Best Enslaved Poems
Lock me in a tower,
tie me to the bed.
The secrets that
you whispered,
play inside my head.
Tell me
Again,
you want me.
Show me,
HAVE NO FEAR!
Please!!
I beg....
Touch me,
More!
Like that,
Right here.....
Somewhere far away
On a moonless night,
torture me,
endlessly....
I promise,
I'll pretend to fight....
Fine is the line
between pleasure
and pain.
Punish me
with ecstasy,
strip me of my shame....
Satisfy my dark desire.
I'm burning
deep inside...
Willing to be
enslaved by thee,
take all you want of mine.....
Categories:
enslaved, body, desire, fantasy, lust,
Form:
"Prays of The Enslaved Soul" (3/26/09/42yrs)
So small, no one can see
just a blackish, ink mark were my soul should be
tearfully waiting to be what i want to be
to move on to greener pastors (pastures)
spilling out the inter me, calling out to the soon to be
just no were to find a clear path, to that thing i call, me
just waiting, and waiting
till i can place one idle dream into a real movement of freedom!
so that when one tear falls from my face, it will roll from the cheeks
of joy and laughter
so, i wait and pray for this day, but most of all
i pray for the strength too wait one way or the other!
aka:lyricvixen
Categories:
enslaved, hope, song-lyric
Form:
The monitor beeps,
With each caged breath,
And labored heartbeat.
Snow piles in drifts, cars crawl with fear,
December outside,
December in here.
Candle wax drips, telling a tale of time,
If only it were faster,
Too end this torturous bind.
Bound and broken for far too long,
Family tithing for misery,
Hoping for better days, maybe even a song.
Delusions of hope for some selfish needs,
To reconcile future false void,
That should be filled with a man's life deeds.
His gaolers break down and frequently have cried,
Keeping body preserved,
While essence has long died.
Holding on to mortal coil, waiting for the dawn.
With spirit eternally withdrawn,
The total man long gone.
A younger turnkey came asking "What can I do?"
"Quit crying, go away,
Let me have my due."
Sunken eyes devoid of light, curdled skin, and feeble bone.
"You are holding on to nothing."
The man has long since flown.
"Everyone dies alone."
-Comments are appreciated.
Categories:
enslaved, death, december,
Form:
Rhyme
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
Categories:
enslaved, death, health, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
(INSPIRED BY 12YEARS A SLAVE)
LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!!!
Has become the new beat!
Red carpet to the streets of London
her name you scream!
Shows still rattles on
on her
about her
Elle
Drum
Tabloids...
Everyone want a piece of her.
The new flavor of the old school!
Centuries later
after decades of bondage
slavery and persecution
Patsey is Midas.
who would have thought?!
Is it celebration or admission of guilt?
Awe or shame?
Complements or commemoration?
Contemplation and realization
of the injustice,pain and inhumane
subjected on the black woman?
The body you tortured with lashes and slashes
you compete to have your fine gowns hang on it.
You loathed that skin
now
you customize products for the mahogany beauty!
The voice you tamed with hurls and slur
you lust after its speech.
Patsey is now A talk show!
No longer an infidel,Kaffir...
Patsey has become a household name
an icon
a tittle to behold.
Good enough for your surname.
"Marry me" you quest.
"Lets make babies that will need no tan..."
you seek the fruit of the same womb
you ruptured with every manner of insertion.
Perhaps they will right your past
Kids that will need no pass or identity.
The heart you scared with scorn and hatred
is the same as the one loving you.
Her 'weird' culture and traditions
inspires your cold ways.
Her God now you call upon Him.
That whom you segregated with contempt
now you eulogize and adore.
Patsey is no longer "THEM"
you realized they are no different from "US".
worth the same opportunities as you
same capabilities as yours
similar blood to that on your veins...
LUPITA! LUPITA!! LUPITA!!!
And so the song goes on.
Is it glory or venture for your redemption?
A con?
Another political racial game?
Categories:
enslaved, world,
Form:
ABC
Trapped as a servant,
Running away from torture;
In hope of freedom.
Categories:
enslaved, life
Form:
Senryu
You hate me because of the color of my skin You loath me so when will The Strife disappear
He wished me enslaved, this is how you behave
Some 300 years ago we were a tool an animal
Cannot articulate the hate
Never understood nor understand definition of a man Disparity never understood masses
Taken from their natural country
Of his birth have no elf worth
Kidnap bartered and enslaved my ancestors were
Kept captured raved
Slaves
12/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Categories:
enslaved, abuse, analogy, engagement, slavery,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Hive mind
behind.
Recognize
the sign.
A different train
to align.
Travel alone.
Taking time.
Beware,
riptide.
Changing clime.
Soon,
hunters blind,
won't hide,
what they want.
What you have,
inside.
Nothing sacred.
Secrets.
What's had,
confide.
Divulge
what's missed.
No sanctum
clarified.
Transparency
will be
verified.
One man
island,
rarified.
Forcing narrow,
they preach
the wide.
Actions
justified.
In turn,
hang
the spy.
Freedom
rescind.
