Poems About Freedom Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about freedom seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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 songs
and for a short time
until their voices fall still
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...
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 songs
and for a short time
until their voices fall still
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...
#freedom
#redemption
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
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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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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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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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Love 5w
Love
Is given;
Never won.
Is given;
Never won.
#freedom
#love
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Cease and Desist
Who are they talking to that nobody can see?
A friend
A colleague
A tradesman
A lover
A sibling
A ghost of a former self ?
What are they listening to that no-one can hear?
A podcast
A song
A book
A fading echo of their inner voice?
They move amongst us
the wired, the tired, the nearly expired
the zombie walkers
the mindless runners
those boom box bastards on their e bikes.
Put the noise away....I beg you.
Listen to the songs...
A friend
A colleague
A tradesman
A lover
A sibling
A ghost of a former self ?
What are they listening to that no-one can hear?
A podcast
A song
A book
A fading echo of their inner voice?
They move amongst us
the wired, the tired, the nearly expired
the zombie walkers
the mindless runners
those boom box bastards on their e bikes.
Put the noise away....I beg you.
Listen to the songs...
#freedom
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storms never last
what walls
can
oppression,
intolerance
build
uninterrupted,
those willing
to sell
their values,
boundaries
set by
the minds
of ignorance,
but, there
are some
that can
see scenes
further away,
strength
in their
convictions,
one voice
can begin
to change
many, and
then change
can happen.
can
oppression,
intolerance
build
uninterrupted,
those willing
to sell
their values,
boundaries
set by
the minds
of ignorance,
but, there
are some
that can
see scenes
further away,
strength
in their
convictions,
one voice
can begin
to change
many, and
then change
can happen.
#culture
#freedom
#identity
#morality
#politics
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out of place
sometimes
i may
seem
out
of place,
but i
feel
comfortable
where
i am.
i may
seem
out
of place,
but i
feel
comfortable
where
i am.
#freedom
#hope
#kindness
#passion
#strength
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Constrained
Release me from these shackles,
I don't need to be contained,
away from the guilt of it,
I don't need to be constrained.
Release me from the burdens,
Release me from all Fears,
Release me from these Hardships,
That I have dealth with for so many years.
Release me from Constraints of sorrow,
of shedding so many Tears,
Wishing that someone would save me,
Wishing that help was near.
Release me from Trail and error,
Release me from all doubts,
Loose me from the thought of thinking,
If the fact that...
I don't need to be contained,
away from the guilt of it,
I don't need to be constrained.
Release me from the burdens,
Release me from all Fears,
Release me from these Hardships,
That I have dealth with for so many years.
Release me from Constraints of sorrow,
of shedding so many Tears,
Wishing that someone would save me,
Wishing that help was near.
Release me from Trail and error,
Release me from all doubts,
Loose me from the thought of thinking,
If the fact that...
#freedom
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Everythings Fine
There are bigger things to worry about than politics or the death of democracy.
Worry about the death of kindness.
Worry about the death of compassion.
Worry about the death of decency.
Worry about the death of yourself.
Or
Don't worry at all.
Look up to the sky
Be amazed and cry.
Isn't that all we've ever wanted
To be amazed.
Worry about the death of kindness.
Worry about the death of compassion.
Worry about the death of decency.
Worry about the death of yourself.
Or
Don't worry at all.
Look up to the sky
Be amazed and cry.
Isn't that all we've ever wanted
To be amazed.
#corruption
#deception
#freedom
#homelessness
#ignorance
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