Poems About Freedom Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about freedom seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Wordsmith
Poem Published
Today 12:52pm
Today 12:52pm
When will we be free
Every year; we sing
We're independently free
From colonisation regime
Free
From human-slavery
Free from
Antihuman policies
Impose on we
By em British colony
Free from slavery
to a free-free world
Free from brutality
to a greater course
But when exactly
Will we be free
From the war within
When will we be free
From talks of guns
When will we be free
From wars and bombs
When will we be free
From bad leadership
Coz all I see
is corruptive cliques ...
We're independently free
From colonisation regime
Free
From human-slavery
Free from
Antihuman policies
Impose on we
By em British colony
Free from slavery
to a free-free world
Free from brutality
to a greater course
But when exactly
Will we be free
From the war within
When will we be free
From talks of guns
When will we be free
From wars and bombs
When will we be free
From bad leadership
Coz all I see
is corruptive cliques ...
#corruption
#politics
#peace
#freedom
#HumanRights
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cabcool
Poem Published
29th Sep 2020 5:43am
29th Sep 2020 5:43am
slavesong
♪a white slave owner struggles to emancipate his mind♪
“A private faith that does not act in the face of oppression
is no faith at all.” —William Wilberforce
grandfather owned a thousand slaves;
now he and they sleep in their graves.
he was their master, they his knaves;
they had no rights, he had no wrongs.
how oft they sang their mournful songs,
confused by cruelties and throngs
of passions they could not resolve!
high whites, low blacks the chains involve;
short nights, lame...
“A private faith that does not act in the face of oppression
is no faith at all.” —William Wilberforce
grandfather owned a thousand slaves;
now he and they sleep in their graves.
he was their master, they his knaves;
they had no rights, he had no wrongs.
how oft they sang their mournful songs,
confused by cruelties and throngs
of passions they could not resolve!
high whites, low blacks the chains involve;
short nights, lame...
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#racism
#freedom
#HumanRights
33 reads
7 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
Flags and Symbols
I love feeling the early morning cool breeze,
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
#anxiety
#scary
#freedom #symbolism
#freedom #symbolism
40 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 8:34pm
24th Sep 2020 8:34pm
rises this origami bird, from plastic wrappers & pressed petals
odoriferous bitterness of your non-degradable
synthetic dominant demons virally spread
in your dramatic unfolding predacious innards...
as saintly flickers of golden mimicking linings
are today, after so long a wait, taken over by the
d(r)ying organics in a miraculous rebirth-
(a ceremonious alchemical
fragrance of rosepetals & sandalwood with the holy
huey turmeric yellowy marigold~ chrysanthemums
in a garland assemblage.. operose fingers drown in
them in a nostalgic searching~ pulling ritualistic ...
synthetic dominant demons virally spread
in your dramatic unfolding predacious innards...
as saintly flickers of golden mimicking linings
are today, after so long a wait, taken over by the
d(r)ying organics in a miraculous rebirth-
(a ceremonious alchemical
fragrance of rosepetals & sandalwood with the holy
huey turmeric yellowy marigold~ chrysanthemums
in a garland assemblage.. operose fingers drown in
them in a nostalgic searching~ pulling ritualistic ...
#love
#dreams
#spiritual #freedom
#spiritual #freedom
88 reads
6 Comments
ELIAS11
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 10:16pm
23rd Sep 2020 10:16pm
Clink Floyd
Pinned beneath the knee of corrupt authority...
The majority of us can no longer breathe...
Please sir please!!...
You better fucking believe we've had enough..!
Your handcuffs and batons that beat innocence to death...
We the people will rest a knee on your necks...
Your guns and your vests...
Lest you forget were trusted to protect...
Your protection is needed no longer...
Your infection has made The People stronger...
This is a protest of morals...
Try and get your knee to the throat of 350 million men an women...
Who...
The majority of us can no longer breathe...
Please sir please!!...
You better fucking believe we've had enough..!
Your handcuffs and batons that beat innocence to death...
We the people will rest a knee on your necks...
Your guns and your vests...
Lest you forget were trusted to protect...
Your protection is needed no longer...
Your infection has made The People stronger...
This is a protest of morals...
Try and get your knee to the throat of 350 million men an women...
Who...
#politics
#freedom
#HumanRights
#morality
#responsibility
33 reads
6 Comments
Revmac
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 10:13pm
22nd Sep 2020 10:13pm
Live
Twist the throttle
Release the clutch
Lift the foot
Off I go
A curve approaches
Line of sight shortens
Steer against the bend
Lean round the corner
Straighten up, on we go
Lines through bends
Parabolic dreams
Ebb and flow
The road rises and falls
Smooth but full of holes
Try to stay between the lines
Always between the hedges
Every sense alive
In tune with nature
Living in the moment
A meditative journey
Too soon it’s over
Back to the mundane
But when...
Release the clutch
Lift the foot
Off I go
A curve approaches
Line of sight shortens
Steer against the bend
Lean round the corner
Straighten up, on we go
Lines through bends
Parabolic dreams
Ebb and flow
The road rises and falls
Smooth but full of holes
Try to stay between the lines
Always between the hedges
Every sense alive
In tune with nature
Living in the moment
A meditative journey
Too soon it’s over
Back to the mundane
But when...
#happiness
#freedom
#meditation #passion
#meditation #passion
24 reads
0 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 9:58pm
21st Sep 2020 9:58pm
Crackdown
Trump lies
Says things that aren't true
His base cries
"We won't wear masks for you"
Fox lies
Cause that's just what they do
And Barr says...
