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.
~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
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u-4-ik
viz u4ik
#freedom
#love
#metaphor
#minimalist
#spiritual
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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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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
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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
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~ffff~ b i r d
viz ~ffff~ b i r d
#birth
#death
#freedom
#metaphor
#spiritual
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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
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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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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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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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Chains of Freedom
Hold up
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.
“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.
In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his...
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.
“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.
In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his...
#CallToAction
#corruption
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
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You Can Fuel
Hooray for Big Brother
Cancel culture's Mother
Ban, shun, smother
Erase each every other
Free speech is now taboo
Opinion's poll now true
By experts who know you
All of the time
Cancel culture's Mother
Ban, shun, smother
Erase each every other
Free speech is now taboo
Opinion's poll now true
By experts who know you
All of the time
#freedom
#politics
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