Servitude Poems - Poems about Servitude

In the heart of the kitchen, where flavors collide, You wield your vocation, with passion and pride. Anointed by Heaven, with gifts that you bring, To nourish both body and spirit, you sing. With skilled hands you blend, a mosaic so fine, A feast for the senses, where taste interlines....

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The classic tale Centuries-old through self-owned reliance a hero rises from the cold But Within these chapters carefully hidden Upon the pages where this story is written Between the lines is the story untold Of the acts of love by the willfully forfeited soul Born a sacrifice Meant to be consumed A life never lived Born to be used Created as a vessel To hold an elixir...

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I suppose there’s a difference between voluntary and involuntary servitude, maybe in the same way consenting adults enter into all sorts of degrading personal situations which otherwise would be major felonies, but when it’s happening it doesn’t feel much different; servitude is servitude after all. As the Great Bard once said, “you have to serve somebody”, and the spectrum of service certainly is broad; from...

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Creep, oh centipede! A malady to my cornea. Like kernels a decoy In my Eden realm. I'm infuriate to civility Just us serenity intervene. Serendipity smock my bones In solitude. Here it is, your servitude Of search....

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Eviscerate my being! Distort my face! Bring me closure to my ego; replace! Seizure in dark games through which we interlace, Beckoning the reaper's embrace. Subvert my empathy! Break me into colluded ecstasy! Mold me in your image of apathy! Put me in a daze of senseful apogee! If only I could help You experience the same... If only I...

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A wild wisp, bound by a vile kiss. A rogue thought, bound by flesh and an unchaste heart. The parallax of bliss.. An outcast shut in. Withering in distraught. Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot, Your flow taught. Beckoned by a teal whisper, enticing the senses to tame. Amethyst's fragile wish, inviting my essence to claim. Your coy hum softens the core, irrigates lust, makes me...

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The powers, the powers 'that be' wish to thank you for your on-going servitude, for your compliance, conformity, acquiescence, gullibility, subservience, apathy, disinterest, inattention, and your willful or blind ignorance. We gratefully accept your abject submission as we strive to eradicate all opposition and discussion. You are the very best of sheep, the most loyal of lambs. We applaud your naiveté and lack of interest in our secretive regime. We keep your secrets so you do not have to. May...

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Abc to the P Servitude, will I flee Captivity, I sue. All thanks to poetrysoup Like a lion, I roar With the Iron, I roll, Poetrysoup's throne, Will I stand to withhold In the berth of little pen, Lost in the depth of sinful den And falls on the lanky route. Sighting above, poetrysoup's root, I cruise like a soldier in his lusty hood. In the emptiness of proficiency, Dying...

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I’m willing to accept that it’s all but a cloud Memory behind me, and draped in a shroud I’m willing to accept my fatality deemed A portal indentured —to dreams left undreamed (Dreamsleep: July, 2021)...

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Somewhere in the wilderness, Among the barren deserts, And under the swarthy clouds Lie the dilapidated destination Of a poor homeless rebel, Victimized unmercifully to fall Like a drop of rain waited long! There is a burning sand, Perforating his bootless heels With each prick eat up and engulf The rest of blood from his dry veins And does challenge his undanted will Not to subdue...

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see wane of despair, pains more deeply inside. "Feed My sheep", I will...

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Our Servitude Microsoft a macro problem has become If of little intelligence, deaf and dumb Complex becomes their word of the day Consumers convert to Apple right away. Problems Microsoft definitely is denying Gave free update Windows 10 to be trying To have corrected clutter caused by eight Expecting all of us to happily celebrate. What other choice do we have to choose? If we...

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Lead me towards your light like the three wise me of old oh famous STAR. Make me a grand gladiator in your sacrid arena,tasting ultimate victory oh GULDER. Tune my ears to your alluring melody, great HARP of ancient singers. Lead me to the path where my diva lie still,awating my reviving touch,am at your servitude dear...

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Muted words linger in limbo imprisoned between many leaves bound together in the darkness of a poet’s tried thesaurus. Their alphabetic existence is but an endless servitude whose individual meanings chosen and together sequenced for the glory of the poet. The many verses read aloud gives each utile word a voice and continues till completion. Then darkness returns once again as the reference book is closed....

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IN VENTURED SERVITUDE Faster and faster it became my master Quicker and quicker I became sicker I blazed a trail to the dark side of tomorrow Then laid a highway to a city they call “sorrow” More and more I needed to score And too oft the pickings were far too slim So if she had to re-up I’d cop from him Longer...

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