Least Read Poems About Freedom
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Fear
I hate to fuel the fire of fear
I am scared but I am brave
I have to rise above the empty words of hate
Its not about me, it never was
I am in the moment but I need to flee
I take my chance and I run free
I am safe, I am free, I am me
I am scared but I am brave
I have to rise above the empty words of hate
Its not about me, it never was
I am in the moment but I need to flee
I take my chance and I run free
I am safe, I am free, I am me
#freedom
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Freedom of The Mental
I've been blocked for countless days,
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
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11 Comments
Unconsciousness Ink
I CANT BREATH”!
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#God
#freedom
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Freedom
Freedom from the past
Freedom from my past
Who has or had the key?
Only one person holds the key to my freedom
That person is and always will be me
Am I ready for freedom?
Am I ready to be released from my own self-made bondage of self?
Today I want and deserve freedom
Today I am free...
Freedom from my past
Who has or had the key?
Only one person holds the key to my freedom
That person is and always will be me
Am I ready for freedom?
Am I ready to be released from my own self-made bondage of self?
Today I want and deserve freedom
Today I am free...
#freedom
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5. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
His hand is on the latch
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
#nightmares
#philosophical
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april songs: journey of life 7
april song 07—preferent
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations
choked by pride and riotousness.
threnody and tears commingle
where hope faints and faith is worn;
yet, there’s neither spot nor wrinkle
where the will to live is born.
liberty spreads ample choices
in the path of every fool,
but the wise alone rejoices
by the pure life-giving pool.
preferent the sacrifices
when the age of reason flow’rs,
for to rise above the crisis
opens...
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations
choked by pride and riotousness.
threnody and tears commingle
where hope faints and faith is worn;
yet, there’s neither spot nor wrinkle
where the will to live is born.
liberty spreads ample choices
in the path of every fool,
but the wise alone rejoices
by the pure life-giving pool.
preferent the sacrifices
when the age of reason flow’rs,
for to rise above the crisis
opens...
#courage
#determination
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2024
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2024
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Philosophy in de French quarters
I don't feel shame or remorse.
We know life ain't fair and cruel.
Gotta find your own course.
Or you get left like a fool.
So if one is down dats on you.
I'm not gonna cry at my failure.
I'll just get back up do wat I do.
I'm gonna lead my life no matter what they tell me
We know life ain't fair and cruel.
Gotta find your own course.
Or you get left like a fool.
So if one is down dats on you.
I'm not gonna cry at my failure.
I'll just get back up do wat I do.
I'm gonna lead my life no matter what they tell me
#LifeGoals
#freedom
#culture #morality
#culture #morality
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Awakening
Finding myself in the fire, I seethe.
Roasting under the breath of your harsh words.
You are suppressing me; I cannot breathe.
Smoke fills my lungs, my deliverance slurred.
Long gone is the compassion I once felt.
I have been left here with horror and fear.
Asking for assistance, I remain knelt.
Can my voice carry any favor here?
Like the phoenix, I rise from the ashes!
Demanding that you look into my eyes
as my talons engrave you with gashes.
I free myself from your prison of lies!
Spanning my wings, floating...
Roasting under the breath of your harsh words.
You are suppressing me; I cannot breathe.
Smoke fills my lungs, my deliverance slurred.
Long gone is the compassion I once felt.
I have been left here with horror and fear.
Asking for assistance, I remain knelt.
Can my voice carry any favor here?
Like the phoenix, I rise from the ashes!
Demanding that you look into my eyes
as my talons engrave you with gashes.
I free myself from your prison of lies!
Spanning my wings, floating...
#sonnet
#freedom
#breakup
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Wake Up!
Time marches on, relentless, unstirred,
Unaware of events,
Events that might alter
The very essence of our shared realm.
The cosmic web shifts, threads anew,
Neither the present
Nor the future
Can claim certainty's helm.
A mist obscures our collective sight,
Save for a few who stand in the light.
Fed with spoonfuls of crafted tales,
Our minds shaped to fit their scales.
We wander through life's foggy veil,
Like somnambulists on a well-trodden trail.
Conditioned beings in an endless cycle,
To...
Unaware of events,
Events that might alter
The very essence of our shared realm.
The cosmic web shifts, threads anew,
Neither the present
Nor the future
Can claim certainty's helm.
A mist obscures our collective sight,
Save for a few who stand in the light.
Fed with spoonfuls of crafted tales,
Our minds shaped to fit their scales.
We wander through life's foggy veil,
Like somnambulists on a well-trodden trail.
Conditioned beings in an endless cycle,
To...
#conflict
#secrets
#politics
#freedom
#responsibility
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0 Comments
Leaders of the Real World
"Your children have grown.
And you never made your wife moan."
-----Ms. Regina Spektor.
Oh but to sleep.
Our maiden arms keeps us awake.
Regina Spektor,makes for delicious debate,
on what makes. Her music so great.
Necropolis.
Bubble gum photos,
of our creamy white tongues on tongues.
Contagious dancing lovers.
Time has frozen.
Forgotten about.
Stuck in democratic,
Budget Biden's.
Slumped,
Over Trumps.
Necropolis.
Your time is done.
...
And you never made your wife moan."
-----Ms. Regina Spektor.
Oh but to sleep.
Our maiden arms keeps us awake.
Regina Spektor,makes for delicious debate,
on what makes. Her music so great.
Necropolis.
Bubble gum photos,
of our creamy white tongues on tongues.
Contagious dancing lovers.
Time has frozen.
Forgotten about.
Stuck in democratic,
Budget Biden's.
Slumped,
Over Trumps.
Necropolis.
Your time is done.
...
#oppression
#freedom
#inequality
#rebellion
#deception
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Poor, Poor, MAGA...
#cars
#travel
#freedom
#responsibility
#ThrillSeeking
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3 Comments
Mr. Sancho’s Rainbow Dance
Mr. Sancho’s Rainbow Dance
Dreadlocks flying free as the wind
He finds redemption
In a Marley vinyl
That fine-tunes his soul
For an irrepressible dance
On the streets of Old Cartagena
Where he is a song of nature
Strummed on the guitar of his body
When his sinewy muscle strings vibrate
To the freedom of a Caribeña breeze
There he hovers like a dragonfly
In the shadow of Spanish colonial Cathedral
Winged feet dance with the sun
In his Caribbean sandals
As he flamenco struts
With a sunbeam...
Dreadlocks flying free as the wind
He finds redemption
In a Marley vinyl
That fine-tunes his soul
For an irrepressible dance
On the streets of Old Cartagena
Where he is a song of nature
Strummed on the guitar of his body
When his sinewy muscle strings vibrate
To the freedom of a Caribeña breeze
There he hovers like a dragonfly
In the shadow of Spanish colonial Cathedral
Winged feet dance with the sun
In his Caribbean sandals
As he flamenco struts
With a sunbeam...
#city
#music
#freedom
#escape
#dance
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Freedom