It's all
a lie.
Clipped wings.
Our Eagle
no longer
can fly.
This guy
reveals truth.
Traitor label.
Media
to fry.
Populace
blind,
rejected.
Lines fade.
Time comes
to choose
a side.
Apathy
runs out.
Some things
can't slide.
Hand out.
No
free ride.
Shackles
instead.
Sated
appetite.
Blind children,
lost.
Eating
what's fed.
What price
you pay.
Sheep
follow
where led.
Cliff
face,
up ahead.
Soon,
we will all
be dead.
Wake up.
Get up.
Go earn
that corporate
bread.
Pursue
the dream
they've placed
inside
your head.
The more
you earn,
the machine
will discern,
a bigger piece
is needed,
before
your turn.
This world,
overgrown,
needing to burn.
Mistakes made.
Repeated.
Human race
won't learn.
Job ad.
Help wanted.
Leader
needed
at the stern.
Job description.
To navigate
the spurn.
This government.
Their upturn.
Back to basic,
we must
return.
From path,
sure demise
to adjourn.
Turn off the tv.
Read.
Learn.
Grow.
This should be
the only
concern,
instead
of choosing
cheese,
to go with
bitter pills'
sauterne.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
enslaved, america, change, society,
Form:
Rhyme
I went astray for 654 days
I knock on the door that I'V seen before
As I await for an answer I quickly re canter.
He wont love me like did before.
He opens the door and I turn a round
The look on his face, He look like he drowned.
I try to explain with tears down my cheek.
One finger of his on my lips makes me go week.
He held me and kissed me in the rain that night.
We made love all night till the morning light.
How great is a man that takes you back?
How great is a man that loves with out Lack?
How great is a man that will hold me so tight?
How great is a man that loves me in spite?
I hurt him and blamed him for all that he done
In spite of what I did I actually won.
A man that cares, loves and trusts.
I won't leave my husband again out of lust!
I love you James Jenkins
Categories:
enslaved, husband, loss, lost loveme,
Form:
The saying goes,
“Money makes the world go round”
and yet as I step onto this adult plane
as the initiated guest that I am,
I have come to learn
how false these six words ring,
for it is not money that purports to be
the cause behind
the revolution we see,
but instead the devil we know too closely
the one we wantonly call Greed
and its want for more
need for more
be it the paper we value more than life,
or the power we strive to hold each time
lusting after what we don’t have
desiring that which is out of reach
twisting something made from purity
and it comes as no surprise
the strides some of us will allow it to go
to grasp a coveted seat
away from the many layers below
even if it means sacrificing
people along the way
bringing with it
a great deal of hurt and pain
as long as we get what we want in the end,
even if it means tarnishing
our last and only way to repent
letting go of a conscience
we no longer recognize,
until we are unable to see
through someone else’s eyes.
Categories:
enslaved, america, dark, life, money,
Form:
Free verse
My pureness has been taken, My heart has fully awaken
I was used and abused, I was hit hard when I pulled the wrong card.
I fell in love from a relationship made from above. You fooled me you tricked me. You put
a sward right through me.
I gave up my Husband for you, You where supposed to be my boo. But when Rich asked you if
I was your *itch
You turned around like you never new me.
You made love to me, You held me like I was a porcelain doll. Now you ignore me like I'm
an invisible wall.
You took my faith, Turned me in to a wraith.
Trust, Love and Hope are some things that God gave me but you enslaved me
FOR THE BETRAYAL CONTEST
THANK YOU Carolyn Devonshire
Categories:
enslaved, sad, sympathyme, betrayal, love,
Form:
Free verse
Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing Reconciliation
Categories:
enslaved, baptism, beautiful, christian, courage,
Form:
ABC
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day
Categories:
enslaved, childhoodchildren, people, children, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I hold my pen
and think of what to write.
Bound with time, enslaved by the past.
A many mirthless pauses
and a single melancholic thought
would never arrive at a story of reality sought.
I wonder if my imagination works well
for people whose brains can foretell
the imagery of words and mystery of punctuations;
Between the lines the words seem not an equation.
But, beyond the obvious,
I search for more
to fill in the gaps
my memory encore.
Telling and retelling of the past
I beseech a tedious fast.
Amazed how our memories enslave us
or free one's soul;
Free them! On the paper they find
a respite
And so, I struggle to write the past,
Hoping I will find a rest at last!
Categories:
enslaved, freedom, memory, writing,
Form:
Free verse
I want you to hear my melody
but i can't write
the right love song for you
I want you to open up your heart to me
but i can't make the words make sweet love to you
my heart is pouring out
my love is also real
I'm hoping now someday
you can believe
that with each and every breath
I am breathing it , finely just for you
now come take me as i am
love me in your timeless bliss
open up your heart to me
and love me as i am
there is no other
and you will be my last
this is our love song
this is our hearts
beating fast
so touch my heart
and lay down your head
I want you to hear my melody
I want you to open up your heart to me
this is the right love song for you and me
aka: lyricvixen
Categories:
enslaved, girlfriend-boyfriend, song-weddingme, heart, song,
Form: