Shackles Poems

beyond the shackles

Once I was starling voice at dawn, 
A flock of chimed echoes on my tongue,
Wheezing whistles on choralled lawn,
Each verse a mimic so sweetly sung.

Now I’m a lyrebird lost in the brush,
Framing my solos in shadowed boughs,
With heart unfolding in trembling rush,
A lonesome lilting with hidden vows.

With cheeslets and flummox in my beak,
I sift the

Naked Legacy

I taste the beating of your heart
As truth drizzles onto my soul
Daring me to challenge this equation
That turns two pieces into one whole

I embrace a broken mirror
As I am claimed by torment beyond measure
Calling me to face the rigors of this legacy
But instead I run toward pathways of twisted pleasures

I am adrift on a raft

Awaking in shackles

awake from darkness,
in chains,he feels the cold grip-
numbness fades to pain.

The masks we wear

They taught us young, the fine art of concealment,  
Threads of ideals tightly woven, hard to unbind.  
What is perfection? What is normal?  
These are the whispers we inherit, soaked in like breath 
From mothers, fathers, teachers, friends,  
We’re shaped, folded, pressed to fit the mould,  
To wear the mask

Shackles

I stand here today
Watching the struggles of yesterday

The never ending trauma seen
In a very deep ravine

From a baby it’s clear to see
She had been tortured to a degree

The stories of mass abuse
Should of made her a recluse

A child abused over grief
All she needed was love and relief

A mother happy to abandon
Only bothered about expansion

A new

Shackles

“I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.”  Dean Koontz

I know there is something bright above me
I can feel its brilliance 
I want to rise above this earth to join it
I can lift a few inches, but something is holding me back
I try to break free

Shed shackles

Shackles from our past suddenly shed
When we face the demons in our head 

Courageously conquering the mystery 
Of what was rooted deep in our history

The slate wiped clean for a fresh start
As gifted the key to unlock our heart

Shoes Shackles

Still living in the creepy past
Why the time had run so fast
Locked my feelings in a jar 
Happiness gone from me so far
Buried myself in a grave
Why do everyone think me so brave
I helped them out but didn't know
They will leave me too
Still smiling with a painful heart
I want to escape out of this dark

Tangled Shackles

Tangled shackles ,
finite spaces.
From life to end,
One hope in the eyes,
To meet infinite ways.
The needs and the breads.....
We only care.
Who constantly stare....
Seeking liberation.
Times facing nastiest sunlights
And the human who frights!.....
Me,you,is we all stand accountable.
Will take a lot grit!
To free the spirit...
The day will come....
The day will come.

She Wore Shackles

She wore shackles
By Michelle Morris
27/06/2020

She wore shackles her whole life:
Shackles of being a good daughter, mother, wife;
Of being there for everyone, 
No matter how she was doing;
It never seemed to be her time;
She felt like she was an illusion... 

Demands for this, 
Demands for that;
Taking, taking, taking 
From her;
Never giving back. 
She felt constricted, trapped

Shackles of Love

Questions teased and awed 
no doubt in amazement 
Intellectual attributes I was 
disturbed by my placement 
soon my shackles of love fell, 
Into pieces upon the ground 
After his perpetual disappearances,
he couldn’t again be found 
Recognize arising consciousness is 
in my awakening 
Eternal commitment, sealed with 
a kiss not enabling 
Shattered self of preservation, 
would

Golden Shackles

We played 
Scrabble until the word Bali came up-
and you were gone.

That night
your pillow
smelled of ocean breezes, coconut and
heliconia.
When you came back-
I want to be free.

I built a body balloon
around you
and filled it with helium.
I let out the tether 
and you went up and up
and up
to the jet stream.
I released the tether.

A man in a

Oppression

Dull shackles
An accessory to a crime
Worn out from repeated abuse
Of oppression for profit, for personal gain

The cracking of a whip
A contributor to paralysis
The inability to move
Petrified by the sight and sound
In chains, continuing to till the ground

After a thousand lashes
Many of us will have chosen
To become obedient
Begging and pleading
Or left to die bleeding

Next of kin
Release

Rams In Shackles

The rams were shackled with ramshackle shackles.

Home

For the love of the sword
For the beauty of the regalia
For the pride of the crown
For the tower of the noble

The cage be broken open; 
so the bird shall fly -- yet again
far up into the sky -- to the bliss named home
away from all shackles -- and memories of it!

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