Poems About Freedom Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about freedom seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
monkeyman
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 00:08am
11th Jun 2024 00:08am
The importance of voting
Let’s focus on this election
tax cuts, the NHS, stopping those boats
Leave the Palestinian question
or else cut your own political throat
Be distracted with nonsense
keeping democracy’s image afloat
If it could actually make a difference
do you think they’d give us a vote?
It’s already decided
we’re an inconsequential side note
Far, far too easily divided
by coloured pins on a coat
Predictably sycophantic
that ministerial gloat
it sails the Atlantic
to find yet...
tax cuts, the NHS, stopping those boats
Leave the Palestinian question
or else cut your own political throat
Be distracted with nonsense
keeping democracy’s image afloat
If it could actually make a difference
do you think they’d give us a vote?
It’s already decided
we’re an inconsequential side note
Far, far too easily divided
by coloured pins on a coat
Predictably sycophantic
that ministerial gloat
it sails the Atlantic
to find yet...
#freedom
#politics
160 reads
4 Comments
PurrfectlyPoetic
Purr
Purr
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 2:05am
9th Jun 2024 2:05am
This will make no sense...until it does
It begins...a pool of calm, reflections perfect,
stillness undisturbed with the sound of nothing
a steadiness that seems endless
with time that seems limitless
and yet...we know better
the pebble that's thrown as ripples shatter
perfection destroyed with sounds that scatter
forever instilling in quiet minds
peace forgotten your out of time
the emptiness of places that once were filled
eyes lost in worlds out of reach
mouths lost in the art of speech
making sense in words that have no reason
insanity that...
stillness undisturbed with the sound of nothing
a steadiness that seems endless
with time that seems limitless
and yet...we know better
the pebble that's thrown as ripples shatter
perfection destroyed with sounds that scatter
forever instilling in quiet minds
peace forgotten your out of time
the emptiness of places that once were filled
eyes lost in worlds out of reach
mouths lost in the art of speech
making sense in words that have no reason
insanity that...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#freedom
#frustration
#motivational
#passion
131 reads
3 Comments
Vandelious
Neil Stewart
Neil Stewart
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 9:35pm
6th Jun 2024 9:35pm
Pushed Proponents
All the ps, all for me.
All for one, and one for you,
but two times that is time for me.
A second to be wreckless is just right for me.
Told us that but sugar coated.
Hold on twat, so you decode it,
Ill decide if it's tonight when you console with
What if fucking might be, likely pushed proponents.
Shooshed supporters get disposed off.
Your component; told off.
But you told them your whole "all love"
A hole deep enough for their component.
They own you as,
You counsil a users ounce full, they use you...
All for one, and one for you,
but two times that is time for me.
A second to be wreckless is just right for me.
Told us that but sugar coated.
Hold on twat, so you decode it,
Ill decide if it's tonight when you console with
What if fucking might be, likely pushed proponents.
Shooshed supporters get disposed off.
Your component; told off.
But you told them your whole "all love"
A hole deep enough for their component.
They own you as,
You counsil a users ounce full, they use you...
#corruption
#freedom
#politics
#power
#vulnerability
115 reads
0 Comments
DarkPassion
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 2:02pm
4th Jun 2024 2:02pm
Sparkling success in supremacy
System of silence
Support the suppression within
Echoes of their cries.
#Haiku made for you.
Support the suppression within
Echoes of their cries.
#Haiku made for you.
#freedom
#hypocrisy
#misunderstood
#oppression
#shadows
184 reads
1 Comment
Kementic1
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 8:50pm
3rd Jun 2024 8:50pm
The Proof is in the Pudding*
US politicians are pitching a new dream they make sound so inviting
but, none of them will to give us a warranty for it in writing
We all want to be happy, safe and free
but, that does not come with a money back guarantee
Can it be returned, if with it we are not completely excited
or if it goes badly are they hoping we will be too tried to fight it
The old folks taught me back in the day
“The proof is in the pudding”, they would say
but, none of them will to give us a warranty for it in writing
We all want to be happy, safe and free
but, that does not come with a money back guarantee
Can it be returned, if with it we are not completely excited
or if it goes badly are they hoping we will be too tried to fight it
The old folks taught me back in the day
“The proof is in the pudding”, they would say
#corruption
#deception
#freedom
#politics
#power
234 reads
4 Comments
DarkPassion
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 4:43am
3rd Jun 2024 4:43am
Solider of Lust
At times I’m afraid to write ✍🏾
I’m thinking, Cause then I will have to be ready to fight….
I write and write with all my might.
I don’t even know how to sleep at night.
I’m just trying to get it right.
To passionate about this game of life.
It ain’t at all right.
The struggle, the fight.
Nickel and Dime’N
Trying to survive &
Im overweight due to the sugar in the
American Pie and….
They so full of it, when are they going to quit?.
They making me sick!.
When I put my black sword and the paper starts to...
I’m thinking, Cause then I will have to be ready to fight….
I write and write with all my might.
I don’t even know how to sleep at night.
I’m just trying to get it right.
To passionate about this game of life.
It ain’t at all right.
The struggle, the fight.
Nickel and Dime’N
Trying to survive &
Im overweight due to the sugar in the
American Pie and….
They so full of it, when are they going to quit?.
They making me sick!.
When I put my black sword and the paper starts to...
