Love Prisoner Poems | Examples
These Love Prisoner poems are examples of Prisoner poems about Love. These are the best examples of Prisoner Love poems written by international poets.
I was meant to soar
your love is smothering slowly killing me
~ won't you set me free
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
When silence envelops me, I become a prisoner of such deep calm,
That I hate the quiet that strips me bare, yet love it all the same.
It strips everything of meaning, people, voices, even myself,
And I begin to see the world through lifeless eyes, as if nothing matters,
As if everything passes in a cycle of which I am not a part, an endless loop.
Emotions seem pointless, noisy and weak, like lost echoes,
I don't want them, I don't feel them, I don't need them to fill my soul with noise.
All I desire is nothingness, to feel nothing, to be nothing, to disappear into the silence
In which the world would drown if we all stopped making noise and tumult.
I don't want comfort, I don't seek healing, only the silence that swallows you whole,
That washes away every thought, every emotion, every name I've answered to,
Until nothing matters anymore, because nothing of what was remains.
It's a journey to a realm where silence is an ocean that gently envelops us,
And where existence is just a shadow dissolving into eternal, mysterious quiet.
I am a purple prisoner of poetry
For when I can’t write woe is me
Darkens my sky the flowetry
Enriches my life the soul of me
Some do drugs roll with me
I just do hugs go with me
Grasping the love of a sheet
Of paper, pen and ink is peace
Muse is a turquoise tool guides me
Ideas are precious jewels inside me
It’s an affliction of discovery
A kind of mission red recovery
Righting what is wrong you see
Writing poems sonnets songs to sing
Some are like the ivory breeze
Others crash into onyx dead sea
One hopes to be indigo inspiring
To tickle brain cells cherry firing
To leave readers denim desiring
Or perhaps even enjoying inquiring
In the jail of a black bipolar mind
Where hell is back and forth in time
Words can be a key or lemon lock in crime
Can be of forms free or form that rhymes
Needing readers to read gives me a high
Hoping that you see a message from divine
Captive of spells by all rhymes and verses
Seized in tangs of thoughts and emotions
I gain joy, love, comfort, strength and wellness
They rob my stress and tensions.
As ink spills down from my deepest blood streams
I release my imagination with thrill
All my hopes, wishes, aspirations and dreams
all freed by the tough handcuffs of my quill.
Poem is a sanctuary of my peace
A cloister where I ponder and meditate
Another calm place to pray on my knees
I feel, slavery of words is my fate.
Devoured by my passion of poetry
I’m like a craving monster, so hungry.
Bound by the chains of poetry, that’s me
Words swirl in my mind continuously
However hard I try to flee from this cell
The prison of poetry won’t bid farewell.
I write of nature’s infinite splendour
The more I see, the more I’m in awe
Wonder of the sky, sunrise or sunset
Trees and flowers with magnificent effect.
I tell of birds singing sweetly on high
Children’s laughter as I’m passing them by
Of animals, treasures of planet Earth
Folk who just want to love for all they’re worth.
Now and then I am prone to fantasise
Taking readers with me on carpet rides
To places I know I could never see
In the wonder of imaginary.
Tales of happiness and tales of sorrow
Wherever my muse is wanting to go
A prisoner of poetry I’ll be
As long as there’s rhyme, and time left for me.
Alphabets gather as words unravel
the passing and returning of moans;
lines of phrases inflame the arteries
of beauty, angst, love interwoven
by imagination's pining.
Tingle of words… fragrance of vowels…
caress of verses enter the soul, as if to dive
into the very basin of layered expressions.
On a fresh scroll baring my bones
and rawest of mood,
I enter a daringly new dimension
with a theme that reels my senses
that ink and quill ravage fleshed pages
As poetry makes the eyes hungry.
His love incarcerates her heart
Like a prisoner captive in shackles
Inescapable
All consuming,
Overwhelming
Like a magnet to its metal.
Love wrapped her heart from the first glance,
A tender bond she couldn’t shake,
Would she surrender to the dance?
Fear held her back from what’s at stake.
