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In Chains( Poems - Poems about In Chains(

Tattoo Deportation- Inked in Chains
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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Categories: in chains(, longing, symbolism, war,
Form: Free verse
Liberty in Chains
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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Categories: in chains(, corruption, extended metaphor, inspirational,
Form: Free verse



In Chains of Blood
in the serene countryside, he found himself on a cliff caught in chains of blood pushed to the edge by his father's will who wished he never existed too depressed to scream it out even the nature can't help him out alive but hushed into a confinement only to live scared of new dawn...

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Categories: in chains(, anger, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Tie Me Up In Chains
Tie me up in chains, tell me submit to your will, knowing that deep down inside it gives me an undeniable thrill See in a way I am just as sick and twisted as you, because I am asking for you to do things to me that I normally would never let anyone do Go ahead and...

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Categories: in chains(, dark, sexy,
Form: Rhyme
Hope In Chains
The tyranny of modernity —aspiration enslaved (Dreamsleep: February, 2021)...

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Categories: in chains(, slavery,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member I Was Once the Man Locked In the Box Tribute Given To Alice In Chains, Layne Stayley
Poem from my new blog I Was Once The Man Locked In The Box (Tribute Given To Alice In Chains, and Layne Stayley) I was, once a man locked in a box Begging for a savior smart as a fox Even better, should my hero be a she For it was Love that imprisoned me I need a hero to gift...

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Categories: in chains(, appreciation, art, creation, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Woman In Chains
A young lady’s soul was trapped in a life of moral decay. She was born and raised underfoot; painful memories were all that were made. She often dreamed of marriage and having a child to call her own. Her eyes were filled with hunger, desperately wanting to feel true love. Her mother was very self-centered and her father was...

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Categories: in chains(, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Woman In Chains
A naïve life possessed by the power of desire turns into an object inanimate and utterly inert. Existence untainted and vibrant if captured by the cruel clutch of unrepressing lust, rolls like fallen gems, the string ruptured. The senses drenched in acidic insolence don’t for a moment repent the presence in dismal heart the...

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Categories: in chains(, lust, woman,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Woman In Chains
Woman in Chains (What Man Would Abide It?) Women throughout centuries – the softer sex. I picture them subservient since what feels like time primordial! What man would abide being sold as if mere chattle and being called another’s property? What man, with a love of learning or of writing, would acquiesce and be denied the education and the opportunities he so desired? What...

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Categories: in chains(, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Women In Chains
Peer into the heart of any woman, and tell me, what do you see? Is it a woman shackled to pain; crying in despair at the weight of her chains? She breathes, she breeds, and she dies; as a lesser being, in servitude to a man. A child of Eve, reduced to chattel by the church; mothers and sisters, sexually, physically, and mentally used,...

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Categories: in chains(, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Woman In Chains
giant hand clamps her mouth tightly shut she does not even try to speak has traded life for love but is this it? is this it? She dares not speak her truth her ideas her thoughts Is she dreaming that she had them? Possibly. The fear of making him angry keeps her perpetually silent. She doubts that her children knows she has thoughts. She has not seen...

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Categories: in chains(, abuse, love hurts, women,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Woman In Chains
Here, away from the weight of strain where domestic thorns are spiked and ripped, she entangles her damp hair then bares frozen sighs, running barefoot along softened meadow grounds; her soul cleansed by moonglow's peace, forced not to yield to a man's cycle of incessannt rage, as moist eyes float...

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Categories: in chains(, abuse, recovery from, woman,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Woman In Chains
Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms She creates her own make-believe world Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms Upon glittering stage where they sell love Each time she caresses arms of a stranger, Pretending to levitate in sultan’s harem In glitzy appeal of polygamous mansions Where she reiterates to sighs of ambivalence-- This used to be once the venue of glamour. But her allegory of...

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Categories: in chains(, betrayal, emotions, woman,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Women In Chains Then and Again
UNDER THE GLASS CEILING part 1 Mary and Angelica ,ladies of great renown Painters extraordinaire in Ol' London town Still life,portraits & history on a grand scale- Left out of a group painting because they were not male ! NOTE Mary Moser & Angelica Kauftmann help to found the R & A but were left out of the 1770's painting...

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Categories: in chains(, discrimination, history,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Woman In Chains
Woman in Chains Inner child blinks back tears through the cheval glass At a bruised reflection staring back, Battered by the hand of perfection, Wearing chains in glimmering pearls deception, Beauty and the beast - beauty now turned beast - Though in the grip of vogue, Restrained designs fettering creativity, Beneath the veneer of outlandish style, Wears hand-me-downs; Wounded dove, kissed with a...

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Categories: in chains(, angst, beauty, health, mental
Form: Free verse

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