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.
adagio
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 11:44pm
10th Sep 2024 11:44pm
Smoky Mountain Rain
Kindly and decrepit old Victorians give feeble excuses
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
#emotions
#freedom
#redemption
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 3:15am
7th Sep 2024 3:15am
witch by moonlight
she came
out tonight,
her breast
of youth
and glowing
charms
exposed
to the
ghost-white
threshold
of a
full moon
with soft
but sure
voice and
subtle hands,
her
incantations
whirled in
the
wide-eyed
mist,
dancing
like
an open
fire of
quivering
flames.
out tonight,
her breast
of youth
and glowing
charms
exposed
to the
ghost-white
threshold
of a
full moon
with soft
but sure
voice and
subtle hands,
her
incantations
whirled in
the
wide-eyed
mist,
dancing
like
an open
fire of
quivering
flames.
#dance
#freedom
#night #witches
#night #witches
140 reads
10 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 4:05am
29th Aug 2024 4:05am
Know Your Place, Apparently
It’s been gone a long time
Dead before I was born
Freedom everlasting
A nice thought, now forlorn
A bit of truth
Turned commercial success
Your vision compromised
Into a tiny hope that was ‘blessed’
In these troubled times
Image is the ultimate factor
The words, not to be considered
Extremity is the master
So toss aside all your thoughts
Absorb the big man and his sneer
Won’t the world be such a beautiful place
If we all just obey
and live in fear
Keep the minds simple ...
Dead before I was born
Freedom everlasting
A nice thought, now forlorn
A bit of truth
Turned commercial success
Your vision compromised
Into a tiny hope that was ‘blessed’
In these troubled times
Image is the ultimate factor
The words, not to be considered
Extremity is the master
So toss aside all your thoughts
Absorb the big man and his sneer
Won’t the world be such a beautiful place
If we all just obey
and live in fear
Keep the minds simple ...
#conflict
#freedom
#FreeVerse #philosophical
#FreeVerse #philosophical
106 reads
4 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 2:42pm
18th Aug 2024 2:42pm
Unlaced
A soirée of the misguided
A mingle of minds
Tellers of bold
And prancers of shine
Absorbing the vibe
In the melodic rile
Flowered headdresses
And seventies style
Flashy and garish
Fabrics in tweed
psychedelics a plenty
And so is the weed
Carefree with whimsy
Exhaling the earth
Pleasure the moments
Brimming with mirth
Dance as the wind blows
and treasure the while
Live by the wisdom
That leaven’s the aisle
Wash the path of all hindrance ...
A mingle of minds
Tellers of bold
And prancers of shine
Absorbing the vibe
In the melodic rile
Flowered headdresses
And seventies style
Flashy and garish
Fabrics in tweed
psychedelics a plenty
And so is the weed
Carefree with whimsy
Exhaling the earth
Pleasure the moments
Brimming with mirth
Dance as the wind blows
and treasure the while
Live by the wisdom
That leaven’s the aisle
Wash the path of all hindrance ...
#art
#dance
#freedom #music
#freedom #music
167 reads
11 Comments
down2dirt
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 1:51am
11th Aug 2024 1:51am
a singular thought
#freedom
#oppression
130 reads
4 Comments
Syren
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 6:09pm
2nd Aug 2024 6:09pm
Dream
Maybe tonight I won’t ask for a dream.
I’ll let the dream choose me.
Like I am someone the dream needs.
To pass through, to be felt.
Like a ghost
Needing a body, through which to live its desires.
I’ll let the dream choose me.
Like I am someone the dream needs.
To pass through, to be felt.
Like a ghost
Needing a body, through which to live its desires.
#freedom
#sensual
#surreal
109 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jul 2024 9:22pm
30th Jul 2024 9:22pm
Freedom In The Motion
To be the sparkle in one’s own eyes
It’s the secret to surviving, living, to being alive
The divine answer to your own questions, the narrative of myself comes with no hidden surprise
I can walk upon your presence, just as easy as I please
You will stand upon your feet, kiss both side of my cheeks, pull the chair out, and a hello upon the tease
I can softly drip your name off my lips like a cool breeze
An alluring smile to have you falling at the helm of my knees
Giving...
