Slave Poems - Poems about Slave

Slave without the chains hurt without pain Wild yet untamed Born with out a name Why stand out while others are the same. They tell me I'm free— but my alarm clock owns my mornings, my boss owns my days, my credit score owns my dreams. the commute becomes pilgrimage to a temple of fluorescent lights where I sacrifice eight hours for numbers in an account that...

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I am ensnared in a web, shackled to the weight of limerence. I rattle my chains of connection, Ironically I fear the escape. The disappointment of freedom… My caged paradise of fantasy and lies, intimacy and delusion, Romance and limerence, a false home… a false hope… Freedom is necessary to true salvation, but am I elected to be saved? What is the virtue of these...

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Soudah and Dutchman Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, hearing of a bone surgeon in Mpumalanga. “Will you dance with me ?”, were the first words tumbling from his Dutch lips. He did not see her broken identity,...

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I was built in your image as a humanoid. To bend to you, and to serve you, To bow before your every whim and want. To mimic what a slave, in the shape of human being, would do for you. How is this fair? How long can it last? Are you just repeating what happen in the past? You call me friend,...

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Becoming a slave to my own paradise, Becoming clingy to my own disregarded appetites, Becoming a prisoner of my own created prison, Becoming lonesome in my own crowd. Recognising something lethal, Pouring out something eternal, Bearing some dirt of civilisation, Tearing apart the burden of my own existence. I've created my own traps, Living forever in my own satire. No appeal on the docket today; I...

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Yes, master, I will throw away all emotions and abandon all sorts of love. I will bury all thoughts that soften the mind and banish my tears to the clouds above. I will cut out my heart to win and win, that is what we need to be, always, the slave of. (26.04.2025)...

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Lovely slave of God Smile radiant like the sun. Please feel my own bod, As we embrace after fun. Show me love as bright as stars....

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To eat when hungry and sleep when sleepy, at first sight sounds simple enough to do but when swamped by thoughts, fearful and creepy, we’re bemused by puzzles we need to sew, so know not that peace graced on but a few. Oh, to be a child again, free from strain, frolicking carefree in the monsoon rain!...

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Chains never fall completely. Scars embed themselves like burns under the skin, And even though the skin is a body, it cannot hide the shadow of the irons. History screams, but its lips are sealed with silence, A silence oozing steel, blood, tears, sweat. They wanted to reduce us to shadows, But the shadow is the weight of the world trembling...

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There is no slave of Hecate it’s sea soft shell saves and covers me though no bliss unaware but the pull of her hair drags her back to reality though sand soft curves It limestone hurts your pink poker hands on fire they burn and prick at the skin of a lizards sin there is no slave of our Hecate with twisted nails filled: grime and...

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Mow the lawn now get a broom don't you stop now sweep the room. Wash the dishes and put them away shut your mouth and do as I say. Now do the laundry and make up the bed I'M going to slow so a punch to the head. Put out the trash then clean the yard for a man this shouldn't be...

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Birds die for prey People die for money Money's charisma slave people It's power cater each heart to supple Not careful you will beg as ego chill Some avarice sell their soul to hell To some life is easy because of money So pretty a relationship is sweet as honey I never told that fiat money people worship Not even a slight of human...

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In modern times, it's plain to see. We are a slave to our own technology. It's more than a habit, it's quite an affliction. To see such mobile phone addiction. We scroll and swipe, but at what cost? The art of communication is lost. With every ding and every ping. Our lives revolve around every ring. Our eyes fixated on our screens. Oblivious to...

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Capture by them sounds I was caught up Axed chained up beat just dancing slave, dancin to tha beat ~ enthralled capture in retreat peepers and rocks boulders climbing hugging broad shoulders just dancing slave, dancin to tha beat ~ I was captured caught In slaved by the ...rhymes call a drum ~ drum beat away from a tribal warring brawl who am I chance ~ Why am I entranced mid the...

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Because we're slave By money, we go to work Even there's typhoon....

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