Manacled Poems - Poems about Manacled

...Today, March 8th is International Women’s Day. After centuries of relentless struggle, are women happier today…? Can’t say! Despite all claims to equality and progress, women are still at the back se......

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...Stone and steel is my embrace, A petrified dance in the grey expanse. A cold monolithic grace… I am jagged edges… My soul claws at the barren sky. I lie, a silent scream against the fading n......

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...Idyllic reverie during break of day May today bring unbridled bliss delivered courtesy sunshine kissed giving Midas a run for his money. When the last trace of night evaporates analogous t......

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...My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month Which acknowledgement ought to be year round, similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic unconditional acceptance and ......

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...GILDAS TRANSLATIONS These are modern English translations of Latin poems by the English monk Gildas Sapiens (“Gildas the Wise”). “Alas! The nature of my complaint is the widespread destruction......

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..."He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens." Carl Gustave Jung Be not manacled, bound or tightly tethered to a ......

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...My nascent poetic tribute to black history month more apropos and alternately titled: praise to thee people of variegated melanin color, whose immense understated improvements and enhancemen......

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...the silent heart has no song to be heard only the loneliness within that echoes across empty rooms where no ear listens where the heavy drapes still the sun so the shadows may proceed unencumb......

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...To Ukraine ~Arise in arms from ‘neath oppression’s boot, confront the face of arbitrary whim. Resist as one to quell the scarlet brute and neutralize the threat of florid prim. Let tyran......

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...Nascent poetic tribute to black history month... crafted before onset when people of color got acknowledged for twenty eight or nine days depending if leap year occurred. Though I yam Caucas......

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...The dead they are burned not by heat or cold. Their spears did not grow heavy, blooms do not sprout from their ribbed barrels. They chew now on spent bullets; they have captured themselves. In......

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... "My Own Country" I am my own country these firm battlements have delivered milk like honey to a baby’s lips traversing the landscape these......

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...Their spears did not get heavy, flower blooms did not sprout from barrels. Some chew on ancient bullets, many captured themselves. In dark allies a switchblade blindness entered their hear......

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...hate is a prison where I'm manacled in chains restraining my wings......

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...Mightier than fibs and sharp swords, Manacled truth will with time prevail Against high peak and gigantic vale, And glossed lips' deodorized words. Sharper than lucre's nectared studs Stabs......

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