Best Hostage Poems

People from all nations running for Their Lives, Pursued by Hamas.
That day 1,200 were slaughtered.
International hostages died! Few live ones do remain.




I do not even know what day this is!
Nor month, or even, what year!
For I live each day within a clock.
Whose only sound ticks...

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When a department wants to get rid of a worker, 
The processes used can be slow,
Transferring to a place where they will be moot, 
Ignoring everything that they know,

Where they exist, day by day, in an office of work, 
Where their job is not even...

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If I am ever taken hostage
I hope it’s by my grandchildren
They will take me to a park,
And make me swing and slide,
I will crazy laugh
And chase them down
Play and play
The best 
Day...

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Like an explosion of fire 
i shall shatter through the atmosphere
carving my ever burning path 
through the very stars themselves
riding on the milky way 
my heart shall implode 
from the very thought of love 
finding bitter exposure through the tendrils 
reaching out to grapple onto...

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The cat can stretch out anywhere
In grass or gravel
In catnip patches 

However he has a favorite spot
In front of the front door
Holding us hostage...

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There’s a gun upon my bed
Not the kind made of metal
A vivid tattoo color
Above my lover’s
Secret devil

And that gun is like a demon
Aimed toward her pleasure zone
Urging hunters to take a shot
And take the trophy 
Home

I see blood upon the doorstep
I smell murder in her...

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I was held hostage by your beauty
Looked you in the eyes face down 
Contemplating the possibilities to
Make you my royal Victoria or my princess even
Running around hand in hand in thee garden of Eden eve...
Sharing on point pointless stories 
As if we on the verge...

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What's your worst fear?
Are you able to name one?
Death should; obviously be the result, wouldn't you think? 

Nah, dying is easy.
Everything else in between; well...
That's where fear is.

Where is fear?

Everywhere
Anywhere
Nowhere—

I've looked fear in the eyes.

Touched fear
Inhaled fear

I've even put tiny drops of fear on thin...

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I dream beyond these battlements 
Of islands in the west 
Beyond the strings and sacraments 
That occupy the rest

My gentle sister, soft and pure 
Admires her silken sleeves 
A subtle breeze begins to stir 
The eucalyptus leaves 

And like the leaves that tremble so 
My...

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HOSTAGE OF ONE NIGHT

what is his name she asks
but i refuse to tax my mind
though the memory of him
hovers, the one who stole
my virginity, caused my shame

what is his name she asks
for in the beginning i did not tell
sheltered in my deepest mind
divulged when a...

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My pain level is an eight on a scale of one to ten.
Poor you, someone says. Someone who has no idea
That I have been running on pain levels of ten for three weeks.
An eight is terrific; great, something to strive for tomorrow.

Shingles has taken me...

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You commandeer my thoughts
no matter where I am or what I do,
each day you carry me away.
I am happily kidnapped,
held hostage by love.

Tethered to me,
though the umbilical 
long ago was severed,
there is a cord no one else can see
binding you tightly to me.
Even though one...

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I think of you and you alone, when the logan berries bloom, 
the deep surf spoons, its frothy burden to the the shore,
the grip of love's pleasant tune, when sparrows sing, 
unto the moon

my hand your hand, our touching feet, the glorious able 
dawn to...

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When Hope is held hostage from the Son.
In a world that’s somehow come undone.
Breathlessly frozen,
Yet,
Always on the run. Hope,
Held ransom from the Son.
.
Like a leaf in the sky.
You fall but can not fly.
.
World come undone.
Summer’s
Come and gone,
And now,
You’re all alone.
.
And when the wind starts to...

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Nightmare are dreadful things
They creep into subconscious minds
And tear at sanity's fragile strings 
Turning our thoughts to things unkind

I was a teacher of children small
And loved the years I spent with them
But soon after leaving I recall
That nightmares started my mind to brim

The sweet ones...

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