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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
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We are walking on the fine lines
That connects to the other side
Its exterior is very thin and you need
A giant telescope to document all the sordid
Boon and the naturalist colors; time is of
essence and you must be on time for the wedding
the guest are pouring in and the choir began to sing
the ceremony is about to begin so tell the guest to
walk through the doors that that leads from the basement
to the upper floor; you can only take that route once
to achieve your mission way up in the sky . You don’t have
enough time to remain on the ground, so follow your
heart where destiny is bund; take the side road that leads from
the main street and walk on the steps below and you will find
the platform that leads you the train station. You will find
the airline waiting gallery on the other side.
This might be the last time we will meet so post this letter for me
Tell my beau that I am coming to see thee at half past three
Tell my beau that the earth is flat you view it from the back
Tell my beau that the earth is round if you wear queen Elizabeth’s crown. Water is in the rocks and science can prove that
And you must get ready for the after shock.
Tell my beau that I will be true to thee; my hands are tied
But I will go with you to see where the arches merge with the sky
Heavens will bend once before you can see the sun and you will know
Howthe original journey began.I don’t need a lot of things for the
Journey; I only want enough money.I will carry only what I need for the journey, so keep your hopes high and tarry with me and let courage c
complets the journey. Post this letter for me.
We are walking on the fine lines
That connects to the other side
Its exterior is very thin and you need
A giant telescope to document all the sordid
Boon and the naturalist colors; time is of
essence and you must be on time for the wedding
the guest are pouring in and the choir began to sing
the ceremony is about to begin so tell the guest to
walk through the doors that that leads from the basement
to the upper floor; you can only take that route once
to achieve your mission way up in the sky . You don’t have
enough time to remain on the ground, so follow your
heart where destiny is bund; take the side road that leads from
the main street and walk on the steps below and you will find
the platform that leads you the train station. You will find
the airline waiting gallery on the other side.
This might be the last time we will meet so post this letter for me
Tell my beau that I am coming to see thee at half past three
Tell my beau that the earth is flat you view it from the back
Tell my beau that the earth is round if you wear queen Elizabeth’s crown. Water is in the rocks and science can prove that
And you must get ready for the after shock.
Tell my beau that I will be true to thee; my hands are tied
But I will go with you to see where the arches merge with the sky
Heavens will bend once before you can see the sun and you will know
Howthe original journey began.I don’t need a lot of things for the
Journey; I only want enough money.I will carry only what I need for the journey, so keep your hopes high and tarry with me and let courage c
complets the journey. Post this letter for 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.
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.
A blue, black shade of love.
Sent from above.
My hands are tied to worlds unknown,
And this I know.
Your breath's like wine,
And just like clouds, my skin crawls.
It's so divine, the sky it glows with fields of light.
Did you know that I love you?
Come and lay with me.
I love you.
And all this day, I will love you.
You make me feel alive,
and I'll love you
Until the end of time.
My hands shake clasped with fear as you come near
To say goodnight, just like a dove.
A peaceful sign.
To help us by as you come in.
Let this begin.
Stars fall like dust, our lips will touch.
We speak too much.
Did you know that I love you?
Come and lay with me.
I love you.
And all this day, I will love you.
You make me feel alive,
and I'll love you
Until the end of time.
Did you know that I love you?
Come and lay with me.
I love you.
And all this day, I will love you.
You make me feel alive,
and I'll love you
Until the end of time.
I've got a say, if you will let me
It's always hard, when you're around me
But here right now, there's interest in your eyes
So hear me out, and hear this the first time
That I... love you (come and lay with me)
I... love you (and all this day)
I... love you (you make me feel alive)
I... love you
Till the end of time
Form:
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
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....................................
Form:
Here is a story sad and true, how my life made me question, "what did I do?"
I am only eight years old and my hands are tied I have a pencil in my mouth and my
eyes are open wide.
Honestly I knew what they said was a lie but I listened anyways and that’s how I
ended up on the inside,
I don't like it here and all my friends said, "Keep out!" but I didn't listen and now
even the monsters in my closet can't hear me when I shout.
This building made my mommy smile, she told she would pick me up after
awhile.
Every other kid my age I saw was either crying or just down right mean. There
were crayons
On the floor and paper stuck to the wall, there were chairs in the corner and a few
girls holding dolls.
There was a lady clapping and calling out names finally she got to me and I wanted
to scream.
I tried to reach the door knob but It was out of my reach. Then the lady laughed at me
and said,
“What would you like me to teach?” I shook my head and started to cry the floor
started spinning and
I wish I could fly, because the window was open and just a little over my head. I
tried not to listen
to a thing she said.
My mind is poisoned by my dreams,
Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes.
My lips are sewn, my hands are tied,
Well, I deserved it. It's all right.
A chance of being understood
Just stands no chance, as no one could
Unlock two always open doors -
You turned the keys and locked them both.
A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.
No love to trust, no trust to love,
But you still play this useless stuff.
These cupid-stupid endless games
Are pure lies in subtle frames.
You all agree my words are clear
And so damn true! But in your fear
To contradict the pattern set
You solemnly declare me mad.
A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.
I'll change the rules or quit the game,
Your strategy is really lame,
So now my words are way too brusque,
And it's the dawn of your dusk!
A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.