Poems about Freedom
#freedom
Poems about freedom and what it means to truly be free. Poetry about having the freedom to act, speak, and think as you want, and what it means when those rights are taken away. Poetry about situations and parts of the world where people have to fight for their freedom. Also, poetry about freeing yourself from a difficult past.
When Wolves Sing
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The wolves have come back
they always come back
scratching at the door
howls echoing deep within
something feral responding in need
I have always known
I am not alone
my whole life listening
to the music of their voices
and for a short time
until their songs fall silent
I am free
The wolves have come back
singing in harmony
my guts twisting with need
puking undigested the breeding of me
set me free!
from the dog collar of society ...
The wolves have come back
they always come back
scratching at the door
howls echoing deep within
something feral responding in need
I have always known
I am not alone
my whole life listening
to the music of their voices
and for a short time
until their songs fall silent
I am free
The wolves have come back
singing in harmony
my guts twisting with need
puking undigested the breeding of me
set me free!
from the dog collar of society ...
#freedom
#redemption
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
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I won't rest
In life I was silenced
never free by those individuals who didn't respect me
In death
I won't rest
Feelings I will express
Agitated
Retaliation Prosecution
Vindication Exoneration
I'm free
never free by those individuals who didn't respect me
In death
I won't rest
Feelings I will express
Agitated
Retaliation Prosecution
Vindication Exoneration
I'm free
#freedom
#revenge
#rhyming #silence
#rhyming #silence
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City lights, city lights -
City lights, city lights –
Look at all the city lights!
Some are red, some are blue –
Some light up a roof –
Such are our summer nights.
A therapeutic wind blows
As I dare to look below
At the freeway steadily
Moving as an artery
By the bright headlight glow.
From such a great height
In the lateness of the night –
A thrill to my young heart
I feel before we must part.
What wondrous city lights!
Look at all the city lights!
Some are red, some are blue –
Some light up a roof –
Such are our summer nights.
A therapeutic wind blows
As I dare to look below
At the freeway steadily
Moving as an artery
By the bright headlight glow.
From such a great height
In the lateness of the night –
A thrill to my young heart
I feel before we must part.
What wondrous city lights!
#freedom
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reoccurring mortal thoughts
I can't help but often think to myself- the thought of this likely being the one and only life there is that one will ever...."live".... godamn .... godamn.... wtf?
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#LifeCycle
#honesty
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A fantasy- "brought to life"-"bought and paid for"
a thin line between "fantasy" and "reality"- in certain instances it seems- where there's a will there's a way- but the "price to pay" could be a "debt/depth that's deep" if at all granted- or so it seems;
every one isn't afforded that "fantastical reality"- where that tape exceeds to infinity-one inserted personally into a personal silver screen that only you get first hand to see; a mind at ease? a legitimate peace? sounds like a wonder land to me- seldom a soul would ever truly see-
in...
every one isn't afforded that "fantastical reality"- where that tape exceeds to infinity-one inserted personally into a personal silver screen that only you get first hand to see; a mind at ease? a legitimate peace? sounds like a wonder land to me- seldom a soul would ever truly see-
in...
#escape
#freedom
#philosophical
#lust
#temptation
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Skin Talk
In America my skin is my rope, every melinated fiber of it , society stretches it around my throat. My enemies wear hatred like a coat.
My people became a American nightmare floating on a boat. Slavery was only emancipated, in the deceptions written in their quotes.
Burning crosses lighting the images of evil laughing ghost. Moses shouting let my people go, pharaoh said murder, every first born son, so their population would not grow.
My people shouting let freedom ring. And in trees in the summer breeze.Tearful ebony eyes watched freedom swing.
...
My people became a American nightmare floating on a boat. Slavery was only emancipated, in the deceptions written in their quotes.
Burning crosses lighting the images of evil laughing ghost. Moses shouting let my people go, pharaoh said murder, every first born son, so their population would not grow.
My people shouting let freedom ring. And in trees in the summer breeze.Tearful ebony eyes watched freedom swing.
...
#corruption
#freedom
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#inequality
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~for, in the breath & hope of freedom, I live I die..
viz: freedom
#freedom
#lion
#love #nature
#love #nature
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I'm Not A Little Girl Anymore, Dad!
You're always telling
me what to do, Dad!
But no more because
I allowed myself to
pose topless in front
of this photographer
no matter what type
of garbage you keep
on force feeding me!
me what to do, Dad!
But no more because
I allowed myself to
pose topless in front
of this photographer
no matter what type
of garbage you keep
on force feeding me!
#dialogue
#fiction
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#sex
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Ode to incarcerated friends
Long have I lived and longer I intend to
as finite my quest peers where peeks
mountainous viral embrace
where ever I lay my eyes
starting my day with a personal blessing
that I use each morning no longer a loner to prayer
not to dethrone any path nor faith
I have unnamed it from any higher plane
realising I am free to chose my words
bestowing all singular angles where beauty
is water we drink and reflect
I lay upon these streams
his voice through the receiver
nasal...
as finite my quest peers where peeks
mountainous viral embrace
where ever I lay my eyes
starting my day with a personal blessing
that I use each morning no longer a loner to prayer
not to dethrone any path nor faith
I have unnamed it from any higher plane
realising I am free to chose my words
bestowing all singular angles where beauty
is water we drink and reflect
I lay upon these streams
his voice through the receiver
nasal...
#freedom
#friendship
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~bhakti yoga in all it’s rasas.. the liberation in love
viz: bhakti
#fire
#freedom
#love
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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Epitome of Now
I wish I knew how to paint, so I could print this moment outside of this bed and others could see and feel what I'm experiencing.
There's nothing here but everything compressed inside a tiny moment that will fade in the morning. Still, it is beautiful.
The shape of your lips, the texture of your skin, your smell, your taste, our absolutely intimate casuality.
It's nice to know that I can love something without romanticizing, that I can feel you penetrate my soul while my body is intact, that I can be ok with the no disclosure because the act was never a play meant...
There's nothing here but everything compressed inside a tiny moment that will fade in the morning. Still, it is beautiful.
The shape of your lips, the texture of your skin, your smell, your taste, our absolutely intimate casuality.
It's nice to know that I can love something without romanticizing, that I can feel you penetrate my soul while my body is intact, that I can be ok with the no disclosure because the act was never a play meant...
#freedom
#sensual
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off-the-grid club
I'd do it- but I wouldn't/couldn't do it alone; I'd need community-others I could trust; in this life- I never wanted much-and this "new age social media" thing- isn't my stuff; introvert at one's core- only so much one can adjust....
I've been inspired- but this matrix is tough.... what works for one- for another would be more rough; I'd always be content with just enough; but there's a certain way to move out here or else one could get crushed....
I've been inspired- but this matrix is tough.... what works for one- for another would be more rough; I'd always be content with just enough; but there's a certain way to move out here or else one could get crushed....
#escape
#freedom
#friendship #support
#friendship #support
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