Best My Hands Are Tied Poems
Why Oh Why Oh Me.
Oh why oh why do have so much bad luck
My hands are tied
My feet are stuck
I’d be much better off being Mr Bean
Or Donald duck
Than me
I try so damn hard to move forward
But I always get knocked back
And if the road ahead was paved with gold
I’d fall between a crack
Nothing goes right
Everything goes wrong
I’d come last in my own lookalike completion
And I’m as popular with women
As King Kong
Why me what did I do wrong?
I feel like a caged songbird
Who never had a song
I wanted to be an Eagle
But I'm more like a Beagle
With a very wet nose
I’m fed up and frustrated
Condemned and so underrated
Unwanted just not good enough
A hasbeen an emotional punch bag
A failed comedienne
Without a gag
A sinking ship
A Rat caught in a trap
Ten steps forward a hundred back
An unwanted puppy
Drowning in a sack
A penniless beggar
With an empty cup
Only dark clouds and rain
When I look up
A prisoner on death row waiting to die
With no lookalike
Why oh why me
Cursed at birth
To live a life of misery.
Peter Dome©2019.
Don't ask me please,
because please I can't do.
My rubber backbone,
will only cheat you.
I'm a lonely disease,
I'm the cold in the breeze,
I'm on my knees,
my hands are tied,
and I've tried.
I've tried, I tried, I tried, I tried.
I've tired out,
I've died out,
incomplete.
Don't give me a headache,
it will last all week.
My bleeding feet,
need to hit the street.
You are a definition of
timeless love;
an adorable angel sent
from above.
My hands are tied but my
heart is freed
I cannot help myself, I'm in
love indeed.
Deep within flows an
endless emotion
it sets my spirit, soul and
body in motion.
I used to think you are
living within my heart
but no, your image is
imprinted on my heart.
Now I know why we are
simply inseperable,
your imperfect ink is
perfectly indellible.
Friends forever will be in
time and eternity,
I am not dreaming dear,
this is reality.
Thanks for coping even
when I offend:)
I know we will be friend to
the end!
For you my love, I doff my
humble heart
knowing nothing can tear
us apart.
thanks again.
(c) Oct 2012
Adeleke Adeite
At Dawn…
At dawn in the morning, become a gentle breeze.
Drinking like a drunken, and doing as you please.
Look at all the tulips, their cups are filled with wine.
Drinking in the morning and dance with all the trees.
You've got to smell the flowers, flowers are divine.
Bathing in their nectar, and humming like the bees.
The garden filled with kindness, wake up smell the light.
The journey is the short one, a chance for you to seize.
My heart is pure goodness; my hands are tied with pain.
My pain will soon be over, my heart will stand at ease.
If never taste sunshine, your mouth is full of night.
The nights veil the darkness and make your life to freeze.
Wake up, go with “Haloo” the sun is friend of his,
Your eyes will be open, and see the thing he sees.
9/23/16 Haloo
I met a fallen Angel
she had a gleem in her eye
I saw the Devil in her face
and now my hands are tied .
We have gone to the places
of her pleasure rage
the sound of strapped flesh
and no ones turned the page .
The blood is chilling in my veins
her body a little worn
I feel and taste her kisses
her flesh is being torn.
james....................................
My hands are tied and bound from your thorn
My tongue lashed out and brought you scorn
My legs are chained firmly to your lust bed
You toy with my heart release me instead
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My eyes are open but I cant see
You wont let go of the hold on me
My heart is torn how can this be
You wont let go of the hold on me
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My knees are week from each and every kiss
I struggle to let go from your hellish bliss
You lash my body and make me bleed
I plead for liberty but I'm all you need
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My eyes are open but I cant see
You wont let go of the hold on me
My heart is torn how can this be
You wont let go of the hold on me
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
Bound and gaged I sweat with desire
You torment me with your sex and burn me with fire
Anticipation is fear and I've lost my rein
Caged like an animal and I'll never be the same
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My eyes are open but I cant see
You wont let go of the hold on me
My heart is torn how can this be
You wont let go of the hold on me
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My hands are tied
I cannot speak
Although my heart cries out
For the starving weak and the meek
The inocents caught up in war
Corrupt worl leaders
Rotten to the core
Those struggling to live
I have so much love to give
The abuse of children old people
And aninimals
That can't speak for themselves
I feel your pain
It cuts and slashes my heart
Like razor rain
My heart has cried an ocean of tears
Over the years
For those who dwell on the cold unhospitable streets
The menatly ill those who can't even afford shoes for they're feet
While the greedy rich and powerful in they're ivory towers
Scoff from the same troth they greedly squable and eat
Foder they don't really need
So many hungry other mouths to feed
The evil pharmacutical companies who want us to be sick
And hide natural cures brainwashing the public
While making us sick with they're wicked tricks
The powerful puppoet masters who hide in the shadows
Spewing out filth by slings and arrows
Rasist hate over colour of skin
It's not the colour
But the poerson within
Black or white what does it really matter
I hear the idle chatter and gossip
From poison gnorant lips
I feel for the suicidle hanging on by they're finger tips
I cry for the babbies who are murdered and die
bever asked to be born
And I ask why?
The injustic malice barbarism the supression and persicution
Foolish nationalism pride and retribution
The Earth is dying
It's weary and tired
Open your heart and mind
To all transpired.
