Chains Poems - Poems about Chains

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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Liberty on a pedestal but her chains are hidden We built our walls of fear, not stone, And called them safety, called them home. While liberty stood watching, mute, As we forged golden shackles to Protect ourselves from phantom threats. The eagle with clipped wings still soars In memory and faded song, But cannot reach the heights once known When boundless skies invited flight. We...

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You can't see the chains I'm bound to be doomed. My feelings, my pain are taking a toll on me, Keeping me down with a chain around my neck. I'm sometimes ashamed of what I have become, "too cruel on yourself", they say, but I know. Is it supposed to be this hard to grieve? Grieve the loss of life, dreams, and...

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I'm hurting inside I don't know why There's been no tragedy And yet I still cry I do not understand What I'm going through Yet misery blankets me Like the morning dew One morning I awoke My heart weighted down The joy on my face Was covered by a frown Showing to the world That I was in agony Imprisoned by depression I long to be free Not bound by sorrow Or...

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pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden that the sun shone on early in the morning and you would sigh in relief at the harvest because i was good to you see me as fondly as the first buds of spring unleashing their insides to the world how your tongue savors its fruit like a parched desert flower...

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Perhaps primordial humans have fewer illusions to shed, fewer chains to break, While we, in the labyrinth of modernity, drown in waves of deceptive teachings, A soul must be ready to let go of everything, not just fleeting riches, But all the lies whispered to it, the entire brainwashing of society. One must leave behind false stories, free oneself...

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