#slave poems on Hello Poetry

Winter Sparrow Nov 2019

Who?

Light up some sage.
Bring down your cauldron.
Put a candle on.
Let the rain be your music.

I am no wizard.
Nor am I a man of god.
But in times like these.
Maybe I should believe in someone.

Who am I?
A man split in two.
Consumed by anger.
Driven by freedom.

I am containing myself.
Holding back.
Baby, this isn't who I am.
I fight for what I want.

Think not of is as an act of selfishness...I am not selfish.
Nor as an act of heroism...I am no hero.
But because I understand what you are, who you are.
Im holding myself back. Fighting myself.

Finding a reason...why should I stop?
It's because you respect her boy.
You fool. Slave to love.
Captive of your own desires.

I am no wizard.
Nor am I a man of god.
But in times like these.
Maybe I should believe in myself.

Light up some sage.
Let the ashes fall in the heathen ***.
Get that sentimental pendant...
And wear that red gem around your neck.

#love #wizard #god #lust #faith #hate #anger #slave

Mark Wanless Nov 2019

I don't know

I don't know

i eat the food of the soft and hard work
no time is left for a god to appear
cross the river and find a path that's worth
a life of effort all live with the fear

of not existing in the mind of self
and what we call god is a band aid that
is better than nothing as we bleed out
our life upon a tabula raza

which is true yet malleable so now
we walk and talk the walking dead maybe
not a word is true that's thought softly in
a moment of real yell's and we follow

as slaves to the inner tune unheard that
can be peaceful if we try i don't know

inspired

#food #now #talk #dead #word #follow #slave #peace #know

Andrea Oct 2019

Buried alive

We are slaves
Nothing but slaves
Dominated by our convinctions
Buried by our ego

We don't believe in anything. We only care about ourselves.
We are all trapped in a hole digged by our closed mind. The world will never be a better place to live in if we only trust in our convinctions and do not listen other ideas.

#slave #grave #bury #ego #convinctions #openmind

blackbiird Sep 2019

Food for the soul (or maybe I’m just your slave)

Poetry feeds my soul
like a needle feeds the thread
upon which you have sewn
your ruby-colored letter A
across my heart,
marking the shame that
I must carry each time
you tell me you love me

and I’m a slave
to you.

there’s no release
no release from the
purgatory that you’ve
placed upon me.

Food for the soul
(I think maybe I am your slave).

#slave #relationships #trapped #fear #broken #heartbreak #shame #pain #abuse

Eliza Sep 2019

death

if there ever comes a day
where i am no longer my own
you don’t have to **** me
for i will already be dead and gone
if there ever comes a time
where my thoughts aren’t mine
and my manners are set standards
i will be sold away like canned dirt

realize you’re a slave to your mind

#mind #freedom #slave #society

Arisa Aug 2019

i am his "slave"

free spirit bound tightly.

the equivalent
of keeping a wild tiger
as a house kitty.

you may gag my mouth
you may bind my wrists
you may stimulate
you may penetrate

you may humiliate

but though i am your slave
I am still my own master.

#**** #slave #master #kink #romance #love #tiger #***

OpenWorldView Jul 2019

Our Masters

made us money slaves
control our narratives
divide and conquer

we live in a crazy
nearly surreal time
it plays like a bad movie
in front of our eyes

#master #slave #control #haiku

YAYATHI Jun 2019

Body sans soul

I am the body sans its soul
I am dressed in fancy work attire
I glow like any gentleman's body
I look like the master of my world

I step into the ergonomical work world
Only that in real it's a glass walled Colosseum

There is a Caesar up there in a throne
There are lot of cheers for me
But at the end of the day
I am just a slave dressed up as gladiator

The arena is set; mud covers yesterday's blood
Gods of the sky, be around
Soak up my sweat if I live through the day
Soak up my blood, if I dont make it that way.

The fight is on, villains galore
Sometimes they are the warriors dressed up in gold
Some times they are the monstrous beasts thirsty for my blood
Either ways it is a battle for life and bread.

The day is coming to close..
Doesn't matter whether I win or lose
I end up kneeling down
At the end of Caesar's throne

What will the Caesar do now?
Doesn't matter any how
I have to return here tomorrow
Without my soul in tow

#corporate #life #slave #gladiator #war #battle

Jose Valle May 2019

Slave

My fallen heart
Pantheon of my supreme devotions
Columns of my fortitude
Where is my stance?!

A fist of wrath ripped through the floor where my certainty stood once
The rugged fingers of my aptitude
Squeezed the mass of my inspiration
Dismembered poems float the river of no return
But in my quiet disposition
I write again

Jose Valle

#jmvc #slave #poem