Best Captor Poems
In love with poetry, spellbound am I-
by force, that takes me to the land of words.
Beyond control, this power has its way
that leads me to present my heart and soul.
This overwhelming power captures me;
like an addiction, I consume fine words
for them to shape the thoughts within my mind;
create great imagery that can be read.
Most poets know this overwhelming pain
of finding special words to paint a theme;
this search for me becomes a magic hunt
of hide and seek to capture them like prey.
Consuming is this poet’s gift of pen;
the task can be a tiresome marathon
of hours or days, and yet, if lucky can
flow out in minutes on the first clean page.
This love of writing poetry runs deep;
an inner urge that cannot be dispelled;
as captor, captive both, my inner goal-
to find some balance in completed works.
Categories:
captor, poetry, poets, words,
Form:
Free verse
I am a girl,
Everyone sees it.
I graciously accept the label,
Twirling in a girls spool,
And playing it up for others.
Sometimes I feel an itch,
In a place I can't reach.
There are times when it quells,
When my voice cracks,
And I am somewhere else.
Where my hair is to my neck,
And my voice bellows.
But I am brought back to reality,
Because I am a girl.
He comes out again,
Stilling me when girls are asked to line up,
Twitching when a teacher asks for a 'strong boy',
I hold him back,
A slap on the wrist,
A prisoner in a cell.
But in the deepest of my thoughts,
I am free,
Completely and utterly.
He is with me,
Unchained,
But it ends every morning I wake.
I step out of the shower,
Hair cascading down,
As I stand in front of my reflective captor,
A deep rumbling comes from inside me,
And he bubbles up to the surface,
Itching and scraping at my soul.
I claw at the confines of my chest,
And he bursts out like dynamite,
Sparks flowing,
Tingles of electricity follow my nerves,
And I truly see him,
Staring back at me,
He smiles softly and my eyes open wide,
The words linger on the tip of my tongue,
But they stay rooted in my brain,
As him and I both realize,
I am a boy.
Categories:
captor, boy, gender, girl, teenage,
Form:
Free verse
Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.
In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.
These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.
For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.
Categories:
captor, anger, angst, dark, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
I need to hide
to drown my sorrow
to not feel obligated to stay a secret
the darkness to blanket my self inflicted pain
the thunder to stifle my screams
the lightening to set me on fire
I need it to rain...
I need to be revitalized and invigorated
to feel serene and tranquil
to be calm and collected
the darkness to bring me peace
the thunder to direct my mind
the lightening to guide my heart
I need it to rain...
I need to escape
to feel the ground at my feet
to feel the wind in my hair
the darkness to blind my captor
the thunder to clap in approval
the lightening to sever my shackles
I need it to rain...
I need to grow
to heighten my potential
to cultivate and thrive
the darkness to shelter my fraility
the thunder to ward off any imminent danger
the lightening to strike as my weapon
I need it to rain...
I need to be laid to rest
for someone to cry for me
for someone to long for me
the darkness to resemble my abscence
the thunder to echo my voice through your ears
the lightening to flash visions of me before your eyes
I need it to rain...
Categories:
captor, change, courage, depression, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
My racing heart through silence seeps
a pitter-pattered tempo keeps
while all the world about me sleeps
so quietly in the night.
I sense a ghastly ghoul creep
a lurid wretch my conscious sweep
I fight it, but I softly weep
so quietly in the night.
Above the seas, beyond the moon
confined in heavens black cocoon
who plays that haunting deathly tune
so quietly in the night?
What will my captor now decree?
Shall I know life, shall I go free…
or shall the devil come for me
so quietly in the night?
Befitting rain to match my tears
reflecting all these gripping fears
as light forever disappears
so quietly in the night.
