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.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:18pm
10th Dec 2024 8:18pm
Spaceship Satellite
Spaceship Satellite
Can you here me
La la la la..
Losing control like
La la la la
I make music to feed souls
And fill holes.
Spaceship to ground control
Do you see me out in the distance?
Floating out here, there ain't no resistance.
Climbing to the top of my thoughts,
Broadcasting them from my spaceship satellite.
I'm up here alone,
But it sure feels nice.
I'm floating home,
Just roaming right.
Inside my starship interior
Real feelings,
Ain't none inferior.
Will...
Can you here me
La la la la..
Losing control like
La la la la
I make music to feed souls
And fill holes.
Spaceship to ground control
Do you see me out in the distance?
Floating out here, there ain't no resistance.
Climbing to the top of my thoughts,
Broadcasting them from my spaceship satellite.
I'm up here alone,
But it sure feels nice.
I'm floating home,
Just roaming right.
Inside my starship interior
Real feelings,
Ain't none inferior.
Will...
#freedom
#LifeChangingMoment
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 10:30am
10th Dec 2024 10:30am
Abandoned Liberty
Persistent
With her cold feet forced
Her bland eyes stare
You and I won’t comprehend
Her soul bound by custom
Despotism her pain
Demeanor, dull and dreary
Disown their desolate ways
Forsaken by their faith
Traditions and tyranny
Beliefs, brutality
Mutilation and misery
Suppressed by their sect
Heartbreak and hardships
Subject to suffer
Accused and abused
She’s dressed up but covered
With nowhere to go
Her eyes tell a story
You’ll never know
Her hurt caused by creed ...
With her cold feet forced
Her bland eyes stare
You and I won’t comprehend
Her soul bound by custom
Despotism her pain
Demeanor, dull and dreary
Disown their desolate ways
Forsaken by their faith
Traditions and tyranny
Beliefs, brutality
Mutilation and misery
Suppressed by their sect
Heartbreak and hardships
Subject to suffer
Accused and abused
She’s dressed up but covered
With nowhere to go
Her eyes tell a story
You’ll never know
Her hurt caused by creed ...
#freedom
#hurt
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#respect
60 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:09pm
9th Dec 2024 1:09pm
~defenseless
in the heart of auburn equatorial sun
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
#Africa
#dark
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
102 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 7:46pm
6th Dec 2024 7:46pm
u-4-ik
viz u4ik
#freedom
#love
#metaphor
#minimalist
#spiritual
137 reads
8 Comments
Mercurial
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 9:54am
6th Dec 2024 9:54am
Echoes of Dignity
Be with compassion,
Don’t collude with the unconscious,
To manipulate innocent souls,
To use their bodies for gold.
Your body is precious,
Your house till you no longer breathe,
Beware how you treat it,
Think what’s best for it.
Humans have made you objects,
Objects of gratification,
To spread your bosom and legs,
To deprive your freedom.
Young woman wake up,
From that deep sleep,
Know your power,
You are the pillar of society.
Without you, we would never exist,
We live to serve you, ...
Don’t collude with the unconscious,
To manipulate innocent souls,
To use their bodies for gold.
Your body is precious,
Your house till you no longer breathe,
Beware how you treat it,
Think what’s best for it.
Humans have made you objects,
Objects of gratification,
To spread your bosom and legs,
To deprive your freedom.
Young woman wake up,
From that deep sleep,
Know your power,
You are the pillar of society.
Without you, we would never exist,
We live to serve you, ...
#freedom
#ignorance
#morality #motivational
#morality #motivational
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
library
the books
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
#books
#freedom
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
57 reads
8 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 8:12pm
1st Dec 2024 8:12pm
before i reach town
before i
reach town,
i passed
large fields
of pastures,
the green
embraced
inside
fence lines,
and trees
lining the
roadside,
looking like
telephone
poles,
the string
weaved
in between
them, holding
everything
together,
and now,
the dirt
under my
feet becomes
asphalt,
the cows
and pastures
become
people and
buildings.
reach town,
i passed
large fields
of pastures,
the green
embraced
inside
fence lines,
and trees
lining the
roadside,
looking like
telephone
poles,
the string
weaved
in between
them, holding
everything
together,
and now,
the dirt
under my
feet becomes
asphalt,
the cows
and pastures
become
people and
buildings.
#city
#environment
#freedom
45 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 9:50am
1st Dec 2024 9:50am
~ffff~ b i r d
viz ~ffff~ b i r d
#birth
#death
#freedom
#metaphor
#spiritual
144 reads
5 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 8:16pm
30th Nov 2024 8:16pm
Freedom
Freedom
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever have the only one mirage?
Me!
Only me!
I am tired of postponing my love,
Of leaving verses out.
Of leaving it in between the lines.
I need only one face.
If I will ever use a mask
It will only be for Avant-Garde expressions.
As I play with my nakedness.
With my transparent skin.
And nude thought.
How long?
How far?
The dread of tomorrow morning.
In this land of blur.
With thick angry clouds.
In-between me and ray of light.
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever have the only one mirage?
Me!
Only me!
I am tired of postponing my love,
Of leaving verses out.
Of leaving it in between the lines.
I need only one face.
If I will ever use a mask
It will only be for Avant-Garde expressions.
As I play with my nakedness.
With my transparent skin.
And nude thought.
How long?
How far?
The dread of tomorrow morning.
In this land of blur.
With thick angry clouds.
In-between me and ray of light.
#escape
#freedom
79 reads
4 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 7:46pm
30th Nov 2024 7:46pm
ive me the vibe
Give Me The Vibe
How would I enjoy?
Had you not compromised your freedom?
Uncorrupted letter.
True melody.
Untouched Homo Sapiens.
DNA-Painting.
It is a mystic ancient call!
Give me the vibe!
Unchained.
It drags me,
I am running.
Let me!
Let me in!
Give me the abstract!
All the flowers you landed in.
All the colors you saw?
All the times you kept your breath.
All the sketches black and white,
Of those feelings.
An architect of a mystic space.
Let me in! ...
How would I enjoy?
Had you not compromised your freedom?
Uncorrupted letter.
True melody.
Untouched Homo Sapiens.
DNA-Painting.
It is a mystic ancient call!
Give me the vibe!
Unchained.
It drags me,
I am running.
Let me!
Let me in!
Give me the abstract!
All the flowers you landed in.
All the colors you saw?
All the times you kept your breath.
All the sketches black and white,
Of those feelings.
An architect of a mystic space.
Let me in! ...
#escape
#freedom
#love
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PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 10:27am
29th Nov 2024 10:27am
Solid, Liquid, Gas....
one often obsesses about concepts of "life after death"; imagined round about ways to glimpse "there"-nothing less than lucid;
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
#escape
#freedom
#peace #spiritual
#peace #spiritual
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