#art
#culture
#freedom
#identity
#responsibility
171 reads
6 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
31st May 2024 6:00am
31st May 2024 6:00am
Peace
The peace I feel
Is on a beach
Listening to the waves crash
Against the sand
Watching the sun go down
To who knows where
The gentle breeze takes me
To a make believe place
I’m homesick again
For what could have been
But as I stare out into the sea
I once again am overwhelmed with peace
I leave
My footprints trail behind
I unwind with the song of the sea
I fall asleep, swaying
Like I’m on a ship, rocking me
The dreams come and go, I know I’m not alone
Just as the palm trees sing
Is on a beach
Listening to the waves crash
Against the sand
Watching the sun go down
To who knows where
The gentle breeze takes me
To a make believe place
I’m homesick again
For what could have been
But as I stare out into the sea
I once again am overwhelmed with peace
I leave
My footprints trail behind
I unwind with the song of the sea
I fall asleep, swaying
Like I’m on a ship, rocking me
The dreams come and go, I know I’m not alone
Just as the palm trees sing
#beach
#freedom
#happiness
#nostalgia
#sea
147 reads
4 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
27th May 2024 1:31am
27th May 2024 1:31am
An Admonition to the Young Men
I was told a story once:
That of an
elephant
raised in
captivity.
Like the others, he was
robust,
stout.
Vivacious–
one thrash of his left foreleg contained within more
vigor
than what the old ones could even
dream of
remembering.
For his imprisonment
round a stake in a
suburban backyard, only the
strongest,
Grade One-Hundred
chains would
suffice.
Next year, perhaps Grade Eighty.
And the next, hauling line–
And the next
And the next ...
That of an
elephant
raised in
captivity.
Like the others, he was
robust,
stout.
Vivacious–
one thrash of his left foreleg contained within more
vigor
than what the old ones could even
dream of
remembering.
For his imprisonment
round a stake in a
suburban backyard, only the
strongest,
Grade One-Hundred
chains would
suffice.
Next year, perhaps Grade Eighty.
And the next, hauling line–
And the next
And the next ...
#curse
#freedom
#hell #TruthOfLife
#hell #TruthOfLife
193 reads
2 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
27th May 2024 1:29am
27th May 2024 1:29am
Dreams from the Pen
The Jailor’s incessant
yammering
diminishes before dissolving
wholly into the
static
air.
I regress to the
labyrinthine
confines of my
role– starkly
solitary
solipsistic
observer.
Looking through the backs of my
eyes
I see through the blinds a
Young debutante making merry among a
delegation of peers–
redressing on a neighbor’s dock.
One of the men
backflips into the emerald waters as
another stands–
tilting his head back to the vast,
verdant
expanse between...
yammering
diminishes before dissolving
wholly into the
static
air.
I regress to the
labyrinthine
confines of my
role– starkly
solitary
solipsistic
observer.
Looking through the backs of my
eyes
I see through the blinds a
Young debutante making merry among a
delegation of peers–
redressing on a neighbor’s dock.
One of the men
backflips into the emerald waters as
another stands–
tilting his head back to the vast,
verdant
expanse between...
#dreams
#escape
#freedom
141 reads
2 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 5:33pm
22nd May 2024 5:33pm
The Powerful Women of Big Daddy's
In the heart of Bourbon Street, we stood tall,
Not just survivors, but conquerors of all.
Through the haze of neon lights and nights so long,
Our strength was unmatched, unwavering, and strong.
Through the smoke and lights, in that raucous din,
We ruled the nights with unwavering grins.
We stood tall in five-inch heels,
Ruling the night, an unstoppable force,
Strong women, never weak, never yielding,
Surviving the men, surviving the scene,
Management's grip, and the struggles unseen.
Heels like daggers, five inches high,
Sent many a...
Not just survivors, but conquerors of all.
Through the haze of neon lights and nights so long,
Our strength was unmatched, unwavering, and strong.
Through the smoke and lights, in that raucous din,
We ruled the nights with unwavering grins.
We stood tall in five-inch heels,
Ruling the night, an unstoppable force,
Strong women, never weak, never yielding,
Surviving the men, surviving the scene,
Management's grip, and the struggles unseen.
Heels like daggers, five inches high,
Sent many a...
#dance
#freedom
#job
113 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th May 2024 11:26am
19th May 2024 11:26am
You & I
Walk with me
Speak to me
Sleep with me
Moments with me
Love & adore me
No! You can't live with me
Tough!
Not happening
Yes we love each other,
but my space & freedom I love a whole lot more
Take some time
Grasp what I just cited
You can still come over
But only if you're invited
If you don't like the idea
I understand, you can move on
My way or the highway
Once were through, you're gone....forever
Speak to me
Sleep with me
Moments with me
Love & adore me
No! You can't live with me
Tough!
Not happening
Yes we love each other,
but my space & freedom I love a whole lot more
Take some time
Grasp what I just cited
You can still come over
But only if you're invited
If you don't like the idea
I understand, you can move on
My way or the highway
Once were through, you're gone....forever
#freedom
#love
#lover #separation
#lover #separation
221 reads
6 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
12th May 2024 4:41am
12th May 2024 4:41am
#56
Let me go,
Let me out,
Cut me free please.
You already know there is a difference between
Realistic and idealistic.
Now i'm new,
Now i'm learned,
I am grown past things.
I already know that it is difficult to believe
I am different and not indifferent.
Hear me now,
Hear me out,
Use the mute please.
We already know that this will get us nowhere.
I am not the type to be displeased.
Some eyes
No real light reaches.
Sometimes
My love can't reach us.
Goodbye.
-the sign painter
Let me out,
Cut me free please.
You already know there is a difference between
Realistic and idealistic.
Now i'm new,
Now i'm learned,
I am grown past things.
I already know that it is difficult to believe
I am different and not indifferent.
Hear me now,
Hear me out,
Use the mute please.
We already know that this will get us nowhere.
I am not the type to be displeased.
Some eyes
No real light reaches.
Sometimes
My love can't reach us.
Goodbye.
-the sign painter
#freedom
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