Slave Poems - Poems about Slave

Becoming a slave to my own paradise, Becoming clingy with 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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Too soft to describe with words Letters have sharp edges And speech can’t define If peace were a river I would be a leaf Falling in my deadness The freshness of green gone Helpless as I am Swirling in the wind Destined for the dirt But the water draws me close Flowing with alien weight The scent of hope and solitude Kisses my thirstiness My eyes overflow with the...

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They bleed red blood on tar black street Yet called thug as beat blue black on repeat Thick and thin skins the color of soil Purchased in history more valuable than oil Why did you choose these as slaves For the culture did I hear you say And did you mumble about ancestors who pray If you hear God what did God...

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Psychology, I am not your slave I am not your slave, I am independent I want to be a happy human A happy man I don’t...

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Do you want to go to Heaven Do I have to Work No Yes I want to go to Heaven Thank you, LORD...

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