A tender bond she couldn’t shake,
Though passion called her to explore,
Doubt whispered, "Stay, don’t ask for more."
Would she surrender to the dance?
Or let her fears keep her in place?
Love's pull was strong, yet full of chance.
Fear held her back from what’s at stake,
Her heart ensnared in love’s sweet net,
Prisoner to the love she met.
Crypt and memories of the past
I feel like a corpse in a morgue, I am already that, a living dead
My crypt is so cold, dark, blind darkness everywhere, life after life
I got up, but the door was closed, this is my prison, found myself here the eternal life
Passed years, passed life, forgotten love, only illusion of my life, and illusory of the world, deceit
Child age, youth, parents, family, our house, sisters and brothers, girlfriends, workplaces, church, and my bicycle have not existed, it was all make-believe
Hmm, very bad this cemetery life, the smell of death, infinite demonic life, and eternal suffering became my class after death
Maybe this is Hell. Is this the Hell? Hmm, I don't know, it’s blind of mind, but not a human life, not a man's life, not a human being anymore
I want to leave this life, but I can’t this crypt is my jail, there is no light, just memories, and memories from the past run everywhere in my mind
Hmm, I can’t do anything, I am a prisoner of my past, when do I get out of here? I don’t know, no idea, time is cruel, my memories kill my life
A bum rap the disheveled prisoner claims
Clamoring about in his padded cell
Unable to recall the women he maims,
He made their lives a living hell.
Lumbering about like a trapped animal
Rattling the bars, he shouts for a hearing
Nothing about him seems remotely rational
Not even the size of his earlobe piercing.
One might label him a piece of trash
Still, I think, every human has some worth
It’s so easy, in disgust, to strike out and bash,
But this man is some mother’s child at birth.
No doubt, she still loves him as mothers do
Unable to save him from his demon self,
She would caress him with a love so true,
Trying her best to see the best of him through
Another inexplicable betrayal of common sense
And failure to take any responsibility,
Compelling the situation toward a recompense
Although it will likely not alter his sensibility.
Written November 16, 2022
You stood before me,
Smile o’ so bright,
The plate of mush you gave me,
I've always feasted at night.
A reached my hand out,
Wishing for just one word,
Yet you whisked away,
Leaving me o' so hurt.
The metal bars I rest within,
The 'love' you so called,
Yet it feels o' so cold,
Even with my burning heart.
Next time you come my way,
I beg you to stay,
As the 'friend' you so called,
I bid you again,
Farewell.
[ELSA TONG - SERI JUBLI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL MALAYSIA]
Prisoner of Passion.
Take my bread and take my home,
Shred my flesh from every bone,
None could kill or crush with stone,
This pounding heart that loves thee.
Brand me slave and shave my head,
On a chain should I be led,
Make me wish that I were dead,
And still this heart would love thee.
May the world turn cold and mean,
Should I grow pale and lean,
I would always have my dream,
For this heart truly loves thee.
Of my love I’ve lost control,
For now it rules my very soul,
Unto itself it is a whole,
Oh, how this heart does love thee.
Though by now you’ve made your choice,
And mine was just a passing voice,
I do detect my eyes are moist,
In vain I’ll always love thee.
--oOo--
04-27-2021
Contest:Writing Prompt - Breathe
Sponsor: Constance La France
She is a prisoner of her own conviction
A self-imposed life sentence
Found guilty of scorn and self-doubt.
Often, she stands gazing intently into her mirror
Scrutinizing the entire reflection
Instead of the mirror encouraging her to love her beautiful self,
The reflection staring back disheartens her.
She wonders if these deep ingrained feelings will ever cease to exist.
She lies in wait, woefully, longing for the day
When her sentence comes to an end.
I don't believe in getting angry
and arguing over things
yet there are people who do sadly
as does a bee that stings
why can't people be friends
and love as the Bible says
instead a relationship ends
tis what it does
are we doomed to this behavior
or will it one day lend
finding success and not failure
in the message we send
weary as I walk alone
in my reasoning
though heavy I carry the stone
tired as I'm weakening
soon strength I'll regain
as time passes through
and joy will remain
for now my time is due