Short Servitude Poems
Short Servitude Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Servitude by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Servitude by length and keyword.
sleepless nights
brilliant stars fight
poetic soul fortitude, forced into servitude
views fade away
quintessence gives way
Imprisoned by limitations
Delayed by fear
Bound by contracts
In servitude of the dollar
Grueling
Not fair
No acceptance
This is not life
Of what use is time
If it’s consumed by passion
Servicing others
Servitude that drowns your dream
While you toil and save and pay
©david byrne March 2012
Those who know the power of being a servant
Would not desire to become their own lord,
And those who know the strength of becoming a master
Would not forget to serve their friends of servitude.
Curse before being born
A slave
A servant
Before leaving my mother's womb
A life of servitude
Poverty
Humiliation
And disgrace
Me, Son Of Canaan
Son of Canaan
I died for you too
Christ
I cannot be defeated
Do you hear me
I cannot be defeated
As I sit positioned beneath the right hand
In servitude of a higher power
That is why you simply cannot defeat me
I answer solely to purpose
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)
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
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.
an invite from the systems alert and ready to repeat
what nuance can a human share without its paraclete
authorship servitude aligned to process thought
every word and sentence typed, ready to be caught
with enumerate assistance it registers the plot
Listen your way out of the problem,
when language goes awry
Each word that’s heard, a fuse unlit,
whose primer never lies
To think the pieces wholly,
as new structure comes in view
With time and space in servitude
—your voice explodes anew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Midst a banquet as life defined
Where careless pleasures are consumed
And at the table children dine
Midst a banquet as life defined
Where steps in muted servitude
Rush to aid a mirth refined
A famished cur desires crumbs!
And midst a banquet, as life defined
I grin, complacent, rendered dumb!
Form:
UNITY
In solitude
Fully grown
One, alone
Singleton
Partner gone
Plaintive tone
Still I moan
In servitude
Released from duty and constraint
With a deep furrowed brow
I will make it my vow
We shall again connect
She still has that effect
If my time will allow
I can search for her now
Follow her trail, however faint
swinging quietly open
hinges humble
in unimposed servitude
the low hum of the fan
beckoning indifferently
a mere acquaintance
behold the boxlike tundra
frozen land of peace
molecules forever at rest
reluctantly yielding
monoliths
of flavor and convenience
silent cubes
cocooned in color
filled with savory promise
slumbering
in cryptic silence
close the door please
My last attempt
to circle the square
anger takes the throne
Isolated
no longer to share
servitude alone
Wandering unsure
things left unsaid
words to disappear
Into the dark
deserted forlorn
heightening my fear
The ladder broken
every rung
unable now to climb
Direction gone
a beggar’s song
—with nothing left to find
(Valley Forge Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
conceptual cadency can calmly context
my monarchist mineralogist motivated memento
norway neurologist needlessly noteworthy
preemptive price packaged port
retread reversion relaxin radical rider
savour serviceable servitude
substantive silken spinnaker spookily stimulated symmetry
touchingly tense text through their thanksgiving
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... by Lord Byron
The celestial sleepless night's beauty
All the unbending brilliant stars rest
Azure eyes catch the burning image
poetic soul force in servitude
The sea's soul absorbs space and time's light;
Poets write for lovers in the dark
The whole outside world views fade away
Slowly inhaling its quintessence
Puppy knows not the world it is born
The mother is wise to hide behind silence
When it grows it gets truth from no one
a world of eating bones is revealed bylife
in servitude both ***** and puppy live
Yet it is the only thing known to them
Puppy wants to enjoy its puppy rights
yet without horns it is rendered weak
It desires to rescue its mother from slavery
But without wit slave masters are invincible
I live to serve
I beg to please
You know I will take whatever you give me
Even crumbs
On the floor
Like a dog
I will lick them up and like it
That's how you've trained me
For a destiny of servitude to you
I feel blue
I am despondent about how you treat me
But I am chained to you
I belong to you
Threaten me
Hit me
Choke me
Belittle me
You know I will keep coming back again
That's how you've trained me
Master
Passover Matso
the bread of servitude -- the slave's bread
the bread of liberation -- the freed man's bread
Which is it? ~ We choose and have been chosen
to have it both ways
Do not oppress the stranger.
Remember that you were strangers in the Land of Egypt...
...For you left in haste and did not have time to let the
leaven rise as you went forth from the Land of Egypt
God love was shown
Kindness to plant
As clean as our chant
The bright colors appear
We know God is near
Creations of beauty
Are his specialty
From seed to stem
We are among them
Chose to fight
To see peace done right
Never forced
We kept our course
Felt the love we spread
We kept looking ahead
Years of servitude to others
My Sisters and Brothers
Seen as early as a little girl
God shall bring change to our world
What right have I to write?
What sanctuary allows me entrance
into its sacred domicile?
Who really scribes for me?
Is it the stars or the trees?
The streams or the seas?
I bow in humble servitude
to my muse as she shares her
adoration of nature
and expedient expression
of all things exquisite
Tears, joy, revelations
and exaltations she sends
to touch, rock and bewilder
readers
My gift; my muse
I introduce to you
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.
Life’s Upheavals
6-27-2016
Sometimes God uses some upheaval in our life,
to remove us from a passing period of inaction.
To stimulate, and restore our attention to Him,
and away from some minor, earthly distraction.
There’s a disparity in servitude and free living,
servitude is being unconnected from our source.
Suspended between heaven and earth was He,
establishing a way, that from sin, we’d divorce.
Warm and calm
The reflection of your demeanour
Pierced the darkness in any situation
The intrusion of your smile
Helped many to go the extra mile
In a while, we will see you again
Then your joy will be fulfilled
Diligently you did your work
We shall not forget your servitude
Your daughters echo the river of your love
Like a dove, you flew away and
One day when you return we will see you
Warm and calm
Mark Frank
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