Short Captives Poems
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A single gray pearl necklace
Given as a pure love sign
That surpasses the reason
And captives the heart
3-7-2016
night time’s starlight moon
curdles the whey of longing
clouds mask heart’s desire
trembling arms reach out to you
train whistles haunt the captives
We're all captives of this affliction that traps us in its undertow.
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The Father loves His children and watches them grow in peace.
Till an Angel, once trusted, steals them away to their souls ruin.
In the fullness of time, Justice comes, as captives awake.
For the sijo contest.
He went through
The towns and villages
Preaching the gospel
Of the kingdom,
Setting the captives free.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
Isaiah 61:1. Luke 4:18-19. KJV.
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
a hot day, white light
lime green leaves and roses gleam
in the starlight phase
scintillating sun
with its fierce glare everywhere
except long shadows
captives of white heat
as sun shows its true colors
midst adoring blooms
When I pulled open the bag laden with captives
Their eyes breathed a great sigh of relief
Pouring out of the bag like a plague
They scuttled off towards the freedom trail
And wove silken webs to capture their enslavers
Well, wouldn’t you?
Evil is targeting your next victim
Chopping them up into pieces
While they scream for help
Evil’s mother is worse than Evil though
Showing her captives a video
Of how she tortured her last victim
and chopped them up and ate them
She is now laughing at their screams.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen,
My captors chirping their delight.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
Before the thirty moons of night.
My fellow captives: bones picked clean.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen,
My captors chirping their delight.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
Before the thirty moons of night.
My fellow captives: bones picked clean.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen.
S...Satan in his domain was laughing
I...Ignorant was he, God he was sassing
N...Needing redemption..his eyes blinded
D...Death had come, so the captives could be freed
I...Instant redemption for man
E...Eternal life the plan
D...Death on cross brought victory
Two carbon entities
exhale green miasmas
and throttle white throats
in a noose of iron.
The cored captives
diaphanous and rasping
plummet to frightful circles
where sardonic wraiths
gnarl wingèd flesh
in screeching packs
as time loops reverberate
manic and mindless.
dying to live
when survival becomes
a mission
then sacrifice become
a necessity
I own the world nothing
but my love
it cost me no vanity
cos perfection is never
my ultimate desire
instead I hope for life
cos right now
in this world of captives am
dying to live
possessions, when pilfered, are gone; stolen thoughts- orphaned captives, live on
December 28, 2019
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Going to getaway
Run as fast as I can
Every step I take will get me to where I want to be
Attempt failed
They keep finding me
Escaped my captives
Speed is the essence
Can’t see where I’m going
Another jump and I will be free
Pursuers chase me
Ended badly I have a new collar that tracks me
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?
Finality
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
As days surrender to tomorrow,
They become captives of our past,
Forthcoming is No parole, no pardon,
Just short visitation privileges.
As our past enlarges, finality grows closer.
One breath sets-apart, today and tomorrow,
And each has a destiny with death.
He rode forth conquering and to conquer
A Lord of time, of this realm emperor.
His steed so pale, sure-deadly was his dart
And strong the hand that held his iron rod.
Within the walls of that dark tower mewed up,
His captives cry for freedom and for light,
And one who quaffed too deeply his red wine
Must ride a nightmare to the ocean's bed.
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?
Lobsters packed in eighteen-wheelers
grapple with their feelings.
A mass custody of shrimps
spoon together
still pink with passion.
Crabs cross-dress
bound more-or-less
to nips of salty resentment.
A soupçon of sea bugs
dished up
on bright porcelain plates.
Fresh alien captives
worth more alive than dead
until we break bread.
He rode forth conquering and to conquer,
Lord of our time and this realm's emperor.
Pale was his steed, so firm and strong the hand
in which he held his ruthless iron rod.
Within the walls of yon dark tower mewed up,
his captives cry for freedom and for light,
and one who quaffed too deeply his red wine
must ride a nightmare to the ocean's bed.
Icicle hardens; Her prisoner wails.
Soft dripped; Resentful his seasonal sun.
Clung tightly winter, her grip again fails;
Cheeks slip on puddles where four start to run.
Years of denial their story entails –
Captives held hostage by starry travails.
1/27/2017
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Author Dana Redricks
December 24, 2018
Oh precious Jesus
Oh Devine
Our savior who was
born to save all
humanity
You came to set the
captives free
Oh glory to the
coming King the
creator of all things
Oh precious savior
my soul does rejoice
I await the day of
your return
Thank you for your
amazing grace
I can't wait to see
you face to face
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.