08/22/15
Submission for contest: Rain and Dark, Isolated Places
Hosted by: Pendleton Arkwright
Categories:
captor, anxiety, dark, death, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Ideas Trapped By An Inactive Mind
Your mind is hidden in darkness
Thoughts trapped in deep crevasses
Their screams echoes through deathly shadows
Attacked and strangled at their every move
The struggle against invisible shackles
Drawing blood as they fight their captor
Demons search for ideas ripping them apart
Stripped skin strewn across an evil world
A world created from depression and mania
Leaving the ideas disemboweled in the frenzied heat
Blood, skin and guts boil under the demon’s breath
Screams of torture and pain fill the void left by random thoughts
Still alive they choke on the stale sulfuric air
Waiting to die while hoping to be saved
A quick mind lights the darkness
Giving new life to near dead ideas
The strongest fight while the weakest wither and die
The rise through the darkness
Rising into the light they look back
They see the lost ideas dying beneath them
They care about what was lost
What ideas will never see the light of day
And they grieve as they come to light
And they will be told and retold
For that is what ideas are meant to be
Shared by the entire world not killed
Murdered by an inactive mind
Categories:
captor, death, depression, sad, world,
Form:
Free verse
Driving home from work one day
The traffic makes it slow
Check the cars beside me
As they travel to and fro
One minute I am out in front
The next I'm well behind
To find a chance of romance
Is so far from my mind
My interest is triggered
By a driver by my side
On his own as I am
It is a lonely ride
He glances from his window
Sees interest in my gaze
Little does he really know
I have seductive ways
I brush my hair and flutter eyes
Accelerate away
He thinks I may be gone for good
But it is all just play
I let my car fall back behind
His mirror I do fill
Follow his rear bumper
Then bend him to my will
He pulls into a servo
With me coming in behind
Wonders am I interested
Something he will shortly find
He starts a conversation
I just let him dig a hole
I will surely be the captor
As always was my goal
His aim, to make a date with me
I make to brush him off
My lashes give the game away
And a small seductive cough
I have to keep my secrets
I never kiss and tell
Only one thing he could do
Surrender to my spell
Categories:
captor, romantic,
Form:
Ballad
(Excerpt from “The Dreadnaught”)
We are all harnessed to the sun
Strapp’d to fate’s elliptical orbit
Held by a captor so immense, so torrid,
That we’re flung to each moment,
Delightful or horrid.
Little slack has the harness of fate
Every ripple of change becomes, by its motion,
A billow in Fate’s turbulent ocean
Like Philosophies created by idle notions.
Often wishes pervade the air
For reversal and for altered direction
Of our destined path, for a predilection
But this would cause a dark inflection.
Time the embroiderer weaves our thread
In inimitable pattern till the fabric is done
(As poignant as love, yet lethal as a gun)
Let us not unravel a single one
For surely it is better being harnessed to the sun.
Categories:
captor, dark, destiny, freedom, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Waves cascade upon the beckoning shore
And wash across the grains of sand they find
To share its motion, a timeless captor
To give freedom to my spirit confined
Soon it will soar in realms of passing dreams
That glide on the visions trapped in the mind
Wondrous worlds where nothing is as it seems
Colored kaleidoscopes there to remind
Of landscape pictures where I'm a refugee
Memories that flee, some are bad some are good
To sit on this shore where my thoughts flow free
And feel life's rhythm as it's understood
To not be a hostage to years I bare
Escape life's chains, I'll never again wear
12/26/19
Categories:
captor, introspection, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
I watch as you lay—
not bound by chains,
but by something I cannot name.
Your silence fills the room,
a rhythm I can’t ignore,
and I find myself
waiting for you to speak
in the quiet moments
where I’m no longer certain
who holds the key.
Categories:
captor, art, beautiful, creation, deep,
Form:
Free verse
DROWNING
By Kevin Robey
June 21, 2013
I’ve got this bad disease
That haunts my daily dreams
No dispose of the rage inside
Flash the smile of my disguise
Pretend you’ve figured it out
Tell them you don’t have a doubt
Or show them your demon wings
And hear their warning bells ring
One day they’ll finally let you be
You’ll cast your sails into the sea
No better part of me, can’t you see?
The captor and the captive, never free
I always found questions but never the cure
Your eyes kept me so bright and so pure
I can’t resist the lure any more, just carry on
Fading echoes of the fighting songs are gone
This is the status quo, a fairly average day
Heads or tails they say, doesn’t matter anyway
This is the time I look ahead and leave it behind
I’ll stare at the sun until the fire leaves me blind
Gone from the world, I’ll see no more pain
Black or white they say, it’ll all be the same
It will not matter if it’s day or if it’s night
The world will fade to my imaginary design
These are the thoughts that brought me to this drain
Take the world from my eyes that caused all this pain
Let the raging sea claim every single part of me
The world will never hear this final, desperate plea
Just save yourself
It’s too late for me
I’m drowning again
Drowning again…
Categories:
captor, angst, depression, emo,
Form:
Rhyme
An old poet yearned, for a freedom not earned.
