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.
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:09am
Yesterday 11:09am
Waking On Eggshells
I'm not the type to tiptoe inside a room
I'm stomping like a AKA when I stroll through, leader of my sister hood
Like a sorority weaklings
Get anxiety because I speak
with authority I'm the only soul
that can tell my story
I'm not the type to say one thing
when I mean another folks like that
Are slick and undercover even though I've been phuck'd over I still look out for my soldiers as I get older I get bolder
no more looking over my shoulders
You cannot kill me I've already experienced death and if you spit at me
I will take...
I'm stomping like a AKA when I stroll through, leader of my sister hood
Like a sorority weaklings
Get anxiety because I speak
with authority I'm the only soul
that can tell my story
I'm not the type to say one thing
when I mean another folks like that
Are slick and undercover even though I've been phuck'd over I still look out for my soldiers as I get older I get bolder
no more looking over my shoulders
You cannot kill me I've already experienced death and if you spit at me
I will take...
#strength
#conflict
#power
#freedom
#determination
49 reads
7 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:02am
Yesterday 3:02am
“We Can’t All Be !” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 18/7/2019
Ya Know ...
... We Can’t All Be ...
Artistically Free ... !!!
It’s A FALLACY To Truly Believe ...
That Artistry Truly Deals In FREE Speech ...
It’s Just A Different Form ...
of ...... SLAVERY ...... !!!
When ...
Some Are FORCED ... !!!
To HOLD BACK ... Talk ... !!!
To Now Be... P.C.
Cos’ of Communities Like The LGBT ...
I Mean ... SERIOUSLY ... !?!
How Can Art Be ... FREE ... ?!?
When Artists CAN'T Speak ...
About How They Feel ... !?!
So What’s The Deal ... ?
Who’s ......
... We Can’t All Be ...
Artistically Free ... !!!
It’s A FALLACY To Truly Believe ...
That Artistry Truly Deals In FREE Speech ...
It’s Just A Different Form ...
of ...... SLAVERY ...... !!!
When ...
Some Are FORCED ... !!!
To HOLD BACK ... Talk ... !!!
To Now Be... P.C.
Cos’ of Communities Like The LGBT ...
I Mean ... SERIOUSLY ... !?!
How Can Art Be ... FREE ... ?!?
When Artists CAN'T Speak ...
About How They Feel ... !?!
So What’s The Deal ... ?
Who’s ......
#relationships
#money
#music
#freedom
#art
28 reads
3 Comments
mysticstones
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2020 8:38pm
2nd Aug 2020 8:38pm
The Plantation
did the plantation ever die?
worthy of a private eye
a question, needing the address
flipping the pages of unrest.
vast were the lands
providing for the heritage to withstand.
now the humor is less than jest
once again the owners read from their list
mistakes, obviously they did make
heavens let's not forsake.
the fierce of the whip
in modern times they do skip.
honey from the evermore sinister
the plot now is given less vinegar.
did the plantation really die?
observing of these days,
cripples me to say. ...
worthy of a private eye
a question, needing the address
flipping the pages of unrest.
vast were the lands
providing for the heritage to withstand.
now the humor is less than jest
once again the owners read from their list
mistakes, obviously they did make
heavens let's not forsake.
the fierce of the whip
in modern times they do skip.
honey from the evermore sinister
the plot now is given less vinegar.
did the plantation really die?
observing of these days,
cripples me to say. ...
#freedom
#tragedy
#morality
20 reads
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
31st Jul 2020 3:13am
31st Jul 2020 3:13am
Peace
Peace is not merely the absence of conflict,
It is a total freedom from all evil.
It is a total freedom from all evil.
#peace
#freedom
13 reads
2 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
30th Jul 2020 11:30pm
30th Jul 2020 11:30pm
Neverland
I wish I could begin again,
I'd slither in and shed my skin,
to leave behind this withered shell—
but a remnant of my bitter sin.
To quell the pain of mortal man,
I'd sever ties with life's demands;
to embark upon a new endeavor,
and escape to Never-never Land.
If only I could start anew,
as a honeybee on a drop of dew,
sitting on a blade of grass—
I'd dip my feet into the blue.
Oh, and if I were a little bird—
I'd never speak another word;
I'd tweet the sweetest melody,
and fly so...
I'd slither in and shed my skin,
to leave behind this withered shell—
but a remnant of my bitter sin.
To quell the pain of mortal man,
I'd sever ties with life's demands;
to embark upon a new endeavor,
and escape to Never-never Land.
If only I could start anew,
as a honeybee on a drop of dew,
sitting on a blade of grass—
I'd dip my feet into the blue.
Oh, and if I were a little bird—
I'd never speak another word;
I'd tweet the sweetest melody,
and fly so...
#regret
#freedom
#redemption
#despair
#escape
66 reads
8 Comments
Soxy
SoxThePoet
SoxThePoet
Poem Published
30th Jul 2020 8:04am
30th Jul 2020 8:04am
Counting Sheep
I tried counting sheep
But unlike yours
My sheep became reasons to stay a-wake
They keep me woke
They all are black and conscious of that fact
Incessantly they bleat
What it means to be black
Never to weild true power but be the bulk of poverty and crime
To be Born after the fact
There is neither dusk nor dawn just a sad existence and surviving the guillotine each day
To cringe to the metalic sound of snipping scissors
To be deemed worthless
Because their pelage has the pigment of darkness
My sheep hate that they are...
