Best Kidnapped Poems
a girl a child a life of 12 years
a by stander an innocent with no sense of fear
coerced, bribed, begged and beckoned
kidnapped, stolen, beaten and threatened
the thoughts now that run deep through her head
is how soon will they find me or soon will i be dead
he gags her, he ties her, he drives her to his lair of death
her heart, her soul, her mind will soon be at rest
he picks her up and puts her in a cold damp room
shes scared as she shivers and ponders her doom
he needs her so he feeds her as he keeps her alive
so he takes her and he rapes her for his sexual thrive
as daylight draws near and the sun starts to rise
all you see are dry tears that flowed from her eyes
with bruises and cuts and blood from her thighs
she was pure no more in her killers eyes
he despised and hated what she had become
unknowingly ignoring what he himself done
his anger and temper begin to arise
as he contemplates death for this young girls demise
he cuts off the cord from the lamp on the desk
he strangles and chokes her until her very last breath
then he drives her and dumps her small body to rest
the next morning they find her with a note on her neck
saying I HAVE JUST STARTED SOMEONE IS NEXT!!!!
My Son Kidnapped
My story is thee only one I needed to write
one year In captivity underground me and my son
days passed by we were prevented of food & water
bombardments outside were heard, suddenly a militia ran towards my son kidnapped him to be killed running after him screaming his name I knelt to pray
Oh my God without him I will die show him the way to come back
sleeping on the floor one night I heard him call my name I knew he came
we held each other tight our tears had no end.
5/1/13
Therese Bacha
I was six years old, the year was 1966. Mom left me alone in a plaza
with my one year old sister in a perambulator.
She went inside to do the grocery and asked me to take care
of her while she picked a few items;
Along came two teenagers. Inching closer to the carriage they peeked inside,
"OOOOH she's cute, is this your baby sister ?"
The next comment froze me where I stood,
"We are going to take her, " one of them said,
while the other grabbed the handles of the carriage
They shoved me aside and took off.
I was in shock but I managed to run inside. Sobbing I told my mom
they had stolen my baby sister ;
Mom ran out of the store and chased after them.
They ran fast but mom ran faster with me lagging behind.
Suddenly they got scared when they heard her yell and pushed the carriage in the middle of the road. Mom grabbed it before a car came by,
but slashed her leg on the steel frame while saving my sister from a car.
All my life I have had an intense fear of losing someone dear
Mom and dad both are both gone now, but the memory of that day
will live inside of me forever.
This is a true story and it happened to me.
June 5, 2021
Contest Name: A Tender Moment From Childhood
Sponsor Name: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Kidnapped. - for Peeking Through The Keyhole Contest
The hole where the key’s meant to go
Was vacant so I had to know
What was outside to be seen
But my captors weren’t all that keen
It seems I succumbed to a cosh
Cos someone was after some dosh
Nobody heard when I cried
Nobody knew I was tied
But I had a knife in my shoe
So I knew what I had to do
I managed to sever my ropes
That were tied by some Bond villain blokes
So what lay beyond yonder door
I silently traversed the floor
I peeked where the key had gone clunk
But all I could see was... erm... ‘junk’
And then what passed by was some fellow
I swear that that geezer was yellow
What was it I’d seen through that peep hole
When I saw Peking through the keyhole
31 December 2018
For John Lawless’ Slap The Muse Contest
My soul has been stolen!
My innocenece has been torched!
My mind has been corrupted!
My deviousness has been ignited!
My wild side has been unleashed!
My imagination is being toyed with!
My heart has been torn from my chest!
Tragic victems of this so-called 'love'
Only to be knocked off your feet
Only to have your mind poisioned..
Opening yourself up to love only leads to tear and blood shed
Allowing someone to know the real you
They throw your kindness to the ground and smother it until it's killed
We all know deep inside that most love never lasts long and we're just setting ourselves up
for banishment and hurt..
So why do we take this undying chance and leap?
I woke up from my sleep to find
Someone chloroforming me with a napkin
I open my eyes again to find
My arms and legs broken
With my weak structure I lied simply on a pillow
To seek for light to find
A handsome creature standing
To speak with no words from a tightened tap
Just to get a simple reply
Where am I?
He savors in seeing me cry
As he wipes my uncountable tears with his cold hands
I opened my eyes, trying to see him as long as this lasts
People may come and take me he says
With sobering words he speaks
Of my organs and parts as price
We were alone in this passive darkness
With no other than one light
I was afraid I started to cry
With mournful cries asking why
He needed money he repeatedly states
But why me
All that I asked
For that he has no motive
As he left me alone
To sink in my tears
To dehydrate from fear
As hours past I slept them
With much force the unseen door opened
And two large men arrived
Holding me harshly to carry me
As I was unable to resist
They placed me on a white bored
Above it glowed a huge white
I could see their faces now
I could see him with the scissors and knife
As they left us
I tried to move but
Defeated bone deceived will
I screamed as mild dagger entered skin
I always knew my time would come
But not like this
I opened my eyes in shock
I was not dead
I looked around and saw
All that has been taken
A kidney that I used to possess
This shouldn't happen,
To anyone.....
Not ever.
The pain of losing a youthful and yet radiant life
Someone who meant so much to us
The end was not suppose to be like this.
In God's eyes this was the best way
That He could call her home
Laughter that is still ringing in our ears
The smile that we see,
The smile that haunts us in our sleep.....
She was and is
An Angel here on Earth
And an Angel up in Heaven
Yet even in knowing that she's in a better place
We are still somewhat incapable
Of grasping this tragedy
But we WILL see her beautiful smiling face again
One of these days...
We will also meet our Creator......
And she'll be standing at His glorious side,
Waiting for us to come Home......
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This poem is dedicated to our dear friend R.I,P Anna Marie Mayall we all miss and
love you, you were an incredible inspiration!!!!!
My aching eyes masked
by a single piece of prickly fabric
Encircled by a strange
yet familiar smell
My stiff arms were immovable,
as were my numb legs as I
sat upright in a supposed chair
wrapped up in more itchy material
Hearing faint footsteps of squeaky shoes echoing
A room I was entrapped in
Paper was been shuffled and crunched
Detecting urgency in this person’s hastened actions
as the footsteps approached
getting louder with each step
I felt my bare toes move on
the soft pavement below me,
where my feet were also bound
I felt my heart beat accelerate
There was no escape
Thya thya thya
Ghaat laga k thya
Zoor laga k hya
Bap bara na bhaya
Sab say bara rupaya
Paar laga do naya
Thya thya thya.
you have draped your innocence in the warmth of muslin
your dark eyes speak of your loneliness in this strange land
your lips whisper within yourself your desires
when they should be screaming out loud for justice
do not shed precious tears amongst heartless men
they might just mock you and subjugate you more
an age when most would be unfolding outer petals
you are a flower that has been robbed of its garden
your mother weeps inconsolably at home in her dark lonely room
your world was stolen from you for the pleasure of men
yet darkest corners of life have embers of god’s light
I see you I am here to rescue your innocence
I shall sweep you in strong arms of love and carry you home to safety
to mother.
Kidnapped
I plan to kidnap you~though you
are a fully grown man.
I want to give you a bag of
My heart's sweetest confection
Get you in my car and into a dark
forest.
To please you beyond human pleasure,
Beyond any measure, my dearest
love treasure.
In the woods, near a sparkling stream,
We can settle and dream~
And at night' lie under sparking stars
Like Adam and beautifulEve, beneath
God's azure love blanket.
Panagiota Romios 1/20/2019
Be sure you get the eggs she said.
Got it on the list twice I said, irritated.
We need them tonight she confided.
They’ll be the first thing I pick up, I assure her.
My granddaughter has been listening to the speaker.
She rolls her eyes. She’s intense, she tells me.
I know that. I raised her.
We get home after spending over a hundred bucks
And me checking off eggs twice.
Grandma, where are the eggs?
We re-check the bags, and the car, for the eggs.
“I know I bought them,” I assure my daughter.
I check the receipt. Eggs $1.14 cents.
I call the store, get put on hold,
Then transferred twice.
Remember that elderly couple
Whose groceries kept over the divider?
They have arrested them, and I’m going down to testify.
“They were egg-Nappers and my grandma caught them,”
I hear the 7 year old say with pride.
I’m not about to change my story now.
I am already designing my new egg cape and egg mask.
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"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet
Why does life start out from a loving mother,
only to be given to another?
This loving mother cannot care for her,
as a tiny baby makes a stir.
A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife,
making a decision effecting her and a new life.
This is all out of her control,
a mother with fear in her body and soul.
As her body now shakes,
she must sign the papers even if her heart breaks.
Her loving tiny girl lays in a pretty pink blanket all wrapped,
a mother can not abandon her or have her kidnapped.
Will the true story ever be known,
about a mother filled with love but on her own.
A baby that came from heaven above,
and about a price one put on selfless love.
kidnapped by aliens
inside outer space
held hostage
within the mind
upside down
turning grease lightning
dancing blind love
shaking out
negative garbage
spring cleaning
dusting cobwebs
turning over trails
a new leaf
summer sun smiles
opening gates
golden precious
in the garden
of flowers
one beauty
a blooming rose
stands out
in softly gifted
textured petals
blushing portrait glows
sweet velvet heart
of a maiden
pretty thoughts
clear inside vision
sparkling in
the mirror
you are princess
most beautiful
in mirror reflection
i ever did see
inside out special
held hostage
kidnapped by love
please do not
set me free
Christmas elves swooped down on me and whisked me away
Because they liked my hat! Claimed our crazy neighbor Fay
Why didn’t they just take the hat? I asked, toasting my bread.
I don’t know, she admitted. Maybe they liked the shape of my head.
Where did they take you? My husband asked, a big surprise.
He usually does not care about her story and it is barely sunrise.
To the North Pole, of course! Fay said, with a look at my toast.
This wild story is so like her, but at least it was a whine not a boast.