Chained Poems - Poems about Chained

A Chained Wolf

I stand here, cursed. 
Soughted upon a brim of hope.
Yet darkness be it me for swallows.
My site is blinded by my blood red soul. 
My hands are numb by the sharpness of my beastly nature. 
The wildly hairs, knitted to my’th skin. 
My ivory gates, beckoned me to crimson devour. 
I..
I am forever doom, by

Chained to the Memories

the chains that hold on to me
I kept 'hold on to the memories'
now screaming looking at the sky
beacon tell me will I survive?

the chains of the past
and pain stuck under my skin
the blood moon is on the rise
and something buried will come out at night

in chains of blood
in chains of memories 
i try to survive
but

Chained

Life
Afraid of living
Masks the shadow of
Death

Chained Heart

Chained Heart

She turns from love, a shadowed flight,
Afraid to face the softest light.
Her heart, though aching, will not yield,
Behind her walls, forever sealed.

Caresses fall like whispers lost,
Each tender word is met with frost.
Affection knocks, but finds no door,
Her soul remains a guarded shore.

She longs to love, yet fears the flame,
The burning touch, the whispered name.
Trapped

Chained Animals

A majestic beast, so wild and free
Tamed and held in captivity
Chained and bound, no longer wild
The beast's spirit, so broken and mild.

The beast is forced to toil and serve
The master's will, it can't observe.
Its dreams and hopes, all put to rest
Its voice, unheard, its soul, oppressed.

A herd of sheep, obedient and meek
Their spirit broken, their

In the twilight of a restless world, where minds are chained to glowing screens

In the twilight of a restless world, where minds are chained to glowing screens,
The machine-like hum of existence drowns the whispers of the soul,
People move like automatons, their essence eroded by the electronic tide,
A slow degradation of well-being, a quiet erosion of dignity, intolerable in the end.
In this programmed environment, where the air grows thick

Chained

I am not a prisoner; I am chained.
With these rusting iron chains, I am pained.
I see the butterflies flying around.
With absolutely no audible sound

I see them even when I close my eyes.
They don't suffer from any earthly ties.
These butterflies have secrets to tell me.
They tell me that I can always be free.

All external ties that

Duel Cuplets in Dual Couplet Duet

                     Morganite, Jasper
Floor Voiced of many waters
Drinks of my Creature

Seers eyes roll over
Stigma of the Messenger
The Tree of Knowledge

Apple of my eye
Medusa's organa seed
My Jealousic Stone

The Palmer Worm feeds
Honey in mouth, sour stomach
Scroll is unveiling

Wisdom

Fade To Black CHAINS HAIKU

 Sylphs, Fairies, Imps, Sprites
Moonlighting on the dark side
Bitstreaming the Night

Ology fractured
Today's Client, a new breed
That's the business

Mushrooming sales, sniffs
Crystal, clear intent
To manufacture

-oting with money
At the Poles, even my wife
There's Aurora now

Lunging from darkness
Retro grade it forward, Ho
Think plunges work well

Everything's for sale
Well, Specially People, Hell
Got a few right here

Ever since Biden
Been no need for

Can we tell every truth ?

Can we tell every truth ?

Can we write those ?

If I do, I shall suddenly be a stranger,

that nobody knows.

They might see me as a demon

who can feed its mother to the crows.

Society will scream like a priest,

“bury him with his twisted prose” !

So some truths we can never tell,

Keep those chained in our secret

Faith's Chained Haiku

The living mindscape.
      Virtues stage, showing colors.
      Painting the belief.

 Sculpted in truth's form.
 A resurrect, re birthing.
 A glorious seed.

      Sunlight on our skin.
      The kiss of destiny's plan.
     

I Have Been Chained At the Bottom of the Swamp Guarded By Black Angels

At the bottom I can hear his words barely grasping the hand of reality and gravity As he speaks atoms split I feel urticating. For I spit into a white void I am reborn and remade.

Mockingbird

                            Mocking Bird  

  Mocking Bird Mocking bird can't fly, 
  Mocking bird can't sing, 
  Mocking Bird is unable to walk.
  She's

Chained

Music from within
Keep a light on for me
While I set myself free
Break away from these chains that holds my mind bound
Hearing ths song that has no sound
There is no one else around
It has always been up to me
to set myself free
From the invisible chains  that holds me down inside emotionally use these chains to

Caged and Chained

Locked in a cage,
Bound by chains,
I’m a prisoner of fear,
Full of growing pains
And afraid of change
In a future that is near.

From all the struggles,
I seek release,
Relief from what troubles,
The ability to be humble
And a way to achieve inner peace.

I no longer swing
From the ropes of shame,
Instead I sing of
The beauty after the rain.

Break free,
Of doing

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