Chains Poems - Poems about Chains

in the voice of a man who walks through fire to light a candle And yet, love breathes in poisoned air Though boots came down, though no one cared. Behind the fence, under red and black skies: I loved. I hoped. I paid the price. Carve this truth on prison walls In pink triangles, on nameless halls. They called us shame, they...

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Slave without the chains hurt without pain Wild yet untamed Born with out a name Why stand out while others are the same. They tell me I'm free— but my alarm clock owns my mornings, my boss owns my days, my credit score owns my dreams. the commute becomes pilgrimage to a temple of fluorescent lights where I sacrifice eight hours for numbers in an account that...

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Steel bars whisper cold truths at night, A jungle of killers, no room for fright. Survival ain't luck, it's blood and bone, Earn your name or die unknown. Respect ain't given, it's taken in war, A blade in the dark, a fist to the jaw. Weakness is death, don’t...

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They came with books and broken laws, With poison veiled in noble cause, Whispers of "freedom" in their breath, But all they brought was silent death. "Athens," they claimed, "birthed this design"— Yet nowhere did the ancients sign A pact to force this frame on all, To raise some up, to make most crawl. When they arrived on Africa’s shore, They found no beggars...

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They came not with swords, but contracts in hand, With smiles that curdled like poisoned sand. World Bank, IMF — dressed in divine intent, But behind every loan was a nation's lament. They called it aid, we called it debt, A collar on the neck, a future beset. They promised bridges, but built no roads, They promised freedom, then handed codes. Our children’s...

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Another drag... inhale, exhale, inhale, lungs fill with toxic smoke another sip... fire glides down her aching throat another croaking whisper to the one beside, although aloof and remote. She laughs in the face of sorrow, trying in vain to hide behind her eyes the sound is an open coffin, a high hysterical plea filled cry I imagine she has...

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I remember wishing for her happiness, for if she smiled, all would be fine. She was a tempest, a storm of anger, sadness, and despair, Allowing the darkness to consume her, an abyss too deep to repair. She let the shadows dictate her life, Surrendered to the pain and grief Her laughter was a distant memory,...

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the years of clutter sum total feel much like a noose around my neck the memories both good and bad exhausting in their tonnage trinkets on shelves reminders in drawers paramount to the anchor out to hold me back the sea beckons all around me but i’m fettered in a stalemate hovering when i should be sailing how i envy the minimalist who has mastered the art of...

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Someone has said to me: Brother, if God is everywhere, Why should I go to church? And I said to him: Brother, the atmosphere is full of water If you get thirsty, you just don't drink right away You have to go to the source of water or a well In order to quench your thirst. Same with our spiritual life Your soul...

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Most of us linked in this world by chains or by freedom When we leave ~ by grave or mausoleum ...

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The sound of wheels on tarmac Keeps me focused Keeps me grounded Keeps me present The sound of wheels on tarmac Takes me farther and farther away From everything I have ever known Chained up like a worthless dog The sound of wheels on tarmac Reminds me that rebellion Always comes at a price You just have to decide if it’s worth the prize The sound of...

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A declaration etched in ink and in stone, Rights whispered softly yet fiercely well known. A birthright claimed in every newborn's cry, A universal truth beneath a boundless sky. But banners unfurl with promises bright, While shadows lengthen obscuring the light. The chains of injustice they bind and they hold, Stories untold in whispers grown cold. A hunger for justice, a thirst for...

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Chains never fall completely. Scars embed themselves like burns under the skin, And even though the skin is a body, it cannot hide the shadow of the irons. History screams, but its lips are sealed with silence, A silence oozing steel, blood, tears, sweat. They wanted to reduce us to shadows, But the shadow is the weight of the world trembling...

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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...

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With a delicate brush stroke, the artist traces the fragile dance of sunlight A Summer wish held deep within a heart of love searching for the courage to reveal a secret hiding within a heart of desperation One poet writes of a woodland path lit of twilight lavender dream where two lovers touch in a state of serenity...

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