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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Gift

Gift short poem

she sometimes wished her heart so heavy with love unspoken would rise to heavens as rain filled cloud and there dissolving in joyous downpour would gift the earth an emerald spring

Prisoner

Prisoner short poem

I sabotage my happiness with every chance I get I wallow in my sadness my fears and my regrets I beg for love to claim me but I am fearful of its strenght I stop to smell the flowers but

Love Sonnet 225

Love Sonnet 225 sonnet poems

The flower that now captivates my heart, Become so fond of showing in my dreams, And oh, the sweet ruse that from there would start, Relates such dreamscapes of so lovely themes; Like fireworks that give memories their sheen, Excitement

Forbidden Rule

Photo by Nad Renrel Desiring urges of the forbidden rule It’s almost irresistible How much I want to caress his face To kiss his lips softly passionately So hard to hide the desire inside I want to move closer Touch

Love – The Drug

Love   The Drug short poem

I hid away and staged my Death but it found me again . Never ‘O Never won’t fall for you again I am an innate being now . Your advances are sweet And your offers so tempting . The hair,

Oh My Love

Oh My Love short poem

Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel

The Evacuation

The Evacuation short poem

I’ve been drenched In the pool of Tormenting thoughts The footsteps that entered Into my oblivion Those enormous hands Metallic fingers Sharpened nails Molding Cupping First a drop Just touched and trickled Then A handful Yet not satisfied …. Everything

Migration

Migration elegy

I gathered insufficient number of perceptions, because I put them into old bottles. I walked an endless distance from this permanent peak in the desert to the other camel hump. Is it progressing – It’s not in my hands. I’ve

When I Discovered

When I Discovered prose poem

When I discovered a lake in me, on surface some moonlight When I found some wildflower and sun rays permeated my being, When I got every answer and a saturated silence, deep inside a sweet thing called life smiled I

I see no change

I see no change short poem

I see no change In age.. For some years that were before, Childhood days were happy, Young age was to make merry. There was the sky and heaven, I was roaming as Romeo even. Then came established life; there was

Sands Of Time

Sands Of Time short poem

Here and now is the moment to become the tide and time in life over run in moments we are set as a sand in hand sifting in the wetness of a land crumbling sand As drifting minutes bear no

Heaven Forbid

Heaven Forbid long poem

Well he’s my friend and I’d never Do anything to betray him but The things you say and do when We’re alone I get the feeling you’re Just using him to get to me… Well HEAVEN FORBID I’m wrong But

I Search

I Search short poem

I search for depth in my shallow life I search for height on a low divide I search for purpose yet unfound I search for dreams stashed in the ground I search for souls that are themselves I search for

Out Of God’s Eyes

Out Of Gods Eyes sonnet poems

Rise, oh weary, war-spawned sheep Leave your demons caged in sleep. Travel up above this place Of caste and creed, of greed and waste. Shear the spirit from the host Invoke the remnants of the scourge Awaken sentience in the

Time To Answer *

Time To Answer * short poem

This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment: for the raw melding, of life imprisonement and death behind the bars. The sin had seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view of the caravan passing on the shifting

Shredding Images

Shredding Images short poem

you are not insane enough to write the colorful cichlids of your thoughts are hidden in the bowl with the gray marbles you used to think were dead mens’ eyes then maybe ancient Greek bullets you used to be able

Geometry

Geometry short poem

You catch what was convenient for age of denial. The exit. Not being for nothing, a better half of a belief. Dependence was increasing on wounds inflicted on others. I stop at the mid of road to turn or not