Crack down
On Democratic Mayors
Crack down
On black men thinking they are free
Crack down
On our right to protest
Cracked down
Till freedom can't breathe
Crack down
On science and global warming
Crack down
On our right to vote
Crack down
Put women in their places
Crack down
Keep those immigrants on their boats ...
Says things that aren't true
His base cries
"We won't wear masks for you"
Fox lies
Cause that's just what they do
And Barr says...
Crack down
On Democratic Mayors
Crack down
On black men thinking they are free
Crack down
On our right to protest
Cracked down
Till freedom can't breathe
Crack down
On science and global warming
Crack down
On our right to vote
Crack down
Put women in their places
Crack down
Keep those immigrants on their boats ...
#corruption
#freedom
#HumanRights
#inequality
#pandemic
49 reads
3 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
12th Sep 2020 9:01pm
12th Sep 2020 9:01pm
Liberal Art
A spider preyed me to the window.
In the blow of its jaws and the infusion of wanton saliva and rolling in mid-lucidity,
my face smushed into the glass's condensation.
The sun in the city sits on napes of the black mule and the albino donkey
and the light kneeds in cricks
unrelievable; concaved features in the new spine
in the shape of a maxim's posterior.
A clew of norms,
midday, unwound and threaded out to suspend and pop the dominant wrist when the pencil approximates the first line of a ruled sheet.
When the body has passed...
In the blow of its jaws and the infusion of wanton saliva and rolling in mid-lucidity,
my face smushed into the glass's condensation.
The sun in the city sits on napes of the black mule and the albino donkey
and the light kneeds in cricks
unrelievable; concaved features in the new spine
in the shape of a maxim's posterior.
A clew of norms,
midday, unwound and threaded out to suspend and pop the dominant wrist when the pencil approximates the first line of a ruled sheet.
When the body has passed...
#nature
#freedom
34 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 5:40pm
8th Sep 2020 5:40pm
What Love Is <3
. . imagine
living in locations
opposite on the same planet
as people you care deeply for
without any expectations; either
shouldn't revolve around you
You don't have to let them go;
you just have to let them be
themselves, provided your
encouragement
genuinely is
from the
Heart
living in locations
opposite on the same planet
as people you care deeply for
without any expectations; either
shouldn't revolve around you
You don't have to let them go;
you just have to let them be
themselves, provided your
encouragement
genuinely is
from the
Heart
#love
#BestFriend
#spiritual #freedom
#spiritual #freedom
114 reads
14 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 4:56am
7th Sep 2020 4:56am
Yankeedom
Painting lies on the doorstep of the countries elite
Old men hiding, while the hood destroy for fascist belief
Draw a thin blue line along the precincts orderly beat
Our enemy become enraged, then suburbia can’t sleep
Mention of war, makes Colonel Sanders feel so good, right!
It helps the makers of guns, especially all the men that knelt
Once the losers hand back their bibles, tools and money belt
We will become the same as the southern island overnight
So be very careful what you think you are truly wishing for
Once you enter, there’s no...
Old men hiding, while the hood destroy for fascist belief
Draw a thin blue line along the precincts orderly beat
Our enemy become enraged, then suburbia can’t sleep
Mention of war, makes Colonel Sanders feel so good, right!
It helps the makers of guns, especially all the men that knelt
Once the losers hand back their bibles, tools and money belt
We will become the same as the southern island overnight
So be very careful what you think you are truly wishing for
Once you enter, there’s no...
#freedom
33 reads
4 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 1:47am
7th Sep 2020 1:47am
Coming from behind, sister
Then I took up running
In my early thirties I began….and all too soon...ran... my first 10 mile race…
in Stirling... no'then Loosiana…
There were only two of us ladies...the third lady never showed.(it was back in the day)
That morning... before the race began...I saw her loosening up…
She was surrounded...by a pack of high school boys…
all struttin' they stuff...showin' off front o' this pretty little black girl...as teenage boys do.
I notice she goes to start right out front...followed, of course by the boys. ...
In my early thirties I began….and all too soon...ran... my first 10 mile race…
in Stirling... no'then Loosiana…
There were only two of us ladies...the third lady never showed.(it was back in the day)
That morning... before the race began...I saw her loosening up…
She was surrounded...by a pack of high school boys…
all struttin' they stuff...showin' off front o' this pretty little black girl...as teenage boys do.
I notice she goes to start right out front...followed, of course by the boys. ...
#women
#freedom
43 reads
6 Comments
JetNikolai
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 11:45pm
4th Sep 2020 11:45pm
Ecdysis
He walked and he crept,
throughout most nights,
often giving a passerby a fright.
Down in the alley,
and past the storefronts,
he left many signs that he was here,
loose skin and loose hair.
The town began to writhe in fear,
'what's that smell in the air?'
It was pure despair.
The scaley monster,
as he's known in the town,
is about to burn the whole place down.
On a warm Sunday night,
the church lights were bright,
and the lizard man, with a new skin,
lit the barbeque again.
...
throughout most nights,
often giving a passerby a fright.
Down in the alley,
and past the storefronts,
he left many signs that he was here,
loose skin and loose hair.
The town began to writhe in fear,
'what's that smell in the air?'
It was pure despair.
The scaley monster,
as he's known in the town,
is about to burn the whole place down.
On a warm Sunday night,
the church lights were bright,
and the lizard man, with a new skin,
lit the barbeque again.
...
#fiction
#monsters
#shame #freedom
#shame #freedom
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