Long Poems About Freedom
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Long poems about freedom. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:25pm
Yesterday 10:25pm
"written in the stars"
they'd always say, "god" doesn't make mistakes...."; I'd always think- "what is this place?" those long ago "yesterdays" I'd never think I'd think of death so much and in such a way that I do now adays....
life certainly prepares one- one way or another for that final day.... the way one used to fear that expiration date-all the things one must go through/tolerate....now.... it all makes so much sense to embrace- even if it means no more "sense of wake" in any state....
this place here and now-...
life certainly prepares one- one way or another for that final day.... the way one used to fear that expiration date-all the things one must go through/tolerate....now.... it all makes so much sense to embrace- even if it means no more "sense of wake" in any state....
this place here and now-...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#humankind
#depression
48 reads
MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:18pm
10th Dec 2024 8:18pm
Spaceship Satellite
Spaceship Satellite
Can you here me
La la la la..
Losing control like
La la la la
I make music to feed souls
And fill holes.
Spaceship to ground control
Do you see me out in the distance?
Floating out here, there ain't no resistance.
Climbing to the top of my thoughts,
Broadcasting them from my spaceship satellite.
I'm up here alone,
But it sure feels nice.
I'm floating home,
Just roaming right.
Inside my starship interior
Real feelings,
Ain't none inferior.
Will...
Can you here me
La la la la..
Losing control like
La la la la
I make music to feed souls
And fill holes.
Spaceship to ground control
Do you see me out in the distance?
Floating out here, there ain't no resistance.
Climbing to the top of my thoughts,
Broadcasting them from my spaceship satellite.
I'm up here alone,
But it sure feels nice.
I'm floating home,
Just roaming right.
Inside my starship interior
Real feelings,
Ain't none inferior.
Will...
#freedom
#LifeChangingMoment
47 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:09pm
9th Dec 2024 1:09pm
~defenseless
in the heart of auburn equatorial sun
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
#Africa
#dark
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
206 reads
10 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 10:27am
29th Nov 2024 10:27am
Solid, Liquid, Gas....
one often obsesses about concepts of "life after death"; imagined round about ways to glimpse "there"-nothing less than lucid;
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
#escape
#freedom
#peace #spiritual
#peace #spiritual
108 reads
Wordsmith
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 6:56am
28th Nov 2024 6:56am
Chains of Freedom
Hold up
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.
“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.
In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his...
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.
“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.
In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his...
#CallToAction
#corruption
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
70 reads
2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 2:23pm
21st Nov 2024 2:23pm
I don't know....
whether said plain despite bore or cringe- whether said with some poetic crafty spin- how much would it matter- when guts spill like confessions to a "priest"- though without seeking "forgiveness" for quote on quote sin- though instead understanding
being of this species some-one labeled as "human"- it's been made a thing to have contempt- and to condemn- anyone that sits in a space one doesn't fit in-a space that feels superficial and pretentious- like inside of some building to praise an ideate-some human easily could have...
being of this species some-one labeled as "human"- it's been made a thing to have contempt- and to condemn- anyone that sits in a space one doesn't fit in-a space that feels superficial and pretentious- like inside of some building to praise an ideate-some human easily could have...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#heaven
#philosophical
113 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 1:53am
16th Nov 2024 1:53am
a real honest conversation....
the idea of.... everlasting peace.... time being nothing more than a concept.... knowing.... what it feels to be "loved" truly, deeply, intimately, reciprocation on both sides with ease....
when nothing feels like a sacrifice.... where on "earth" could that be? it's unusually beyond belief.... ego always leads....
"love yourself...." , "they say"; i mean-after all-alone you were conceived- and alone you will decease.... what else do people say? "nothing worth having comes easy...." ...
when nothing feels like a sacrifice.... where on "earth" could that be? it's unusually beyond belief.... ego always leads....
"love yourself...." , "they say"; i mean-after all-alone you were conceived- and alone you will decease.... what else do people say? "nothing worth having comes easy...." ...
#LifeCycle
#escape
#FeelingTrapped #freedom
#FeelingTrapped #freedom
144 reads
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 3:54pm
6th Nov 2024 3:54pm
Landscape with Fall of Democracy
If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher.
As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
- Abraham Lincoln
SHAMERICA YOU CHARLATAN, YOU RUBE,
When it comes time to write
Your fall, let it be said
You leapt giddily off the edge, and took bodily the rest,
For reasons lost to sense,
Like lemmings trailing blindly
The worst among us all.
But...
As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
- Abraham Lincoln
SHAMERICA YOU CHARLATAN, YOU RUBE,
When it comes time to write
Your fall, let it be said
You leapt giddily off the edge, and took bodily the rest,
For reasons lost to sense,
Like lemmings trailing blindly
The worst among us all.
But...
#freedom
#morality
#politics #responsibility
#politics #responsibility
5 reads
scatteredsilence
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 4:17am
30th Oct 2024 4:17am
Sian.
(Prologue)
Sian looked at herself in the full length mirror fixed to the far wall of her room
She was of slim build with dark hair that reached her waist and had a slight curl to it
Her face was quite distictive displaying fine lines which added to her beauty and belied the traumatic life she had led
Her make up was bold, her clients preferred her painted up
It was Friday night and she was expecting a man known to most by the name of Bug
A nickname given due to his enormous eyes
Bug...
Sian looked at herself in the full length mirror fixed to the far wall of her room
She was of slim build with dark hair that reached her waist and had a slight curl to it
Her face was quite distictive displaying fine lines which added to her beauty and belied the traumatic life she had led
Her make up was bold, her clients preferred her painted up
It was Friday night and she was expecting a man known to most by the name of Bug
A nickname given due to his enormous eyes
Bug...
#abuse
#freedom
#LifeStruggles
75 reads
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
147 reads
17 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 9:21am
25th Oct 2024 9:21am
Big Brother Rat Race
Big brother rat race
Adoptive experiment
Feeding hungered stimulation
Reaction according
To plasticity forking
Witness the moment
Walls imprison
Instinctual basis
Freedom to wander
Climactic cycles
Inside the maze
Alienating and dehumanizing
No role defined
By dated statistic
Electrifying brain signals
Somewhere down corridors
Love and advertisement
Emerge the same
Sparking neuronal tense
Literal, physical,...
Adoptive experiment
Feeding hungered stimulation
Reaction according
To plasticity forking
Witness the moment
Walls imprison
Instinctual basis
Freedom to wander
Climactic cycles
Inside the maze
Alienating and dehumanizing
No role defined
By dated statistic
Electrifying brain signals
Somewhere down corridors
Love and advertisement
Emerge the same
Sparking neuronal tense
Literal, physical,...
#culture
#freedom
#humankind
#identity
#spiritual
100 reads
2 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
67 reads
2 Comments
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