Tyranny Poems

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

Roar!

Roar! long poem

Dear O dear! How you have not sunk your fangs Deep into the steely arms of the tyrant – he laughs at you! How your teeth have eroded and are now blunt and brittle – They can barely crush bones

The Drunkard

The Drunkard elegy

I hope it’s not him, The one who keeps drinking gin. As the bell rang, I said, “who’s there?” He barked, “Open the door! I’m here.” My hands started shaking, And my head started aching. But still I managed to

Poems containing references to : Tyranny

United Defiance

United Defiance long poem

To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been

The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage

Resurrection

Resurrection prose poem

From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises. As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine

A Mystic Paradox

A Mystic Paradox short poem

Not superficial, real inside, something was ruined. Tonight I will walk out in dark beyond me. Creased, under tyranny of love, wanted to unwrite the script in the stampede of sins. Impeachment throws up the shock syndrome. No wish to

Sullied Sands

Sullied Sands short poem

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

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A Visit From A Ghost

A Visit From A Ghost ballad

I entered their Kingdom, Where once I did sing them, To sleep As they lie in their beds. Their eyes slowly closing, Their heads softly nosing, The pillows That lie ‘neath their heads. I saw their chests rising, And felt

The Fire

The Fire prose poem

Disassociate! If things and people don’t motivate you- disassociate! Tell yourself that you will open your eyes. The fire which is extinguishing, ignite it. The time if not today, will never come tomorrow. Tell yourself that you will light your

The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

I remember watching tv as a boy, I wanted to be batman, when I got older I did not play with toys I wanted to be pacman, selling drugs seem the only way out, when you’re under the hills of the

‘Quarter Past’ To ‘Quarter To’

Quarter Past To Quarter To long poem

I went for dinner; she came on a date… Waited for her until a quarter past eight… She walked in, looking like a million dollar, Anyone else would’ve known, but I’m no scholar… She ordered for some strawberry and wine,

A Supermarket In Seattle

A Supermarket In Seattle prose poem

the crows stopped contending in the parking lot there was a hint of salt and seaweed five miles inland a shopping cart creaked over uneven asphalt rolling unchaperoned until it sideswiped the curb, tilted, slid into the gutter with a

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose ballad

The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered veils of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a

Rose

Rose short poem

Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time

Moon Is On Wane

Moon Is On Wane short poem

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspect of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

Different Dimensions

Different Dimensions long poem

Tick tock goes the clock or does it now could just be an illusion in a world of confusion in a man-made world built on lies don’t you just wish you could disappear through a door somewhere to another world

Walk With Me

Walk With Me short poem

A union, a vow, a marriage. It is the legal words that bind, But in the day to day work, The love is sometimes hard to find. We run around in our circles Checking off our “to do” list And,

Another Day

Another Day short poem

The ocean breeze blew through my hair On it, a hint of magnolias Or was that the incense you were burning At the altar of your daily prayer Filled my lungs with the dusks’ freshness The dance of the chimes

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem prose poem

Fetch your hoe and I will, my own Without delay, to the field let us go. Of water and food, here is the basket Not on the patches ahead can we sit But on what we cleared shall we rest

Jesus, Power Of Love

Jesus, Power Of Love ballad

Power of love, God of all glory, hope for all eternity Power of love, joy of our Savior, Wonder of beauty Hope for salvation, Father who watches over us Power to come with mercy to heal in the name of

The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door short poem

I gaze through my door expecting her arrival; Wish she sees me for I am not her rival!!! I stare her window, pretending to be innocent; But her dad stares at me, through the balcony vent!! Developing my fullest courage

Literary Lessons

Literary Lessons prose poem

Literary Lessons #1: A poet should above all be devoted not to being copyrighted, but quoted. #2: Divine inspiration is no excuse for bad poetry. #3: In literary style, I endeavor to follow in the footsteps of Dickens, Poe, Dickinson

Women

Women short poem

“O you woman! Why do you after all submit To who that ever hurts and hits, Causes you only sufferings Distresses are his offerings. And gives you nothing Except tongue-lashes And choicest accusations? What after all do you get From

Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but

Stormy Night

Stormy Night short poem

The dark clouds are rolling in quickly, wild wind blows fast and fiercely Many leaves and twigs start twirling around and circling Feeling like Edgar Allen Poe, In the distance I can hear some echo’s Of many dog’s barking in

In The Year Of The Clover

In The Year Of The Clover prose poem

In The Year of the Clover and the luminous black sun my life did get better all the dreams I ever held dear to my heart have just begun… Apprentice to the Wizard in the shadow of candlelight and a

Dear Sweet Child

Dear Sweet Child long poem

When the sun is on top, know that the warmth will always touch your skin. The stars that often hang in the skies even when it’s daylight, they’re all your guardian angels. The moon that you often talk to when

The Silence Of Eternal Flame

The Silence Of Eternal Flame short poem

you were stealing me from myself my mitochondria, a little under the name, while I was unmoored, talking to a mirror who did not recognize me, caked in heat and dust touching my tissues and blood under the ignited roof

A Friend In Pain

A Friend In Pain short poem

I don’t want to lie and say that i can feel or know your pain. Or tell you that there’s a rainbow… after a painful heavy rain. But i can say that many times.. I to thought of my demise.

Had Been

Had Been short poem

The most wanted moon was writhing in black sky, after a star fell for a pebble. The nymph had become a golden nugget in east. Sun was rising. Guilt of burning the sea was writ large on the face of

A Faithful Friend

A Faithful Friend long poem

How can i thank A most faithful friend Who by my side Has always been Who’s never judged Nor left my side Everyday together But left at night This friend whose name I never knew Who never spoke This friend

Freedom

Freedom short poem

My heart broke into raptures , my ears listened to the cymbals of freedom. Long hours of toil, moments of agony had come to an end. My life’s most important exam was over. But was I at peace? No, this

In Honor Of Alan Rickman

In Honor Of Alan Rickman short poem

Remember remember remember the past, The sparkling in our eyes with a tint of gold, Our youth was forbidden to last, The sorrows of the world began to unfold, Long aching days I spent, With red rimmed eyes, Thoughts and

I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself short poem

I have three friends Born some time back Now making my whole World They are named I, Me, Myself Friends were many before Mani, Mini, Tanu, Manu I need them no more As now I have I, Me, Myself Why

The Kite

The Kite short poem

A flight of inspiration, An art of imagination… It is a Kite of hopes That light up the lamps of lives ! Like a chariot of ‘Venus’ Drawn from horizon to horizon; Like ‘Jove’ the Swan Flies from earth to

Role Of Money

Role Of Money short poem

Infant hardly know what is money Child hood is beauty without money Youth is filthy sans money Young age is a struggle to make money Middle age is meant to save money Old age can survive only with money Dead

Made For Each Other

Made For Each Other short poem

True and sacred relations are made for each other Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day

Sestos – A Fragment

Sestos – A Fragment long poem

As I lay in my sleepy bed With your poetic words flowing through my head Wooed by a prince I felt a queen As I sank into a sea of dreams And tho’ consummed by a fathomless flood I awoke

Abused.

Abused. short poem

His stony rampant presence swamps my gut with frozen fear, rearing embittered bones. Forsaken by my angel, away she flew when my favourite shadows died now I am alone with quarrelsome bladder and skittish quivering bowel. The wicked ogre proclaims