Best Entrapped Poems
trapped in the space on a bard’s nib we slept,
Hibernated, slumbered and under the quinine stains we wept,
Yearned we did to spill ourselves on paper,
Bard he caged his thoughts and emotions for later.
Later, we heard them thoughts say as years went by,
Afraid we were for the burden on his heart was high,
Ever we knew that a lip curved in pain,
Can be kissed into a smile again.
Our neighbor, more sorrowing words, them lay folded,
Some on the table & most weeping in his heart, pounding his head all loaded.
A cry afar a sob we at times faintly hear,
A smile, an eruption we sense at times from his dear.
A breeze is blowing nice and strong,
We hope to be on a page, to read that all would throng.
The languid wings of air still carry the scent,
Of my sweetheart long after she went………………………
What would a hunter ever do with empty canvas, oils and brush?
Maybe with ease he might entrap the finest hues of poetry:
Catching moments in time and then painting them for eternity.
Alone in a crowd of wishers
Free to slip away
Fl[pant answers tying me in
To never ending questions
horizons remembered keeping me sane
Sunsets of past indiscretions
How did I ever end up in here
responding to guided impressions
What is it they're seeking?
So earnestly lost
Have they no caution to counting the cost
Is peace so unnerving
They have to move on?
This is not why I'm here
Consider me gone
The rocks and stones hit you hard,
And cause many cuts and bruises
Do you deserve this treatment
When your friend's future wife abuses
The love her lover gave to her
And promised to stay true
And now she has broken her word
To elope with you.
How do you feel
Betraying your good and faithful friend
Did you think
This illicit affair would end
Without causing any pain
To anyone, least of all you
Have you no shame
You have betrayed a trust
By showing lust for another man's future wife
Causing anger, bitterness and strife
How is this going to end
For you, your new lover and old friend
Your skin is bleeding profusely now.
You wish the stones would stop.
There's a pool of blood on the floor
You feel faint and drop
The fickle girl gets frightened
And flees for her life
That flirtatious little madam
She does not want to be any man's wife.
How quickly the situation changes
When the truth comes out
It changes everything, without a doubt,
How foolishly we behave
When we fall into a trap
And shut our eyes
To temptations
That fall into our laps
The two men look at each other
With sorrow and dismay
Both are a little wiser
After this horrendous day
Don't be
Fooled
By the
News that
I'm bound
I've been
Released
Set free
Now I'm
Found
Don't be
Entrapped
Imprisoned
By your
Mind set
Don't git
Trap up
Lock up
For time
Unlike
Paul
1/21/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Entrapped in your web
Infatuation supreme
Awed by your glory
Rolled in your pure devotion
I willingly surrender
Written July 13, 2018
For: The Poet Doctor's 5755 Poetry Contest
In my dreams
I walk along the shores
The Sea is calm
The night is still
Under my feet the sand is soft
The wind blows vigorously
In my direction
I hear whispers
Voices calling from a distance
I stop, look and listen
Can't you hear them
My sight taken from me
The dark night fog has blinded me
Lost in my sins
Consume by greed
Broken by addiction
Confused by madness
Where am I buried in a world
Caught in its own destruction
Faith has lost his gloss
Mankind has no mercy
Unity and Humanity entrapped
Children have no imagination
Fantasy has no place
Mother nor Father has authority
Sister and Brother know no boundaries
Man and Woman caught in battle
As death stands patiently at the door
Child born to rare his own
Souls crying from afar
Bodies falling by thee hour
Both Mother and Father
At the burial ground
Covered in tears of blood
As the gate keeper of hell laughs aloud
Hope steps in and plunges me from sleep
Awaken to be carried by an angel
I noticed two footprints in the sand
My god has not forsaken me.