Poems About Freedom Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about freedom seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:07pm
6th Nov 2024 2:07pm
How I Feel About This Year's Election
I should have
known that it was a bad
idea to vote for who should be
our next president. At least, our soon to be former
vice president was unable to do
any crimes against her
own country.
known that it was a bad
idea to vote for who should be
our next president. At least, our soon to be former
vice president was unable to do
any crimes against her
own country.
#dialogue
#disappointment
#freedom
#nonfiction
#politics
94 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
Alcoholic Haiku
two shots of vodka
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
#alcohol
#art
#freedom
#love
#spiritual
74 reads
9 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 7:21am
29th Oct 2024 7:21am
Godspeed, Fellow Writer's
Propaganda got emotions running hot
Misinformation crowds an angry stage
Seems the internet can cause brain rot
Inciting the masses with constant rage
Help me understand how we got here
Political puppets are deciding our fate
It’s not a mere illusion it’s more severe
Wealthy families fighting over the gate
I’m sorry fellow poets/poetesses I had every intention of writing this poem. Maybe I did write it, maybe it’s not meant to be what I call finished.
My muse has other ideas in mind. She always gets her way, and she is...
Misinformation crowds an angry stage
Seems the internet can cause brain rot
Inciting the masses with constant rage
Help me understand how we got here
Political puppets are deciding our fate
It’s not a mere illusion it’s more severe
Wealthy families fighting over the gate
I’m sorry fellow poets/poetesses I had every intention of writing this poem. Maybe I did write it, maybe it’s not meant to be what I call finished.
My muse has other ideas in mind. She always gets her way, and she is...
#freedom
144 reads
17 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 9:13am
27th Oct 2024 9:13am
My kind, your kind
For Samhain
I hear words falling in a world
pronouncing them dead,
I watch as proud little letters
slowly burn on this modern soil
as those stay at home humans
setting up tables, their lips firmly
closed, and staying small, keep
on haunting steel and stone as
they passed down all that
once lived through them.
If you wish to believe this skin
was made to roam inside
those limited of spirits
i'm afraid you are mistaken
because my kind is not your kind,
i'm a wide...
I hear words falling in a world
pronouncing them dead,
I watch as proud little letters
slowly burn on this modern soil
as those stay at home humans
setting up tables, their lips firmly
closed, and staying small, keep
on haunting steel and stone as
they passed down all that
once lived through them.
If you wish to believe this skin
was made to roam inside
those limited of spirits
i'm afraid you are mistaken
because my kind is not your kind,
i'm a wide...
#confessional
#culture
#freedom
#LifeStruggles
#tradition
110 reads
0 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 6:01am
26th Oct 2024 6:01am
Take me out for a drive
Life’s too crazy
Baby, take me out for a drive
To a place I feel more alive
I like the ocean
And sand
I love to dance
Take me out
Into town
Turn this old frown
Upside down
I’m in a frenzy
Baby, take me out for a drive
To a place I feel more alive
I like the ocean
And sand
I love to dance
Take me out
Into town
Turn this old frown
Upside down
I’m in a frenzy
#freedom
#passion
#ThrillSeeking
57 reads
0 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 7:26pm
24th Oct 2024 7:26pm
The Cry of Africa
In the heart of Africa... a tale unfolds,
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.
Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.
The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While...
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.
Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.
The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While...
#Africa
#corruption
#freedom
#peace
#politics
63 reads
2 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 2:33pm
24th Oct 2024 2:33pm
Fireflies in jars
I don't want fireflies in jars
to entertain me for hours;
beautifying my night
with their sparkling light,
Dispelling darkness for me
while their souls aren't free;
bringing in magical dreams
through their soft soothing beams.
These pretty luminous things
are meant to measure world
with their wings...
to entertain me for hours;
beautifying my night
with their sparkling light,
Dispelling darkness for me
while their souls aren't free;
bringing in magical dreams
through their soft soothing beams.
These pretty luminous things
are meant to measure world
with their wings...
#abuse
#freedom
#nature
263 reads
13 Comments
not_accounted_for
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 2:48am
22nd Oct 2024 2:48am
Land of The Moon Shadows
I'm in my bedroom
Unwilling to sleep
An something wakes inside
ancient primordial
Shout, a plea.
