I’m to blame for I have walked down the path of darkness for so many years now behind these bars I sit with eyes

Part I Has the spring of poetry faded away? In a deluge of falling leaves, When the shadows and lights are at play, Like transient doubts and beliefs. Have words become faceless apparitions, Gazing into the boundless night, At ancient

Hey ! happy riders ! All set for a pleasure trip ? Would you please take me along Or just share your ambitious plan ? ” Up the hills and down to the vales Across the streams and rivers on

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

Hope burns bright…lighting the way through the darkness…it vanishes…dreams of tomorrow, torn away…walls crumble…and he who dwells amongst the shadows…strikes without warning…his poison fills me…corrupting my body, my mind, my soul…forced to suffer…a captive made…chained, forever cursed…my nightmare, a twisted

The red brick wall was old and cracked, but still was strong and active; all covered by a tough old Vine that made the wall its captive. Each year in Spring, the vine grew leaves of green and tiny flowers,

Although just one snake is well known in that so-called paradise, actually there were tons of them. When we ran away, I was never so happy. My feet no longer touching swarms of mushy poison. Fruit smelled to high heaven

Under the whisper of lunar night, draws this captive heart to your light. Of you, one day to have and to hold, May my love be blessed, as bold As I walk amid meadows frosted glaze, grasses faint breath moistens

His last breath….. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white linen sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain… but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons… at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go

a kiss on lips, returns with a blunt style, in perfumed demeanor! I did not hear with absolute eyes, a captive in chained feet, for self-defence; all the shades of red were walking on ocean, a black skull glides: the

Perhaps a word of encouragement, for you is overdue Perhaps it’s not my job, to try to comfort you Just know that in this moment, my intentions are for good But my intentions rarely work out, the way that I

Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has

What an incredible adventure this love affair has been So many wondrous things that I have felt and I have seen So many special places that left such a tender mark A myriad of memories forever etched upon my heart

She told me to../She hold my hand while i wallow in cry, war has end that was what i thought it will be, destruction in captive , that is what we will all be, soldiers against us, that what it

Father It’s a cloud of Irritability followed by a wrath of hostility. Help me because I don’t want to walk in displeasure For I know better. That with you I can do all things and be such a beautiful Priceless

I sit by my window every morning, Wanting, willing to write a poem. The pen in my hand yearns to touch the blank paper, Like a lover yearns to touch the beloved. The paper breathes patiently, The warm sun brushes

her innocence tumbled out behind her crumbs on the forest floor the spent her twenties sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul scent of sandalwood shade of kohl the thighs of her jeans were torn out by effort, not fashion

  ” Somebody should annihilate my-self, It’s an Albatross like some pelf ! Loving somebody is a feeling of two in one, Alas! Now ‘I’ and ‘You’ are jettisoned ! Cross to bear that silence without you, Such silence brought

Cold fingers, glowing face Head down, thumbs up Red eyes, watery and strained Our heads ache from the new emperor’s reign. There’s buzzing pockets A reminder that it’s always there and the people on the other side demand our attention

Have written a million words still there is want for more, have wandered a thousand miles still no destiny in sight. Each day pegs a new hope some of it denial, some of it pure hope, struggle to keep my

Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a

The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of

His last breaths…. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain, but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go to

Surge in hidden chastity enters the torch but the enemy was within. Brown clouds over the black carbon, glaciers were melting; the assault rifle stands alone in snow. This was not ignorance, a purposeful denial of white truce in the

Cannot stare coming on terror radar. Every night there was Celsius rise in deadpeace. The climate debt of a dark cloud was changing. What is going to happen, tell me blindfolded. We have a never or nothing attitude. The roads

The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone

I close my eyes, I see a face, Time has passed at a splendid pace, It was a scorching sunny day, With rains of happiness on the way, A day to remember, a day to dare, I was to promise

How happy are you in your new world? What did I do to not deserve a place there? How much love do you receive everyday? Ever wondered if I could have offered more? Crying your loss is easy, Crying without

How will you carry the mount of tears in the vally of temples? Kites flowing in sky of beings-egos-denials and repeals. Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper of cage, under the shadow of golden roses, walking with blue

I don’t trust this calm, This serene state of now Clean and fair is fake, Bitter black holds my charm. Of course we’ll choose the light. Though I love you more on darker days. Burning, shining, crazed but real Pulling

My body chills, This is my final croak. I thought I’d have thrills, But I fear his black cloak. His face, nothing but bone. His stance is but a leader. He had such a sweet tone. His breath was like

Dear readers, Reader’s Digests denote That readers read and clearly emote Their feelings out and try to devote Their money and time for this rowboat. The mind that reads it will surely vote Their success that is sure to roam

A beautiful rose To those who enjoy the smell of its fragrance and admire its beauty A rose will always display its charming looks and delicious aroma which only a rose holds uniquely And to those looking to pluck it,

You say come and live with me if you want to be free who cares what people think I am all you need so don’t be afraid I promise you, you can trust me baby Well and I did feel

I keep you trapped between my jaws. my silence breeds more silence in the spaces between my teeth. I let you witness my infinitude. I let my madness consume us. Do you fear me now? I keep you close between

Sometimes I just sit and observe its serene soft white splendor It makes me calm, tranquil and peaceful and full of vigor Its pure white glow makes everything look calm and nicer Even people’s faces look friendlier illuminated whiter It

I fall. Into the deep blue I know, I know the ocean’s troughs won’t ever let me go. But my heart aches. as I rekindle your smallness my sweet beloved son my pure and gentle boy. But I am here

Where do we go from here? faceless ones causing death, what do they hope to gain? by creating all this pain. Is the cause so great, in this head full of hate, to maim and kill a child, does this

One man went to bed late last night while the moon shone hopeful and so bright. He woke up with a dream fresh in his mind, a dream of people who lived to be kind. His dream was full of

Dance of the Cobra In the shadow of a Supernova Somewhere in the Mist of the Sea Desire encircling You and me The smell of you is Intoxicating and has me Rising to the occasion Tonight as do Your eye’s