Watched as his world burned, as a beating heart churned.
A hate raging, against his malicious captor.
A war he’s raging, chapter by chapter.
He’s screaming in agony, yet none can hear.
A mind filled absently, year after year.
A battle rages, yet it’s hidden with a smile.
He’s filled countless pages, though he’s suffered for a while.
A true heart shown, that finally set him free.
A love that’s grown, how can this be?
A loving embrace, envelopes his soul.
A touch like lace, completes him whole.
A summers breeze, closes over a bitter chill.
No silent pleas, with her strongest of will.
Though time stops, for a short while.
His heart drops, as he hears a voice so vile.
A bitter sound, envelops his thought.
A tourniquet wound, for the battle he fought.
She’s leaving him, he feels empty again.
He’s trying to swim, in a current of sin.
He’s drowning alone, he’s accepting the fate.
A failure was shown, only demons can sate.
A hope is all he has, a hope is all he knows.
Nothing as good as, a kiss during his final throes.
“Come back to me”, he pleads with a sorrow so true.
“Come back and you’ll see, I will not fail you.”
Though she’s already left, now his mind broken and bent.
The price was heft, and out of his life his true love went.
Categories:
captor, depression, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
The darkness here is blinding
In this prison of lost desires
Not even a burning ember
Can rekindle the forsaken fires
A tomb of broken promises
Is my only company
No hope for an escape
No chance to ever be free
Pain and heartache mock me
As I ponder my mistakes
The sound I hear is deafening
From the heart that finally breaks
My thoughts, my only refuge
Of the things that could have been
But grief will soon remind me
Of the love that had to end
Comfort and joy betray me
Tomorrow will never come
Held captive in my anguish
As I am left, feeling numb
My purgatory is the silence
And here I shall remain
Forever to be forgotten
For my captor is my pain
Categories:
captor, lost love
Form:
Rhyme
Why should the mimic apologize?
Where are the cupboards?
Where are the wages?
Where is the tailor? I had
no use for algebra, I knew it-
in as much incognito on a prefabricated track,
in order that....
free thinking then supposing,
til warning for dreamless help provided,
a typewritten treat from this meditative cell on
a bi-directional night, just as incensing this layer, once
shouting, against kaleidoscoped winds...
Will the dubious cartoon walk on top of the comparison?
or will the prevailing keystroke provoke a smashing debt?
Their marriage possessed an alcoholic copyright.
just as the about face twists the rear....
A wizard paces..... surveying the blackboard
just when a scholar stands,
and rocks across a page, so that unless
Some author squeezes, a western dialect,
lest now his leisure violates,
a once welcomed, road of gold on the critical side, in as much until
and even faster still, a projecting spontaneous cricket,
now in a graveyard embarrassed by his wasteful song,
messy thoughts, broken prized belief,
sweeping away the cheat,
disregarding the window from the top,
so that a porter yawns,
outside the offending captor, who wears a wolf pendant,
underneath the inside havoc, if only
the technology collapses before
the funerals, thick attack, talk on top,
of frozen outlines, and a leather sofa cracked,
from opinions changing, as correspondence leaked,
so behind smoke, a fire of desire lurking near the conflicting repertoire,
next to the guilty bystander, raining like a thief, now interferes, who
stirs the sticks... across the crossroads,
Can the music spin the guilty onto a bandwagon until the other staggering strangers advancing,
to the next fizzy, dizzy, bog...
while guides await in order to assault corrupted fantasies,
beside crystal strips, where rusty knights in armor, sitting on a park bench
trying every half measure,
disturbing breezes,
in the haze of memories. Stir these random thoughts and let their impressions talk to you and one another.
Who knows how the mind really works?
Categories:
captor, adventure, dream, fire, memory,
Form:
Free verse
The Nightingale
Like a nightingale,
she sits in her gilded cage.
So whatever could be wrong?
She has a sad tale.
Though inside she seethes with rage,
she sings the loveliest song.
Hate is in her heart;
revenge in her pretty head
as she plots the perfect crime.
She plays her sweet part;
while her captor feels no dread,
the nightingale bides her time.
Jan. 12, 2016
(oops, I had edited my metaphor to be a nightingale instead of a dove as I originally intended, and I forgot to change the last line. I hope this makes more sense to people now that I have changed the last line!)
Categories:
captor, relationship,
Form:
Sedoka