It’s the secret to surviving, living, to being alive
The divine answer to your own questions, the narrative of myself comes with no hidden surprise
I can walk upon your presence, just as easy as I please
You will stand upon your feet, kiss both side of my cheeks, pull the chair out, and a hello upon the tease
I can softly drip your name off my lips like a cool breeze
An alluring smile to have you falling at the helm of my knees
Giving...
#freedom
#sun
#moon #water
#moon #water
161 reads
3 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
If I Were An African King
If I were an African King,
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
#culture
#dystopian
#freedom
#identity
#masculinity
161 reads
0 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 6:51pm
6th Jul 2024 6:51pm
Rot/Grow
I feel
So much
So little
I cried for the first time
Since I was admitted
To a psych ward
And it wasn’t the usual “cry”
It wasn’t a few tears
It was sobbing and shaking
Snot running down my face
A headache
From all the water leaving my body
Wet t-shirt
And puffy eyes
God.
It felt so good.
So much
So little
I cried for the first time
Since I was admitted
To a psych ward
And it wasn’t the usual “cry”
It wasn’t a few tears
It was sobbing and shaking
Snot running down my face
A headache
From all the water leaving my body
Wet t-shirt
And puffy eyes
God.
It felt so good.
#emotions
#freedom
83 reads
1 Comment
KM8823
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 1:47pm
26th Jun 2024 1:47pm
Freedom
I sit with the wall that blocks us all,
The wall of pain, shame, heartbreak, guilt,
The vines of self sabotage and barriers covering the brick work
Our bodies feel the turmoil of hitting our heads against this wall
My parents done this, my partner done that, I should have done this, why did I do that
The armour of martyrdom and the thin veil of victim hood keeps us sitting with that wall
But what if we stood back from that wall, what if we changed the channel on the programming, tapped out of the endless maze, the tactical virtue of those at the big tables ...
The wall of pain, shame, heartbreak, guilt,
The vines of self sabotage and barriers covering the brick work
Our bodies feel the turmoil of hitting our heads against this wall
My parents done this, my partner done that, I should have done this, why did I do that
The armour of martyrdom and the thin veil of victim hood keeps us sitting with that wall
But what if we stood back from that wall, what if we changed the channel on the programming, tapped out of the endless maze, the tactical virtue of those at the big tables ...
#freedom
#gratitude
#MovingOn
#peace
#TruthOfLife
96 reads
2 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 4:34pm
23rd Jun 2024 4:34pm
Post Traumatic
Post Traumatic forgive me if I seem a bit dramatic. I can't breathe but I am not asthmatic. I have someone knee pressing down on my neck. Kill on sight just because my skin is not white so my wrongful death is automatic.
Don't get me wrong this is not a black mans anger. It's just I am aware if a police officer is in fear for their life. That's a black man's danger. Police brutality is far from a black man's stranger. They say I am not a man. They call me a thug, or a black gang banger.
Why you roll your window up when I walk by? Tuck your pocket book in, yet you have...
Don't get me wrong this is not a black mans anger. It's just I am aware if a police officer is in fear for their life. That's a black man's danger. Police brutality is far from a black man's stranger. They say I am not a man. They call me a thug, or a black gang banger.
Why you roll your window up when I walk by? Tuck your pocket book in, yet you have...
#corruption
#freedom
#HumanRights #racism
#HumanRights #racism
173 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 4:03pm
23rd Jun 2024 4:03pm
Whispering My Galloping Windsong
Soon as I get home
Did you feel the essence in the trot of my gentle hooves, I will be back in your ambience, close your eyes and feel me, it will not be too long
As I blessed the rivers where the heart of my soul softly roamed
The current of the ocean, the streams of the seas, I left an embracing whisper
Did you feel the warmth of my wind song, it could not have touched the window of your soul any crisper
Go on and tell the masses’ eyes how you bask in the creamy elixir of my mental bliss
The taste of my lips upon your sanctuary I worship
Oh, help...
Did you feel the essence in the trot of my gentle hooves, I will be back in your ambience, close your eyes and feel me, it will not be too long
As I blessed the rivers where the heart of my soul softly roamed
The current of the ocean, the streams of the seas, I left an embracing whisper
Did you feel the warmth of my wind song, it could not have touched the window of your soul any crisper
Go on and tell the masses’ eyes how you bask in the creamy elixir of my mental bliss
The taste of my lips upon your sanctuary I worship
Oh, help...
#freedom
#love
#seductive
#sensual
#horses
241 reads
3 Comments
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