Slavery Poems

Slavery poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of slavery poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on slavery are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Chains Of Slavery

Chains Of Slavery short poem

You hold me with your chains , Your chains are heavy they lock my brain , You and your invisible chains , But I alone determine my destiny , My destiny belongs to me , So don’t try to hold

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Life As A Slave

Life As A Slave short poem

Slaves work hard in the cotton field from morning to night deprived of yield. They have to endure the heat from the sun. Oh, when will their lives as slaves be done? The slaves have little food to eat, and

How Free Are We?

How Free Are We? prose poem

Though every country in the world has freedom I don’t feel we are very free No, not the richest or the poorest, not anybody Bound by chains we may or may not see No, we haven’t yet escaped slavery, Why,

Poems containing references to : Slavery

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

World In My Head

World In My Head prose poem

It is idealism to think that life will always be as sweet as honey When a man always think about pretty things in this crazy world he will always fall as a victim of sadness because you will not always

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Let Freedom Ring From Extremity To Extremity

Let Freedom Ring From Extremity To Extremity long poem

Let Freedom Ring from Extremity to Extremity. Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only word in the dictionary of liberty, water that nourishes the tree of liberty, Chlorophyll in every green plant, the photosynthesis of life. Freedom millions had sought and died

Non – ‘I’

Non   I short poem

I intend to move away from myself as apologia for sadness, Could not give up the zen, powerless, breathless, drowning, in my skin, my veins, sharing the existence of undoing, what was something. Nobody I am, connecting to you by

Pale Bastard

Pale Bastard long poem

Come back, Pa, I need your cash The hunger pangs make me wanna chow the natives You shoulda raised me poor, given me something of my own You grow into the castle forecast upon you And I will never have

The Throne Of Lucifer

The Throne Of Lucifer long poem

The sunset blazes upon the vault This afternoon dies slowly forever The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma The prima donna of

Onfire

Onfire short poem

A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider

Acrimonious.

Acrimonious. prose poem

Alone inside but, encircled by people invisible to any significance in your eyes, Empty and sorrowful, even a smile is too expensive for you, there is a whisper in you, a hushed voice, the only drive that pushes anything to

Millions Of Voices

Millions Of Voices short poem

There are millions of voices that are silenced From trafficking, slavery, and exploitation. Not just overseas, in third world countries, But right here in our very own nation. There are millions of tears that spill to the earth Of those

Trump Wins

Trump Wins short poem

May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what

Mimic Life

Mimic Life long poem

Distinguishment The labours of impression The ascent apparent in its brute The uproar which soon I fear perceives an inglorious seclusion Most amiable and devoted My mode of life was in behalf of my hunger And I rise from its

The Watchnight Songs

The Watchnight Songs poetry books

The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection

Ford’s Theater, April 15th, 1865,

Fords Theater, April 15th, 1865, ode

Petersen House, Washington, D.C. (i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular). between a hard spot of whiskey and draughts of arrack nonetheless (without doubt),

The Throne Of Lucifer

The Throne Of Lucifer long poem

The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of

The Beasts’ And The Birds’ Claim

The Beasts And The Birds Claim short poem

We are beasts for we never follow human rules and laws We hate mansions, for the whole world is like a mansion Man may live in designed mansions, but they are not free like us For they are in the

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Write As Rain

Write As Rain long poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Write As Rain

Write As Rain short poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

On Fire

On Fire short poem

A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider

Freedom Is Always Bliss

Freedom Is Always Bliss short poem

We are free to attack and destroy evil, But for that is needed a very strong will We are free to compromise in life, But not with dagger and knife Freedom is to set free minds from terrors, Freedom is

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Sunshine

Sunshine short poem

In the moonlit sky In the sky so high I see a shooting star My thoughts go far To my love As pure as dove Oh how do I say You are the ray Of my life You are the

The Parents

The Parents short poem

When pillars are broken building is to drop With their support roof remains at the top With their strength destination is to hop With out them every effort is to flop Parents are but real mercy of God In their

Man Proposes God Disposes

Man Proposes God Disposes short poem

Where do the souls of the children go, The ones that are scraped from the womb. surely in God’s great Heaven they can find, Blessed peace and sweet room. For I cannot believe that God in His mercy, would not

Tonight

Tonight short poem

Tonight I’ll drink, I’ll drink tonight to the New Year, to the new “might”, to those who crushed my dreams and flight, to all my hopes that suffered blight. I raise the glass to the New Year, for the new

Descending

Descending short poem

I make ready myself for an insult and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors on trees; someone inside the shrine was making

Where Are You Now

Where Are You Now prose poem

Another year has come and gone are Are you still singing that same old song. Stumbling through life wondering why, maybe it’s time to stop living a lie. Crying, life is unfair it will never Change, try letting Lord Jesus

Conquer By Words Not By Sword

Conquer By Words Not By Sword short poem

How foolish. How sad. How awful. When can they stop acting they don’t know? When can they stop pretending that they are not hurting others? They can kill me physically. Or hurt me emotionally. But, I am not the one

A Simple Life

A Simple Life elegy

The old log cabin in the woods half hidden by the evergreens, a cozy home once filled with hope, was now a box of broken dreams. A tired body, tired mind, and lonely heart was all she had. The man

The Lost Jewel

The Lost Jewel elegy

Everything shattered once and forever They were escaping from ultimate fever The fever of wars and massacres They saw hope waves So surfed blue waves Man lost the jewel and hopes waived Blue said, don’t make me red For hundreds,

Let Me Fly

Let Me Fly short poem

Don’t tie me down… I’m afraid I’d get smothered. Don’t hold me back… I’m afraid I’d never revive. Don’t chain me with unseen shackles… I’m afraid my soul would shriek in pain. Don’t slay my wings… I’m afraid my dreams

Superb Blue Wren

Superb Blue Wren short poem

Australian songbird Blue Wren Uses secret passwords As an identification to their offspring’s. The fact is that the mother bird teaches The chicks when still in egg form A special song that they remember When they are born. When one

The Red Button

The Red Button short poem

A human myself, I would push the red button. For having seen into man’s heart, Brimming with evil. Black, Rotten. Eliminating them now, Preventing perhaps. Unending sadness, Shielding the unborn. From humanity’s touch, Painted with madness. The red button, Gleaming

As Above

As Above short poem

Most frightening thing: it all makes sense there is a plan or at least a thread that can be traced back a fuse emitting hiss and stink it caused Kennedy to get shot , my mother’s canary to flit free

Truth, Justice And Evidences

Truth, Justice And Evidences long poem

Shylock and Portia, in a court-scene, One to shed blood, and the other Not to shed blood, on one and the same condition, To be true to the court, in favor of justice, On rules and regulations, against Antonio, A

Flowering Of The Thought

Flowering Of The Thought short poem

Belonging to the not belonging, was becoming a method exploring the path. In the backyard unpleasant fumes were rising. Nocturnal swoop of enlightenment, clearly becomes a festival of yellow death. Who was hiding the truth? Flowering of the thought in sky,

Meadowbreath

Meadowbreath short poem

The most primal of seasons First baby-breaths of spring Creation without reason A holy art of being Earth’s neolithic easter Without woe or restraint The forests ooze, the bees stir Irrepressibly make The oldest and most reverend Yet most wanton

A Note Of Suicide

A Note Of Suicide long poem

The walls were closing in on me. Frustrated and furious significantly. A grey cloud of despair, can’t you see it in the air? Where are you right now? You said you would always be there. As the emptiness filled the