I care do you?.
Peter Dome. Copyright2019.
My hands are tied
My legs are wobbling
My eyes blood red because of what you’ve said
My heart beats rapidly
My emotions are muddled
You with your red tape and bureaucracy
Had stifled my dreams…
You punch me in the heart yet
You sit with your co-workers and laugh
‘Yes, we have put her in her place,’ you said.
I gathered my thoughts
How could I have been such a fool to think that you were cool with my frank personality and rejection of bureaucracy…
The fighter emerges and I had to hold back the urge to put you in YOUR place.
‘Dish cloth turn table cover, a victim of the system…’
I tried to hold back the tears but they flowed like the Jordan River
To think that all I wanted was to be given the SAME opportunity
As the Millers, the Minotts and to be finally considered among
The Haves and not the Have-nots.
look around, look around closely
there are things in this world that are gold or just yellow
Choose what you like but to me
your name has a hidden symphony with mild or mellow
tonight I drink to grief
as my hands are tied if you can't whisper a simple hello.
the last drop
its falling apart
but i haven't quenched my desires
its the last drop, that has remind
darkness falls, dreams collide
the only one thing that was mine
its going away
and so am i
i just realized, about my time
just knew who was i
i was a confused boy
filled with hatred and lies
i was marooned and i was doomed
but i survived and i thrived
and the last time
these memories brings a smile
i just can't bid goodbye
nothing else,cause my hands are tied
the last drop was so divine
it made me cry, for the last time
Am poor because am always tied
My hands are tied from the back to the front
My lips are shut and I cannot speak
I can only move my eyes from side to side
My mind is not sure of where it actually belongs
And my body keeps darting but not settling
I believe making my own decisions is hard
Because I is not an option, we is
I am told we makes sense
Makes us more respectful
Makes us more wealthier
Even though I do not know how
Am told that our money is collected and piled
When I say I cannot do that I want to build for myself am called selfish
Am called a bloody individualistic
and we is better than I
Am poor because I am weak
My mind does not act fast enough
And my heart cries too quickly
My mouth is shut because when I speak what I feel am condemned as just selfish and unrealistic
They say to me, you think you can do this alone?
They say to me, who ever successed alone?
They say to me, this is what we get for raising you?
They say to me, this is what happens when you give your children choices
I am poor because I carry too may responsibilities
I am poor because I cannot ask too many questions in the hope of knowing
I am poor because I am alone, when I ask for support
They say to me, You see! Did we not tell you we should be together
I am poor because my dreams are not supported
I am poor because my heart got long disconnected
I am poor because with all that I do, with all that I give, with all that I hope for
I stand to be corrected
I am poor because I am a soul long neglected
I am poor because you all worry in the eyes of society i stand to be perfected
I am a poor person defected and affected
I am a person long injected and infected
shamsa @ https://vikombeviwilivyakahawa.wordpress.com
Dear Jesus, my Lord and king
Show me what you want of me
Tell me what I can do for you
I hear your whisper but my hands are tied.
Each day I feel your gentle touch
And hear you calling me
But at a loss I am dear friend
For I cannot understand.
The answer dear child is simple
I never give you more than you can bear
Just testify to all
The things I do for you each day.
What’s simple in your eyes sweet Jesus
Seems too big a job you impart
Now you throw me into confusion
For I don’t know where to start.
Just take a pen and paper
And jot them one by one
Let my Holy Spirit guide you
Until your list is done.
Thank you dear Jesus
I am all set to give it a try
But please speak very slowly
So that I may get it right.
The thin black gauze does not obscure the eyes
Staring at me, one eye closed, one eye open; devoted
Grey metal pipes, exacting in their common goal,
Soon to erupt in justice, to carry out a sentence passed.
The sand below my feet is almost as dry as my mouth
I hum a song not yet written, composing songs never to be heard
I do not smoke, and no one has anything for me to chew
Except gall, and memories, and dust.
No one really knows me, except by what they have read
And as one would expect, most of it is lies, anyway.
And that is why my thoughts remain devoid
Of comprehension, or pity; and for the men poised before me, not even hate.
I know that without even seeing, that the landscape behind
Is crated with ultra-sonic peepholes
That once missed the point, perhaps even a reprimand.
And do I care? It is not obvious, but somehow I do.
My hands are tied to a cheese-hole tree, knotted
Which may scream along with me, if indeed I do.
I have been quick in my time, and I shall soon be dead
And does it matter? No one speaks, and all thoughts are cut off by silence.
I do want it all to end, and also I do not
For life, whilst my example has shown otherwise, is precious
To me, to you, and even while obeying orders, to them
Gazing with intent over iron and wood and sweating hands...
Staring, focussing,
At the paper heart on my chest,
Red, and beckoning,
And sad.
The door closes and I walk away,
Wholeheartedly knowing, I'd much rather stay.
But my hands are tied, and my heart is broke,
How can this be happening, is it some kind of joke?
Get in my truck to try and leave,
But the only thing moving are the tears on my cheek.
It's just a few days and then we're back together,
Some do it with ease but die I would rather.
The pain, the hurt, it all makes me sad,
Son's it's not my choice to leave, please know that. Love Dad.
i have so much
to say yet
no one will
listen
i have so much
to see yet
no one will
show me
my hands are tied
and my mouth is
glued shut
what a conundrum
how unfortunate