Captives Poems | Examples

The captives

Held as captives in a ship
Chains binding us together 
Hunger, but we could not starve
Tears but we could not cry.

We were warriors of our land 
Children of the soil
May the gods forbid that our ancestors would look us in shame.

And so together,
We ambushed our captors
And sank the ship

It was better to die 
Than be slaves in a foreign land.

Captives of Love an Ode to Cocoa bean

Captive of Love: Ode to the Cocoa Bean
Within your humble shell, a treasure lies,
A sea of flavors, rich and deeply sweet.
An exotic dream beneath the skies,
A love affair no other can defeat.
You capture hearts, eternal in your snare,
A bite, and Eden’s garden comes alive.
Surrender to the bliss beyond compare,
A tangy heaven where our dreams survive.
As simple as life, as smooth as soft silk,
I soothe the ache your fleeting lovers leave.
Dark, white, or fruity, nutty, purest milk,
A joy for passion’s night or Christmas Eve.
Am I enslaved, or simply ever fond?
Is this true bondage—or an endless bond?

Saadia Syed

Somewhere In the Thick Dark Forest

SOMEWHERE IN THE THICK DARK FOREST

Somewhere in the thick dark forest,
There, you'd find captives 
held against their will.

Hands bound, legs chained,
They lay on the hard ground, half unclad.
Dehydrated from thirst and hunger.

Separated from their families,
As many nights and day come and go,
Thought of their imminent freedom very bleak.

The blood thirsty abductors,
Show no mercy nor compassion
As they raise their long hard twisted whips,

And dig into the wounded skin of their slaves,
With each strike, they curse and yell,
Ready to exterminate.

Men,women and children weep uncontrollably,
They have been dealt heavy blows.
Some have fallen, some have been scarred.


Somewhere in the thick dark forest,
Captives still languish 
in the camp of their abductors.

Cry For Freedom

Who shall restore our land's dignity
When plundered by thieves
Who frolic about in the corridors of power 
How shall we escape 
From the lashes of history? 

'How can the captives be delivered from the mighty'? 
When engulfed by malodorous ambassadors 
Who like rodents eat up the nation's trust.
How shall we escape 
From the lashes of history?

Captives of the Calendar

Captives of the Calendar
David J Walker

And so goes your calendar
January nearly gone
With another new dawn
Approaching 
Just beyond the encroaching 
Morning sun

To me, this today is forever
never new and
The night will never grow older as
The passing of the suns and moons
The equinox grows colder

This today will never be done
Freeing the captives of the calendars 
From the obligation 
Of artificial precision

Captives

Juan, Casanova
Poetry in emotion
artistry of Love

Captives of a Longing Heart

What has your heart desired to say when the words could not be captured and expressed in beautiful voice? A thousand verses and rhymes and stories did wrestle within, straining against the silence. What was waiting, captive to the throbbing heart, beat by beat, aching to be set free, stirred by pain or sorrow or joy or love?

We'Re Captives

Rhetoric! Over and over again, we hear
The same old arguments, year after year
Fooling around with mankind’s minds
You hide cleverly and can’t be found

The TV newsman reports, as they’re told
Edited, slanted, from whence banks hold
Merely slaves, to things, and slaves, who hear
Lies, tales, agendas, hidden, we’re captives

Sleep if you must, you’re probably ~ better off
Believe the TV ********, from comics and lust
Fall into traps, like mines strategically underground
Step on one, break your mother’s back, holy to you ~ not them.

Go to church on Sunday, play their good game
Cause no rifts, nor trouble, don’t question or blame
Follow the pope, Buddha, follow Christ, follow fame
They don’t care, just play, and appear extremely tame.

Raise no hopes, raise no questions, vote for someone
It doesn’t matter, they’re from the same, there’s no freedom
The banks, the educational system, and then there’s ~ medicare 
Look behind the smokescreen, but say, very little, you’re not alone.

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights reserved…

Captives

V,

Got jailed,

At the civic centre!

December's Captives - For Contest

December’s Captives  


Nights are longer than before
tepid sun in full retreat before
shallow light of cold stung moon

hanging over heaving stillness.
Crystal crispness tapping
on frosted windows

fireplace crackling Acapella  response.
Outside silence – unbroken
by soft feathered Owl wings

floating over whiteness
in union with the clouds
moon shadows dancing the terrain.

Midnight, muffled tone of distant bell
devoured by the need for sound
vibrations tickling the sleepers needs.

Shivering sun slides over dawn’s
icy breath flickering through the trees
strobe lights announcing morning,

awakening the depth of coldness
seeping through the hearts
of December’s captives.



John G. Lawless
10/23/2015

for the contest - Trashed #4
sponsor - Broken Wings

Captives

Beauty-words languish in my soul, mute,
a million misty drops suspended,
trembling, in the atmosphere
not yet spoken into rain.

They lie captive within the barred cage,
innocent prisoners condemned
to voiceless wonder,
only an inaudible cry strikes the barred breast,
a silent beating against the cell.

We would speak;
We are pierced with beauty's burning sword!

We see the stars sweep trailing skirts in explosive splendor;
we warm ourselves beside the opal's captive fire;
we are the pearl forming within the darkened shell,
the silken crepe tightly wound around the worm,
the captive butterfly bound in insular cocoon.


Copyright, September 2, 2015

The Captives :My Spirit

Each and every day that comes 
finds our faces washed up with tears 
wondering when we'll be free again 
to team up with our loving dears. 

Suffering is the air that we breath 
proving that happiness, we'll never find 
that, is the bitter truth of our lives 
though justice and freedom was our stand 

Our children are illustrations of malnutrition 
with ribs sticking out of their small chests 
  always crying due to hunger and thirst 
and the cold on their halfclothed bodies.

Captives

We are all captives,

Of this world our own.

Nowhere to run,

Nowhere to hide.

Life is to short,

To be captives of,

Our own fears.

So, live, learn, love,

And break free so, your not part of the…

Captives

The Captives

In a Norwegian slumber they came to take us away.
They used shovels and torches.
But mostly arms and strong fingers.
We were the final ones out of the terminal.

The cockroaches sing with us now.
We live in utter parlance.
Askance, downward goes our drives.

But this is not about us, no-no-not us.
We call our song the soul’s vertebrate.
And we refer to the question of a soul as an angel with its hand over its mouth.

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