But unlike yours
My sheep became reasons to stay a-wake
They keep me woke
They all are black and conscious of that fact
Incessantly they bleat
What it means to be black
Never to weild true power but be the bulk of poverty and crime
To be Born after the fact
There is neither dusk nor dawn just a sad existence and surviving the guillotine each day
To cringe to the metalic sound of snipping scissors
To be deemed worthless
Because their pelage has the pigment of darkness
My sheep hate that they are...
#racism
#misunderstood
#freedom #inequality
#freedom #inequality
21 reads
1 Comment
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 4:39am
28th Jul 2020 4:39am
Watchers Watch
They are watching
No movement unseen
Fear is breeding
Total surveillance
A prison of our own making
The bricks of freedom
Chipped away
Right before our eyes
Used to have a voice
Now silenced by the watchers
Running on empty promises
A little hope
Is more destructive
Than no hope at all
Cell door slightly ajar
Wave goodbye
To any rights
You thought you had
Believable lies
Have brought us here
No movement unseen
Fear is breeding
Total surveillance
A prison of our own making
The bricks of freedom
Chipped away
Right before our eyes
Used to have a voice
Now silenced by the watchers
Running on empty promises
A little hope
Is more destructive
Than no hope at all
Cell door slightly ajar
Wave goodbye
To any rights
You thought you had
Believable lies
Have brought us here
#politics
#freedom
52 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 4:15am
28th Jul 2020 4:15am
Penalty Box
time for a hiatus
from DUP
i came here for the
dancer in the sky
now a dark cloud
obscures my view
and the mailbox
is blocked or locked
she spoke her mind so she now
sits in the penalty box
i’ll be sitting on the bench next to sky for the
duration of her banishment
hopefully it will be a brief sabbatical
(C) 2020
from DUP
i came here for the
dancer in the sky
now a dark cloud
obscures my view
and the mailbox
is blocked or locked
she spoke her mind so she now
sits in the penalty box
i’ll be sitting on the bench next to sky for the
duration of her banishment
hopefully it will be a brief sabbatical
(C) 2020
#anger
#freedom
115 reads
15 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 9:15pm
27th Jul 2020 9:15pm
Kensho in Still Life
In my experience, a painting is not made with colours and paint at all. I don’t know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere, a trifle, some detail observed, wondered about, and.. the painting itself is not on a surface, but on a plane which is imagined. It moves in a mind. It is not there physically at all. It is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see.. It’s a long, long preparation for a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#freedom
#consumerism
#art
#culture
87 reads
4 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2020 2:26am
23rd Jul 2020 2:26am
Rumble Mumble Bumble Crumble
Did I Speak Peak In Some Electric Poetic Dialectic ?
Were My Words Heard As Somewhat Prophetic ?
I Did Not Mean To Be Seen As Creating The Hectic
Flushing The Rush In With Words Quite The Septic
Some Vote Me In As A Corrected Imagined Elected
A Residential Presidential Mind Not So Low Infected
I May Not Know Who You Do But I Am Truly Connected !
Were My Words Heard As Somewhat Prophetic ?
I Did Not Mean To Be Seen As Creating The Hectic
Flushing The Rush In With Words Quite The Septic
Some Vote Me In As A Corrected Imagined Elected
A Residential Presidential Mind Not So Low Infected
I May Not Know Who You Do But I Am Truly Connected !
#identity
#politics
#freedom #responsibility
#freedom #responsibility
51 reads
2 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
18th Jul 2020 2:00am
18th Jul 2020 2:00am
Witch Is Goddess
Enchante And Yet Respondu
I Am Woman's Woman Now Coming Through
This The Body , So Thus The Mind
Encircle Eye To Eye Not Blind To What We Do
Weave The Spell The Story We Tell
And Spirit Be Set In Motion Now Renewed
And Thus We Are Goddess All Of Us
For If You Mention Even One We Must All Come
For Dance Of The Goddess Is Ensued
When We Take Full Stance And Rightful Attitude
And Do Not Allow The Numb Ineptitude
Of Those So Rude And Crude With No Gratitude
...
I Am Woman's Woman Now Coming Through
This The Body , So Thus The Mind
Encircle Eye To Eye Not Blind To What We Do
Weave The Spell The Story We Tell
And Spirit Be Set In Motion Now Renewed
And Thus We Are Goddess All Of Us
For If You Mention Even One We Must All Come
For Dance Of The Goddess Is Ensued
When We Take Full Stance And Rightful Attitude
And Do Not Allow The Numb Ineptitude
Of Those So Rude And Crude With No Gratitude
...
#identity
#freedom
#dance
#passion
#tradition
36 reads
0 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
17th Jul 2020 2:18am
17th Jul 2020 2:18am
Mia Wolff
They don’t like my
shit now because it
doesn’t agree with
the piece of shit
narrative they all
deeply believe
in
well, fuck you
too
now we don’t speak
because I don’t argue
with fools and neither
do they
what a bunch of
idiots we all
were
the best art comes
out of a drugged-out
desperation
when I’m drunk, I’m
a writer
when I’m sober, I’m
scared of what I’ve
written
freedom wasn’t what
they said it
was,
it...
shit now because it
doesn’t agree with
the piece of shit
narrative they all
deeply believe
in
well, fuck you
too
now we don’t speak
because I don’t argue
with fools and neither
do they
what a bunch of
idiots we all
were
the best art comes
out of a drugged-out
desperation
when I’m drunk, I’m
a writer
when I’m sober, I’m
scared of what I’ve
written
freedom wasn’t what
they said it
was,
it...
#conflict
#drugs
#narrative
#freedom
#art
56 reads
0 Comments
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