I glance at my window
The pull is stronger there.
I need an escape
From life's future wears.
I slip on some shoes
The colors melt.
I step outside,
The cards yet to be delt.
Each diamond,
Too prettily crafted
For human eye.
But I get to see,
Them all
In the sky
Shining
Like the colors of you.
Colors of everyone
Of everything
Being this free
makes me...
Unwilling to sleep
An something wakes inside
ancient primordial
Shout, a plea.
I glance at my window
The pull is stronger there.
I need an escape
From life's future wears.
I slip on some shoes
The colors melt.
I step outside,
The cards yet to be delt.
Each diamond,
Too prettily crafted
For human eye.
But I get to see,
Them all
In the sky
Shining
Like the colors of you.
Colors of everyone
Of everything
Being this free
makes me...
#anxiety
#escape
#freedom
#night
#sky
83 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:01am
17th Oct 2024 8:01am
Taking a tablet
Taking a tablet for misinformation
Morning routine first thing take a tablet
Settles the acid in the stomach of my soul
Later on after a hard workout
Soak in Epsom salts
To heal my wounds
After dinner tension headache is
Two Excedrin do the trick
Soothes tired muscles
After we watch tv and she falls asleep
Pick up my tablet of misinformation
Go down many rabbit holes
Pulling on threads that just unwind
Facts set out like a puzzle
As a thread ends another begins
See some...
Morning routine first thing take a tablet
Settles the acid in the stomach of my soul
Later on after a hard workout
Soak in Epsom salts
To heal my wounds
After dinner tension headache is
Two Excedrin do the trick
Soothes tired muscles
After we watch tv and she falls asleep
Pick up my tablet of misinformation
Go down many rabbit holes
Pulling on threads that just unwind
Facts set out like a puzzle
As a thread ends another begins
See some...
#freedom
#mountains
#sky #ThrillSeeking
#sky #ThrillSeeking
61 reads
0 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 3:25pm
15th Oct 2024 3:25pm
The Stallion
turning to the openness of the desert my soul flies free
there is deep magic here a colt on his first run
racing the wind it is caught up in the wonderment of the moment
an Arabian stallion praising the sun and worshipping the earth below
running in concert with her voice
a sentient being in love with his world
he understands the shifting winds
leading him onward
the summer rains lead to an oasis
he can smell the delicate outpouring from heaven
happiness is freedom from being part of the herd
lawless and chasing his...
there is deep magic here a colt on his first run
racing the wind it is caught up in the wonderment of the moment
an Arabian stallion praising the sun and worshipping the earth below
running in concert with her voice
a sentient being in love with his world
he understands the shifting winds
leading him onward
the summer rains lead to an oasis
he can smell the delicate outpouring from heaven
happiness is freedom from being part of the herd
lawless and chasing his...
#freedom
85 reads
5 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 4:46am
13th Oct 2024 4:46am
Avatars of Phobos
Summon forth the dark herald
O Phobos, bane of peace
Savior in decay’s embrace
Whisperer in temptation’s grasp
For thine is the reign of terror
And the power of fear untold
For thine is the kingdom of dread
And the glory of night
Eternal
Scholar of unseen realms
Great abyss of dread concealed
Rippling with chaos, eager to unleash
Reforging the firmament in shadows vast
Behold the accuser of hearts
A lance of fury, sharp and swift...
O Phobos, bane of peace
Savior in decay’s embrace
Whisperer in temptation’s grasp
For thine is the reign of terror
And the power of fear untold
For thine is the kingdom of dread
And the glory of night
Eternal
Scholar of unseen realms
Great abyss of dread concealed
Rippling with chaos, eager to unleash
Reforging the firmament in shadows vast
Behold the accuser of hearts
A lance of fury, sharp and swift...
#dark
#fear
#freedom
#mythology
#narrative
66 reads
2 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
Plane 2 Spain
Alright, geez, let me give ya the squeez,
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
#drugs
#freedom
#marijuana
#passion
#travel
111 reads
0 Comments
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